Bakerland is a small little southern town where not much happens, until a group of friends find themselves stuck there. They soon realize the hotel they reside in hasn't always been a hotel. And whatever happened there stayed there.
It's been approximately 6 months since we left that place. The place that changed our lives forever for the worst. I've started to write about what I remember because I find it slowly slipping away from my memory.
Although it hasn't been therapeutic at all.
It just causes pain. So much of it.
Today was the day Finn and I got back from Kalvin's funeral, it took everything in me to not just run.
The emotional stress was unbelievable, I can't imagine what his wife is going through. She was destroyed at the funeral, but I just couldn't say anything to her, what could I say?
As soon as I came back to my apartment, I lied on my back face up, staring at the ceiling.
I hadn't even bothered to get out of my itchy black lace dress i wore.
Especially on my shoulder, there's a scratch there. Don't remember where the fuck i got it from, but it might be infected.
There's a crack in the ceiling, is it new?
Need to get that fixed.
I find myself thinking of all these insignificant things to distract myself
From literally everything else.
Like how my memory has been deteriorating for the last few months, or how Finn can't even be near open water or drive past a hotel without having anxiety attacks, or most importantly, how two of our long- time bestfriends are still missing.
And how one of them is gone and never coming back.
I hope Audrey is okay. If I find out she's gone too, I'm afraid I'll go off the deep end.
She's been there for me since college, we would sit outside her parents house and smoke in the backyard till the sun came up. We talked about our dreams like they were ever going to happen.
I remember when she told me she was new to the city and came from a small town, i remember how she put glue in my ex-boyfriends shampoo after he broke my heart.
She was different from my other friends at the time.
She stayed.
Morbid curiosity is starting to get the best of me, I need to know more about that hotel.
If I don't, it'll eat away at me. I figured maybe there's something online about it.
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When I went to Wikipedia, oddly enough, there was nothing about a hotel in Bakerland. What there WAS however, was a Mental Institution in the center of the town. Here's what the page about told me:
"Bakerland Mental Institution is a mental facility founded in Bakerland by Robert F. Gilliard, dating as far back as 1947 to as recent as 1961, the establishment was closed due to some claims made by one of the nurses whom had worked there, followed by a few more employees coming forward with stories shortly after. Although soon most of the cases went cold. The employees in question insisted they're identity remain anonymous until Mr.Gilliard was locked up for life.
As for the building itself, it was rumored to have been condemned somewhere in the mid-1970s. Though some citizens argued that the building shouldn't be dismantled, as they considered it to be part of the town history. Nonetheless the state won the discussion and it was confirmed to be torn down.
The lot now sits empty year after year till eventually the bank sells it."
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