.asylum.
Brendon nods his head to somewhere behind us, his eyes locked on whatever it was as we turned around to take it in. It was a window. A window big enough to get two people out at a time and this is what Brendon was looking so ecstatic about, he was helping us all escape through a window. None of us advanced towards this window that he thought was a brilliant escape route, so Brendon did, pushing past both Ryan and myself to unlock it and slide the glass and frame upwards before he turns back to face us, that huge grin still there, exposing his teeth.
I had to give it to him, he did in fact do something that none of the orderlies or nuns would have ever expected from some of their patients to do when escaping. They would probably believe that, if the possibility even happened to arise, if a patient tries to escape the asylum they would more likely plan a complex, detailed little break out, thinking about everything that was going to happen to the second, not wanting anything to go wrong for themselves and whoever else they were bringing along. But instead of that intricate detail for Brendon to bring along for our ride, he chose to take the easy life and climb out of a window.
You would begin to think whether or not the workers here actually gave a shit about what the patients done around here. Of course, if a few of their patients happened to get up to certain doings that were slightly homosexual, they would most probably be up in arms and throw a fit, punishing them for their 'vile behaviour' and throwing them aside for them to rot away for a while, making them 'think' over what they had done. I guess their main concern here was for them to cure as many people with their 'phase' of homosexuality than actually helping out the mentally insane. The thought that they believe homosexual acts lead to committing crimes that were more serious than just being gay. Oh how wrong they were.
I guess, the thought of them practicing their little experimentations to make gays not gay made me sick. I have indeed heard about the things they get up to on gays, the castrations, electro shock therapy, lobotomies, just pure torture. Inhumane treatment to people that hadn't done anything bad.
Frank and I approach the window and that is the moment when I realised I that it wasn't a scene that you would expect to see when you looked out of a window. There was darkness, not a lot to be seen on the other side of the window. Brendon outstretched his hand for Ryan to take, gently bringing his boyfriend to the exit we were waiting for, bowing a little and pressing a kiss to Ryan's knuckles before helping him slide himself through the window and onto the floor on the other side.
Frank swung his leg over the sill, sitting down as he bends to get his head out too, then took his other leg out with him, Brendon following behind his boyfriend and Frank meaning it was my turn to get out of this room and into the hallway that the others were standing in. As I'm coming out, I catch my foot and stumble out, Frank catching onto me to stop me from falling flat on my face, his hands gripping onto my waist to keep me up, not removing them. Brendon had watched us for a few minutes before slamming the window shut behind us, starting to lead us off.
It was as if the asylum had an extra part to the building that had been totally cut off, this block of it not needed or not suited to what it had to do. The walls' paint was peeling, years of sitting here with no care getting to it, the floor covered in the paint peels that were fallen, scraps of paper scattered across the concrete floor. Brendon had gone over to a wall and opened up a fuse box, flicking a few switches up and down a few times to test it out, seeing whether or not they worked.
When Brendon let out a groan, he joins us once again this time with a flashlight in his hand. He nods his head to the left, the the opposite direction to where we had came from and we follow behind him, the light from the flashlight guiding us through the mess of the asylum. The light cast shadows along the walls, scaring me as I began to think about the possibilities of what it could've been if it wasn't Brendon causing these shadows. As we continued, I pushed away the thought that something was making a noise. By the looks of it, nothing had been down these hallways in years, plastic chairs were thrown around, metal doors rusted shut and the odd gurney just sitting there, probably not in a good enough condition to hold a body anymore.
There wasn't the possibility of something or someone living down here other than a load of spiders and insects, maybe a small family of wild animals that were looking for a place to raise their young. There wasn't a chance of something dangerous being at the end of the hallway, waiting for it's chance to slaughter three murderers and someone that's accused of murder, it was highly unlikely and wasn't going to happen today.
A burst of laughter made a scream rip from my throat, my legs naturally veering me into the wall, my back pressed against the peeling paint. The laughter continues and I now notice Frank laughing, Ryan and Brendon both watching me before laughing too, not at all fazed by Frank's sudden creepy laughter like I was. I feel a blush creep onto my cheeks and I push myself off of the wall, hanging my head as we begin walking once more, Frank still chuckling at my reaction.
"I was going to say... This place reminds me a lot of some crappy horror movies I watched when I was younger. Like, a patients possessed by some demon or the devil and they try exorcising the..." Brendon shushes Frank then, Frank trailing off mid-sentence as we all stop walking, Brendon looking around, past us, shining the flashlight around to see whatever it was he was looking for. I felt my ears strain as I tried listening out for something, anything that would give away Brendon's strange behaviour.
I then heard chains, a scraping sound as if someone was dragging their feet.
And it was getting closer to us.
