Short Stories (unedited)

Part 2

Fall City Asylum

Luckily the cut wasn't too deep and I could continue walking, so I placed my feet on the staircase deciding it was sturdy enough and began adventuring the asylum. In my discoveries, I had found over 100 skeletal bodies, an electroshock therapy room, cells with nothing in them more than a bed. I also came across some disturbing stuff such as 10ft by 10ft rooms stained with blood splatters across the walls and floors. Rooms filled with nothing but dust and air, yet a sound is coming from them, a plea from the long forgotten, to be released. There was this one room in particular that had old beds on wheels most of them stained with blood, urine, and vomit. In the back of the room, I noticed a door with a small window I brushed past the beds trying not to touch any of them as I tried to get to the door. I looked through the window and the next room was pitch black as I reached for the doorknob I heard sound coming from the other side of the door. I tried to open the door but it was locked I was still hearing some sound so I pressed my ear against the door to try and figure it out.

"G-get out, get out, getoutgetoutgetout!"

I jumped back as an old raspy demonic slurred voice shouted at me from the other side of the door.

"GET OUT NOW!" The voice suddenly became the only thing that filled my ears screeching, getting louder and louder.

I sprinted out of the room slamming the paint-chipped door behind me holding my ears, I quickly went out of the hallway trying to get my heart rate back to normal. That should have made me turn and run out of the asylum if I had any sanity, but hell curiosity killed the cat. I continued to wander through the dining hall and common area where they would all stay with supervision. The story of how a little girl found herself wandering around the same halls with the same curiosity to know what was here. We walked the same halls, saw the same tiles, had the same stomach-churning urge to know the unknown. Or at least I think she felt the same things as I did. I think most people would run out screaming or never come here in the first place, but then there are those like me. The curious ones. I want to see all the pain that went on here. It's important, a part of history. The people that used to be trapped here need to be remembered, they deserve to be remembered. I get wrapped up in my thoughts so easily there is just so much that needs to be known, about the unknown.

I turn so fast when I see something out of the corner of my eye I am surprised I didn't get whiplash. It looked as if someone was there with me and when I turn back there's nothing. Probably just a trick of the mind I tell myself, my paranoia. I am one of the people that believe in spirits and after being in a place like this, how could someone not? I explored through the rubble, slowly starting to get this feeling that someone was behind me, watching me from a distance. I thought saw a glimpse of what looked to be a person but the image quickly faded before my eyes could adjust. I look around to double check, but no one seems to be there. 

A/N

I know these are really short but the story is short hence it being called a short story. But I have a couple more parts until it's finished and then I'll start a new one. Thank you all for support!

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