the old Asylum

you'll never know

The cold addendum breeze pushed against the trio of friends and the stub in front of the creepy bark abandoned Asylum. Lou looked over to his friends James, and Lilly who accompanied him. The smell of old cedar filled his nose as he pushed the large gates of the entrance of the place, leaving some of the red rust residue on his hands. The wind picked up seeming to push against his own weight. It seemed to grab Lilly's blonde red hair back. "Hurry up it's not that bad.'' James scoffed as he grabbed the gate helping Lou with moving it out of the way. The smell of rust filled both of the noses as the wind pushed trying to keep them out, but that didn't stop them from their mission. Lilly just stood there as her breath showed with little puffs of smoke.

The whines from the few things keeping the thing together grow louder as they push. "Maybe we shouldn't" Lilly mumbled, slipping through the thin bars of the gate with her ghostly thin body. Lou pushed though before feeling a prick on his hand. He hissed in pain bringing his hand close to him. "Wow, look at Lou, already getting himself hurt." The other male laughed at his pain. Lilly glared at him, taking Lou's hand and wrapping it with a ripped piece of fabric off her ghost costume. Lou looked back at the decaying asilime where only a few years ago where the prisoners dismembered the guards, but didn't know how to get out. They just ate what they had, leading to eating one another.

James snatched both of their hands pulling them like he was bragging his bog to the vet. Lou and Lilly follow, trying to keep up with the taller friend's past. James let go of their hands to push the large silver door in front of them. "Push it, my servant." James laughed as he backed up. Lou just looked at him, extremely unamused. A booming clash came from the groups right, glass sprayed into the place informing them. "I got a way inside," Lilly said with her normal straight face. James's smile faded when a gust of rotten meat and mold fell out of the Acilem. It burned Lou's through as he took a breath.

"My lord it smells like manure." James laughed covering his nose and mouth with the sleeve of his devil costume. Lou walked over to the window that used to have a beautiful colored glass that had been stained of the blood of the guards. They used to keep this place together. Lilly pushed past him like he wasn't there, hopping through the opening she had made without a scratch on her pale white skin. James followed, shoving Lou to the side, only getting a small cut on his pants but nothing else. Lou tried his best to get over without another injury, till he felt the sharp talons of the glass rip through his thin bark skin. His rose red blood falling and joining the other stans on the glass.

He yelped in pain moving away from the window which only made the cut longer. Lilly walked over to him, ripping her costume for another piece for Lou. she wrapped it around his lage not even caring about the pointy nails under her that could easily cut her. James walked deeper in the blood stand lobby of the place. "We should stay together," Lou yipped out looking at the other male.

"Why are you scared?" James mocked looking back at the injured kid, "You think that there is one of the prisoners still here, ready to eat us?" he laughed. "Stop being a baby, Lou. We all know that there's no one here, and if so they should be dead." James walked back to the other two, the floor creaking as he walked. The place was barely being held together. He grabbed Lou's collar pulling him close "Just because I don't want any scaredy cats as friends." He pushed Lou back on the rust colored floor that used to be a nice shade of gray. Lilly looked back at James and just followed him as he walked deeper into the moldy place.

Lou felt a sharp pain climb his back when he hit the floor but it didn't hurt as bad when his friends left him alone. He ran after them trying to find them however, it's like they vanished into the night. "Hello?" he yelled, his words slurred and tied together, terrified. What was in this house with them?

He walked slowly, feeling someone was watching. He looked at the walls covered with hand prints left from the years before. He limped as the pain from his cut lage grow like the quite of the night. He held his arm as he tired on his own feet. The smell of the rooms only got harder to breath as he got beeper however, that was not the scary thing. The blood that was on the walls and floor slowly looked newer, he swore that some of the bodys that were scattered on the floor looked like they where killed only a few day ago.