Desalle Insane Asylum: A Short Story

RUN!! It was a cold winter day in Wisconsin. Just a regular old day. I woke up made myself three eggs and a nice pot of charcoal black coffee. I was a thrill seeker. I sought out crazy and obscene events or places that would just drive me up a tree with excitement. I finished my breakfast and headed to the market to get some fresh vegetables and meat. Well when I got there I saw the regulars that set up shop. Except for one shop. I had never seen it before. It intrigued me with every second I looked at it. It had a red and white striped top with a black star on it.Very strange to see here. In big letters I read “Come one! Come all! Come visit the DeSalle Insane Asylum! Prepare for breathtaking experiences and a great time!” I was drawn in
immediately. I strutted over to the sage at the table and sparked up a conversation with him about the asylum. “ What’s the catch old man?” I inquired. “Just a few friends come in and take a tour of the abandoned asylum.” The old man replied. “What if we like to go the lone path sir?” I asked. “Well young man you must have some pretty big kahunas!” He got closer. Almost touching my face. “ Take this son. I’ll see you there tonight.” He said in a low tone. I looked in my hand at what he gave me. It was an excerpt from an old newspaper. The title read exactly “ DeSalle Asylum is shut down due to mass murder!” I looked at in complete disbelief, but i was also itching to go investigate this virulent place. I returned home. Later, the clock struck twelve.
It was about that time to head over to the asylum. I was skeptical as to if this whole situation was real. I jumped into my car and drove down the long windy roads, until i came upon two humongous gates. On the gate was a crest of a needle injecting into a skull. This lead me to believe some pretty messed up surgeries or experiments went on in this sadistic place. The gates opened as I drove closer. The screeching shook my car. It seemed as if these gates hadn’t been opened in about one hundred years. The asylum was falling in on itself. This place had seen some things, unmentionable things. I parked my car and took a closer look at the asylum. I noticed that the sage was not here yet. So I wasn’t going to wait long, but i was going to give him a chance. Ten minutes go by and it seems that he is a no show. I decided to go ahead and head into the hellish building. I walked up to the door. I grabbed the handle. As soon as i touched the handle I was brought to the past. The sounds of crackling and the din of falling bodies and doors, the whistle and hiss of the flames, the deadly shouts of people, and the sight of the swaying knife, now gathering a thick coat of blood. I fell to my knees, as the vision ended. It took my breath away, but i wanted to keep going. I entered the asylum. I remembered a story my mom told me of a twelve year old boy who was diagnosed with schizophrenia apparently was also a pyromaniac. He would set small fires in his
yard but never anything big until he burned down his house, killing his little sister, mother, and grandmother. While in the hospital, the kid would frequently vomit on himself, smeared the vomit all of his body, and complain of seeing demons. I knew it was just a simple kids scary story she would tell me to freak me out. I knew it was never real. As i entered the cold, dark building, all I could see was pitch black and more darkness. I pulled my phone out and used the flashlight i had on it. I roamed around the halls looking into some of the rooms that had blood splatters all over the walls. I began to feel this certain feeling as if i was being watched or followed. I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was with me. I darted my head around and saw a unmanned wheelchair with a little boys toy on it. I looked down at my phone. Low battery. Exactly the two words I didn’t want to see right now.