Sweet Dreams Are Made Of Screams

Chapter 1 - Asylum

Chapter 1 – Asylum

“Here’s your dinner Jeffery Woods.” The guard snapped as he slid the dinner to me from a slot in the door.

I look up at him with a smirk on my face, “It’s hard to eat without a utensil, or arms...”

“That sounds like a personal problem.” He says before slamming the peep hole.

I slumped in my chains, one on each of my limbs hooking to the walls. I was in a strait jacket with more belts and buckles than you could count. I sat with my greasy hair in my face as I stare at nothing; just laughing insanely to creep out the guards outside my special door, bouncing on the pad under me, living in the stuffy room was so boring. And this special attention wasn’t any fun, I’d been rotting here again for the fifth time and I found this attempt harder, good to know they learned a little bit after so many casualties.

I rocked back and forth in boredom until through the spring loaded door I heard a conversation.

“Did you hear about the newest inmate?” one asked.

Here at the Pines Mental Asylum we weren’t called ‘patients’ we were prisoners and the employees’ referred to us as such. This place was a prison, worse than five Alcatraz’s combined.

“No, what is it? Another murderer… like Jeff?” my name came out of that man’s like it was acid.

“No. It’s a girl surprisingly. She is an incurable; they say she’s possessed, or that she has another personality that’s alike to a demon.” He says.

I smirk, a girl who’s possessed or has a multiple personality disorder? Maybe some schizophrenia, what’s the big deal?

“Like a demon? What do you mean?”

“Well, at all the hospitals she’s been at, she’s caused about as many casualties as Jeffery, maybe more.” He says, “The demon is angry at everything and takes over the girl’s body. It can’t be exorcised.”

“Damn…”

I lift my head up and growl, my jaw locking. Causing more casualties as me? I very much take that as a threat, as a sign of competition. I haven’t even met the girl but now it was on, I would cause more casualties than she ever could, and to add to it, she will be in one of the casualties. The more bodies at my feet the better.

I laugh wickedly again, ignoring the annoyed guards who pounded on the door telling me to shut up. I was busy planning my escape.

Silly prison, no matter how many jackets, chains, or padlocks you try to put in my way, it won’t restrict me. I’ll be back soon, and you’ll all pay for wasting my time.