Crazy Town

A visit to the Mental Hospital

Eleanor's POV

I stare at my reflection in the mirror, black skinny jeans and a plain back hoodie, my hair is tied back in a ponytail and the hood is pulled over my head. I nod at my reflection before turning away and heading down the stairs, I open the front door, it's late evening and pretty dark outside, hopefully my all black outfit will help me blend in with the darkness. I lock my front door and push my keys into the back pocket of my jeans. 

I'm not planning to do anything dangerous, I just want to visit the mental hospital and do some detective work, if there is any workers still around I want to ask one of them if James' father is there and if I could book a visit with him. Also, it has been a while since a patient was killed here so it won't be too long until the killer strikes again, maybe I'll catch someone looking suspicious. 

The walk to the hospital was quite long, and the road where it is has very few buildings surrounding it, the street was quite empty and there were few cars parked along it, the street lights were very dim and the whole place just gave off an eerie vibe... how cliche. I walked towards the hospital, there were large glass sliding doors at the entrance, I walk up to them and they slide open, a security guard standing nearby turns to look at me, I pull my hood down and offer him a small smile, I don't want him to think I'm a threat and force me to leave before I have even spoken to anyone... or worse think I'm the killer.

The security guard watches me carefully as I walk to the front desk of the hospital, where a woman is sat scrolling through her phone, she is leaning back in the office chair that she is sat in, her brown hair is pulled back into a high bun, a white blouse hugs her chest closely, her black skirt riding up her crossed legs. She looks up at me as I reach her before turning to look at the clock behind her, 'visiting times were over a long time ago' she states, her brows furrowing. 

'I-I know, um... I finished work quite late and I didn't have time to come earlier, I just wanted to know if you have a patient admitted here and if I could book a time with him' I lie, I actually finished work in the afternoon, but wanted to wait until quite late in hopes of getting a clue. 

'Oh... well, what's the patient's name?' she asks, placing her phone down on the desk and leaning forwards on her chair towards the computer, her legs uncrossing. 

'Mr Andrews' I state, I have no idea what James' father's first name is but I assume he has the same surname. 

The receptionist glances at me quickly before typing in the name I gave her, she clicks a few times on the mouse, staring closely at the screen. I glance over my shoulder, the security guard is no longer paying attention to me, rather pacing slowly back and forth a few meters away from the door so that it doesn't open. I turn back to the receptionist. 

'No, sorry, there's no Mr Andrews admitted here' she looks at me. 

'Really? Are you sure?' I ask, leaning over her desk to look at her screen, she clicks a few more buttons before turning to nod at me again with a shrug of her shoulder. But James said his father has been a patient here for many years, did he lie? Why would he lie? Maybe, they don't have the same surname? 

'Okay sorry about that, I guess I got the wrong name, I will have to find out the patient's name and come back to you' I tell her, she nods at me, leaning back on her chair again. I turn to leave but then an idea comes to my head and I turn back to the woman 'Um, can I use the toilet please?' 

'We don't have one available for anyone who walks in, only for staff and visitors who come in during visiting times, and of course the patients' she explains. 

I bite my lip, 'I'm on my period and really need to use the toilet' I lie again. 

She stares at me before sighing, 'There's a toilet at the end of the corridor, it's a disabled toilet but it's the only one on the ground floor so you can use that' 

I nod quickly, 'thank you so much, I won't take long I promise' she nods before picking her phone up again. I walk down the corridor towards the toilet, glancing back over my shoulder I can see that she's not facing me whilst scrolling through her phone, and the security guard cannot see me from this angle. I pull open the toilet door and it makes a small creak sound, beside the toilet are the stairs of the hospital. 

I quickly and quietly rush up the stairs, letting the toilet door close on it's own so that she thinks I'm inside. I can feel the adrenaline begin to rush through me, hopefully I don't get caught by one of the nurses or the receptionist thinks that I've been gone for too long and sends security up to find me. I need to be quick. I don't really know what I'm looking for if I'm honest, I have no idea what James' father even looks like, but I like the adrenaline rush and even though I have no real goal, it's still pushing me forward. 

The first floor's corridors are long but well lit, it's quiet but I can hear distant chatter and few groans coming from one of the room, I pout at the thought of the patients being in pain. I walk slowly through the hallway, the doors are all closed and I assume that they're locked. There are room numbers on each door as well as the patient's names, I walk straight past the female patients, I'm not expecting find a 'Mr Andrews' written on any of the doors, but I'm still hoping to find something, anything that can give me a clue. 

As I continue walking I hear a door close behind me, I whirl round and spot a male nurse coming out of one of the rooms, he looks up at me in confusion before walking over, I mentally curse in my head. 'Who are you and what are you doing here?' he asks. 

'I was looking for a patient, Mr Andrews?' I tell him, his brows pull together. 

'It's way past visiting hours, and we don't have any patient with that name here' he states, I pout and stare down at  the floor. 'You should leave, it's not safe for you to be here' 

'W-why?' I look up at him. 

'You must have heard about the murders that occur here and not only that, but sometimes the patients themselves may become rather aggressive, you are not supposed to be here, come on' he turns his back to me and begins walking towards the stairs, I reluctantly follow him.

'Do you know all of the patient's names? I was told there was a Mr Andrews here' I say whilst following him down the stairs. 

'There's no Mr Andrews here' he simply states, I raise an eyebrow. 

'What's your name?' I ask as we reach the ground floor, he walks me towards the entrance, the receptionist is still scrolling through her phone, tapping her foot on the ground. 

'Matthew' he states, I nod slowly before giving him a small wave and heading towards the exit. The doors slide open and walk out, pulling my hood over my head as I take the long walk back home feeling dejected, I shouldn't have come here, all I've done is make myself look suspicious. 

As I reach an alleyway a few meters away from the hospital, I spot someone walking out of it, I pause in walking as the tall male walks out of the alleyway and into the dimly lit street. It takes me a couple of seconds to recognise him, Logan Fisher, the gang leader. He looks over at me before a smirk tugs at his lips, 'Your Ally's pretty friend, right?' 

I nod dumbly, watching as he steps closer, 'what are you doing here alone?' he stops a few feet in front of me, his smirk never leaving. 

'I'm going home' I state, glancing around the empty street. 

'I would offer to drive you home but I have a job to do here tonight' he reaches his arm up and tucks a strand of my hair behind my eye, 'Goodbye pretty' he walks past me, his shoulder brushing lightly against mine as he walks away towards the direction of the hospital. 

I slowly start walking again, but glance back at him in curiosity, his back is facing me as he keeps walking and under the dim light I catch the glistening of his gun tucked into the back of his trousers, he has a leather jacket in his hand which he pulls on, his gun now hidden. I turn back around and hurry my pace towards home, could he be the killer? He does have a gun and I assume he has a knife as well. What is he doing here in the evening, it's almost 9pm. He said he had a job to do tonight, what could he possibly have to do here? 

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HEY GUYS! I decided to make this chapter quite long as I haven't uploaded in a while! What are your thoughts on Logan Fisher? What about Matthew? Will he become a character? COMMENT&VOTE