I sighed as I saw George walk out of Rebecca's room, alive. "Violet!" James screamed from down the hall. I turned to him and nodded. "What is it this time, James?" I asked. "There's someone in the attic!"
"What? The attic has a lock, from the last time, Carl escaped..." I shouted back.
"Come see for yourself then!" Out of my stupid curiosity, I began walking down the hall, toward the attic. The attic door was open, but how? The only person with the key was...
Me. I ran up into the attic, "Hello?" I shouted, who could possibly be up here? It's definitely not an escapee... "Who's up here?" All of a sudden I hear the attic door shut and James scream, running down the hall. "What the-"my sentence was cut off, Hell!? Is this some type of sick joke!? I heard the sound of footsteps coming from the left, then the right, then in front of me, then, behind me, right behind me. I wanted to turn around, but I couldn't. I couldn't turn around dammit! I walked forward, footsteps followed, small ones, ones of a child. I heard the sound of laughter "Is this some type of sick joke!?" I screamed, before turning my head and...
qIt was that girl with the split head. "Holy hell!" I fell over, the little girl didn't say anything, but I did notice something. Is that Carl's stuffed animal? The little girl was holding it. "Gimme that!" I reached for it but she backed up, when reaching again she backed up, again. This went on for awhile, until she ran away. "Hey! Get-" I heard another set of footsteps, they were heavy. I turned my head to see what looked like a headless pilgrim. "What!?" I saw myself bang on that stupid attic door as I heard whispers behind me, but then, all the whispers stopped and footsteps walked closer to me. I was so afraid, so afraid to turn my head to see the horrors behind me. "Don't run." That voice, it was familiar. "Violet." Was that...? The attic door then swung open and I fell out onto George. "George! Oh god! There are people up there!" George looked at me, confused. "What do you-?" The attic door shut on it's own. I George everything that happened, from the footsteps to the voice. "Ghosts." He said, pulling out a flashlight. "Ghosts? George! I'm serious!"
"So am I, Violet."
"Ghosts aren't real George!"
"Yes they are! Last time I went in the attic with Brutus, why, he was barking like a mad man."
"Mad dog-"
"You get it! Ghost exist!" George then turned around and walked away, I looked back up at the attic. "Are they?"
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Vineyard Mental Asylum
HorreurDark clouds filled the sky, rain poured down.... The VY business just got done with there new mental asylum that was constructed over a hospital that was abandoned because of how bad there treatment was, but the city had only one hospital which was...
