Motionless in White Imagines & One Shots (Open)

redrum

Dedicated to Tiffanijolly thevampiremeganne eternallywarped

You aimed your flashlight on the wall of the abandoned asylum, a portrait of a handsome man came into view in the dark room. He had shoulder length raven hair, piercing blue eyes, skin as pale as snow but highly decorated in heavy ink... the most prominent being the rose design on his throat. You looked below the portrait, reading the tiny card below. Richard "Horror" Olson. September 1st 1988- October 20th 2017 You pulled out a set of file from your bag, quickly finding his name and reading his letter of admission out loud. "Richard Olson, admitted to Penn Hurst Asylum due to Homicidal Ideation, aggressive behavior, and fire setting behavior. Patient has history of violence beginning with physical altercations with his father at a young age and aggressing to physical harm of animals, property destruction, and the onset of fire setting behavior. Patient is suspected to have murdered his neighbor's daughter, currently under investigation..." You trailed off, utter fear creeping up your spine. The air temperature dropped, your breathe swirled in the air and you started to shiver. You quickly set up your camera and EMF equipment. The feeling of being watched laid heavily on your shoulders as you hooked up audio recording equipment, the gage already reading off the charts before quickly dropping like a rock. You took a shaky breath and steadied yourself. "If there is a spirit present, please make yourself known." You called out, running a hand through your hair. "....get....out...." A voice rasped clearly, echoing in the dark hall. You were utterly terrified and thrilled to hear the voice. "What's your name?" You called into the dark, you could see shadow movement in the blackness. "...Elisa...beth..."  The name rang a bell, you pulled Ricky's file again, skimming to find the name of the murdered girl. Elisabeth Coal. Slaughtered in the night, redruM written in her blood above the bed. Your heart froze. "E-Elisabeth. Elisabeth Coal? If you're here, please give me a sign." You said, secretly hoping nothing would happen. A file cabinet a few feet from you crashed to the floor, you screeched and jumped away. "Elisabeth... w-wh-who hurt you? Who killed you?" You asked, clutching the file to your chest, your hands were shaking and incredibly sweaty. You heart thundered in your chest, you cried in agony as you felt a searing pain in your abdomen. You lifted your shirt up to your chest and revealed 'Ricky' was carved into your belly. You screamed as you felt something grip the back of your neck and throw you to the floor. "GET OUT... GET OUT... GET... OUT... GET... OUT... GET... OUT... GET... OUT GET OUT!" The voice screeched, becoming deeper with every word. You cried in fear as you grabbed your flashlight, forgoing the equipment, and attempting to run to the door. You heard a dark chuckle before you felt a firm grip on your ankle, pulling you to the floor. You spun to see Ricky, half transparent, had a firm grip on you. "red...rum..." He growled before dragging you into the darkness. The last thing you felt was a searing pain in your neck, like you swallowed a blow torch and poured it down your chest. 

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The girl bent down, eyeing the long forgotten recording equipment. You would cry if you could, wanting to protect her from what was to come. He was coming. She smiled before holding out the recorder. "If there is a spirit here... give me a sign." She called into the blackness... unaware that the blackness was made of the murdered spirits of Richard 'Horror' Olson. "Get...out..." We cried as much as we could hoping to scare the girl away... but the twinkle of curiosity got the better of her. And she played the remaining tape in the camera... my final moments.