The Asylum

Chapter 1: What Was Yet To come

As I approached the gate to the Asylum, I got a horrible pit in my stomach. It felt as if I was being watched and somehow knew of it. yet, I felt pulled to the building. The dark and broken down exterior was far worse than I had previously thought it would be like. It had only been abandoned less than a year ago yet, It looked as if nature had already taken the place back. Large portions of the gray brick walls had been covered in vines and other shrubbery and plants, there was a fallen tree that had smashed through the roof and into the 4th floor. The walkway leading up to the building had been mostly covered in dirt and plants which were growing through the cracks. 

As I approached the door I noticed something...odd. The doorknob had what seemed to be fresh blood, but that wasn't the weirdest part. The closer I got to the building, the more and more it smelled like sulfur, the stronger the scent of blood got. I felt my insides churn as I thought about what may have been the cause of the smell. I took a cloth out of my pocket which I had been keeping to cover my mouth and nose, so that dust and other things of the unpleasant sort wouldn't get inside, and lightly pressed it against the doorknob. The blood soaked right through. I quickly wiped to rest of the blood off of the knob and tucked the cloth away. I took a deep breath and opened the door.

Upon reaching the interior to the building, I immediately noticed something was horribly wrong. The walls looked like they had been smashed with a sledgehammer or something heavy. There was a table in the center of the room that had been smashed through the middle and had collapsed on itself at the hole. What I assume had been a reception desk, was at the far back of the room, 25-30 feet from the entrance I came in from. At each side of the receptionist desk was a staircase, both leading up to the second floor, which I could already tell had holes in the floor. on both my left and my right, were hallways. I couldn't see too far into both of them, seeing as they got dark very quickly with no windows in either hallway. 

I decided to take a few steps forward and look for any clues or documents that were left behind by the staff. My first thoughts were to look at the receptionist's desk for anything of importance, maybe a map or old patient list. As I got closer to the desk, the floorboards underneath me creaked and groaned as if they were going to give out. When I reached the desk, my first instinct was to go behind it and look for any drawers. There were 3, 2 of which looked like they were busted up and damaged beyond repair, but the other one looked almost brand new, just coated in dust and a few cobwebs. I looked up and down the filing cabinet, checking for anything out of the ordinary, and found nothing. It had 3 drawers, all appeared to be openable. I started by opening the first drawer. There was nothing inside, the middle drawer had nothing either. As I pulled open the top drawer, I immediately noticed something interesting, a document folder with 3 documents and papers inside, along with a rusted, gray key. I carefully tucked the key into a pouch on the side of my bag. I decided to open the folder of papers. It contained a map of the first floor with several rooms circled in red marker and two papers with two names at the top, "Micheal Baker" and "Jackson Reeths". Upon reading over Micheal's paper, it appeared that he had suffered from insomnia and schizophrenia. He was diagnosed with schizophrenia at the age of 22, he had been 37 at the time of the documents print. He had committed 2 murders and was sent here purely because of his illness, keeping him out of jail. Nothing else on the document was of importance besides his eye color, height, place of birth, and closest family.

 As I went to put the paper back in the folder and pull out Jackson's document, I felt something hit me hard in the back of my head. I was knocked to the floor along with the folder. As I sat up and rubbed my head, I saw what had hit me. It was a large, muscular man, with scars and cuts all over his body. He appeared to be blind in the left eye but I couldn't see clearly as I felt as if my vision was fading. he squatted down in front of me, placing the shovel on the floor next to him. he smiled devilishly at me, sending a deep fear and chill throughout my body. it was then that he grabbed me by the neck and lifted me up, causing me to gasp for air, his grip tightening every second. I felt my vision fading and my mind going dark. before I knew it, I was on the ground, nearly unconscious from the lack of air, unable to get up. the last thing I saw before finally passing out, was the hard kick he delivered to my face. if only I had known the journey that was yet to come, maybe I wouldn't have gotten into this mess.