Professor Hendrix walked down the hallways of the asylum. He checked his pocket watch. Only the early afternoon.
He walked past the cells, past solitary confinement into his office.
His office was quite spacious, with a large wooden desk in the middle.
He had glass cabinets set around the edges of the room, displaying the multiple jars of medicine. There were medical files placed neatly around his desk.
He sighed, and sat down. He pulled out a small file.
"Clara Jones..." He muttered to himself. "Fourteen, adolescent ward...disbelief, hallucinations."
There was a knock on his office door.
"Come in," He spoke.
A young boy walked in and placed a letter on his desk.
"A letter, sir, from Mr Jones." He spoke.
"Thank you, you may leave." Hendrix told him. The boy quickly shuffled up.
He opened the letter, sighing as he started to read.
YOU ARE READING
Blossom Asylum
HorrorClara Jones has an over-active imagination. Her father finds this concerning and sends her into a living nightmare that is Blossom Asylum.
