Psychos (CreepyPasta)

Epilogue

Epilogue

Unknown Pov)

I exited my car. Placing the keys in my pocket and pulling on my black gloves. I wore a black business woman's suit and I had sunglasses on. Today was the day I speak to the most renowned serial killer.

Walking up the steps as two buff men in white scrubs walked with me down the hall. They had pistols

holstered at their waist.

After a few more minutes down some halls and down some stairs I began to hear the screams,laughter and the deranged speech of the criminals behind heavy plastic walls.

One covered in his own fecal matter laughed manically as he slammed his hands on the plastic walls. I turned my attention to an older man with a grey beard and a raven black eyes. He smiled kindly at me. "Dr Dawn." He said shaking my hand. "I am Dr Will, please come this way your patient is just down the hall in the red ward." He smiled again as I followed him down more steps into a dungeon like room. Filled with doors and even some patients chained to the tables to eat.

Everything was silent. You could hear a buzzing noise but it was all the patients whispering. "I know they might scare you,but do not be alarmed if they spit at you. They won't be getting out any time soon." Dr Will chuckled. As a patient winked at me while the other snickered. As we pass a few more doors to patients in a cell room. Laughed and chuckled. "They've come to see Little Angel." They both said in unison before whispering more about this...angel.

As we walked down a hall a heavy steel door painted red was at its end. Two heavily armed guards and doctors in a separate room running tests. "Do not pass the yellow line,don't approach the glass and do not hand anything to her." Dr Will stated as the guards opened the door. I stepped inside alone it was a steel padded room mixed with steel. A large glass box and chains wrapped around a figure in the corner.

A toilet in the wall next to a blanket and pillow. A single light above swung gently from four strong wires. The light flickered as it swayed. Looking down to see a table and two chairs. One at each head of the table.

A tape recorder, notebook and a fire arm at the table.

I pulled out the chair and sat down. The yellow line divided the table in half. A one way window was able my head. After five minutes of waiting two heavily armed guards opened the cage and picked up the figure in chains.

As she stepped out of the cage she had a blindfold wrapped sprung her eyes a mask around her face. A straight jacket and shackled pants.

Her hair was a crimson color,without the light shining on her head it looked black. She was sat down and chained to the floor. Her hands rested on the cool steel.

The guards left and I went through my note book. I clicked my pen,it sounded much louder than I had intended and Heather was was looking at me. Well she appeared to be looking at me.

"Heather Hathaway." I stated writing it down. Looking up to see her emotionless face. Her hair falling in messy strands down her chest and along her back.

"I am Dr Dawn,I am your psychiatrist and I'm here to better understand how someone like you thinks." I say clicking the tape recorder.

Still it was silent all but the turning of the tapes. "You were placed into the Melody Insane Asylum for the Criminally Insane, in November 6th 2015, you were 18." I say writing all of this down in my notebook.

"The year is 2017,and your body hasn't aged nor as the number changed." I looked up. She just listened. "Why is it that your still 18 years old?" I asked putting my pen down. Still no answer.

"I do have to get answers out of you,I can wait all day and for days Heather." I say as a guard brings in a cup of coffee for me.

"I've met someone like you." Heather spoke her voice was smooth and intelligent. "Who was it?" I asked raising an eyebrow writing down what she said.

"His name was Dr Greene." She said without emotion. I stopped writing. "In the last Asylum you were in." I nodded I watched as she fiddled with her straight jacket.

Watching her carefully and looking to the fire arm. Her arms now free but her wrist still on top the table.

She sighed relaxing her muscles.

"He almost cut my face in half,and cut my eye." She sighed out. "What became of him?" I asked.

A dark smile rising to her face.

"I gutted him." She laughed.

"Is that a threat Heather?" I asked curiously. She appeared I look up at the light. "You interest me...."

She said like a ghost. A terrifying look behind the blindfold managed to maker her eyes more dark.

Heather Hathaway,the Triple Ace Killer, Is interested in me.