The Supernatural Files

Part 3

Springfield, 11:00 P.M

My relationship with the darkness never was good. Ever since the prank that my cousin pulled on me when I was nine, the dark was my nightmare. Maybe I was being a little bit childish but I couldn't do away with that fear.

Standing in front of the gate of Springfield Asylum, I feel all the memories of that damned night return to me again.

Why am I here, for crying out loud?

My hand was shaking as I reached to open the gate. There was no lock or anything. The authorities knew that no one really trespass this property. No sane person that is. So, they left it open. Even the patrol officers that should've been around securing the road ignored their post and left the building unguarded.

You're here to look for your best friend. Man up, you chicken.

The creaking sound of the gate opening echoed in the silent night. I waited for a few seconds making sure there was no movement or any indications that I'd been busted. Being confident that the path was clear, I kept moving on. The torch I had with me was a small one and limited my vision. I didn't want to bring a strong one then I would've been spotted more easily. The lawn was dead. No one took care of the herbs there so that had been dead for some time.

Okay, Ma. Keep moving. A step followed by another. It can't be that hard. It's just an abandoned ware house. There's nothing like ghosts. You're a big girl now.

My limbs were shaking so bad and my breathing was erect. My heart was drumming in my ears. The sound so irritating. Another step and I felt an arm sneak around my waist before I can scream a hand was on my mouth muffling the sound.

Lord, I'm going to die, aren't I?

"I'm going to let go and you're going to keep quite"

The voice was deep, low and rough. The grip around my waist stayed firm but the hand started to gradually uncover my mouth. The arm followed at the same rate. The minute I was free I turned around. It was a young man wearing all black. From the faint light of my torch on the ground, he looked in his mid twenties. He was tall and lean in build. However, his hold on me was quiet firm so I was pretty sure the lean form was hiding some good muscles.

"Well, that's unexpected. I believed I wouldn't see any one in here"

He kneeled down and I took a step back. He grabbed my torch and stood up. He stretched his arm to offer me the torch back. I stood looking at the torch then back at his face again like an idiot.

"I'm not going to hurt you. Relax"

The nerve of the man, he was mocking me.

I snatched the torch from his hand and aimed it at him. I was able to see him more clearly then. He had fair skin and black hair. I couldn't see his eyes that well but they seemed something between blue and gray. He looked bored. I had never seen him around town. He must have been an outsider since I knew all the town's people. It was a small town, everyone knew everyone.

"Blimey, you almost killed me back there, mister. Who the hell are you?"

He shrugged," You were going to scream if I just came and said hi, weren't you? About your question, I should be asking you that"

I felt my cheeks getting red as I struggled to form a sentence.

I'm acting as a child who was caught stealing the candy. Stop being silly, dumb girl.

"None of your business really"

"Oh? I can easily go to the police telling them that I caught a teenager trespassing here"