Taking A Look At Thorncliffe Asylum

A murderous stench possessed Thorncliffe Asylum, trepidation suffused the asylum dwellers. A vile killer remained at large and claimed five victims already.
Torrents of rain poured down furiously like bullets, accompanied by howling winds. Harkness floundered along the stone path in his black derby shoes, struggling to resist the wind that is desperately trying to knock him off balance. He glanced up at the beautiful building made of polished white marble, towering over him as if in an attempt to intimidate him. He trudged up the Everest of steps, admiring the ferocious marble gargoyles that were next to the tarnished wooden door. He turned the golden doorknob of the entrance to reveal a lavish reception. An army of exquisite paintings invaded
the walls around him as he gazed in adornment. A ghastly looking young woman approached him wearing nun garments.
“Welcome to Thorncliffe, Detective Harkness, I’m Sister Abigail.
I’ve been informed you’re here to investigate the recent murder that took place.”
“That’s right. I’m aware there is a missing patient, how long has he been missing?” Harkness replied.
“Patient 50 has been missing since the killings started about a month ago. I’ll lead you to the crime scene now.” She told him.
Harkness sauntered along the eerie hallway, unfazed by the moans of the insane that echoed around the corridor.
“We’ve arrived, room 26.” The nun declared.
As Sister Abigail steadily opened the thick metal door, it revealed a drab concrete room. The walls painted with blood and the body lay there on the floor, dismembered. As Harkness came closer to the body, the odour became more appalling. He inspected the body delicately, as he stuck his hand down the vile throat of the deceased, he felt a large rough object that have been shoved down. He snatched it out and found a note tied to it.
‘3’.
“What do you think it means?” Sister Abigail inquired.
“It might be a room number, who resides in cell 3?”
“Peters, I’ll lead you to him” Sister Jude yelled with excitement, the prospect of finding the killer spirals in her
mind.
As Harkness opened the door to cell 3, it unveiled a scrawny old man, with scars all over his body and face.
Speaking in a soft tone, Harkness introduced himself.
“Hello, I’m Detective Harkness, may I ask you a few questions?”
The scrawny old man turned his head slowly and stared at Harkness with eyes like daggers.
“I’ve been anticipating your visit, Harkness.” He muttered.
Harkness’ hands were sweaty, he was slightly shaking uncontrollably, he was nervous. Thoughts raced around his head, could he be the killer?
“We found this note inside one of the dead bodies. Are these killings got anything to do with you?” Harkness asked firmly.
Ignoring Harkness’ question, Peters pointed at Harkness with his frail hands and smirked.
“You think you’re in control, don’t you?”
“Can you tell us where patient 50 is?” Harkness shouted pathetically, trying to stamp his authority on him but his attempt failed. Peters gazed at the floor and snarled.
“Harkness is going to die.”
“Please tell me anything I can use to stop this.” Harkness pled.
He neglected Harkness but just as he was about to exit, the man uttered the
words.
“I’m not the only 3.”
I rendezvoused with Sister Abigail outside the cell.
“He says there is another 3, any idea what he means?” Harkness asked.
“I’m not sure. There are three cabins deep into the forest. He might be referring to the third cabin.” Sister Jude replied.
“I’ll investigate”
The wrath of the storm was like the breath of an angry god, Harkness could feel the cold water soak through his socks as he was walking through the carpet of leaves. He was completely oblivious to the fact someone was following him. He started shivering involuntarily, as angst infected his mind. He caught a glimpse of the deteriorated cabin three in the distance and started heading towards it. As he slogged towards the cabin’s decayed wooden, he slowly turned the knob, and quickly opened the door, peeking inside to find it is abandoned. He wandered around the inside of the cabin searching for clues as the door began to open slowly and appeared a tall man, with torn clothes and a scar on his cheek. He pulled out a knife from his back pocket.
“You will die.” he screamed to the heavens.
Fear clutched Harkness with icy hands as he started running towards him. He attempts to slice Harkness but he manoeuvres out of harm’s reach. Harkness starts to break into a dash sending hordes of leaves soaring up to mark his stride. He trips over a camouflaged branch and the killer ascends over him and knocks him out with a forceful kick.
Harkness wakes up chained to a bed. Dazed and confused. Patient 50 sits beside him.
“Chuck?” Patient 50 asks.
Harkness looks at Patient 50 with disbelief.
“You killed all those patients, you monster.” Harkness screamed
“No I didn’t, Chuck. Your delusions are getting worse.”
“My name isn’t Chuck, its Harkness.”
“This story again. You need to snap out of this false reality Chuck.”
“I am a federal agent, let me go or you’ll be prosecuted.”
“Chuck, you’ve been in this delusional state for the past two years, stop pretending you’re a detective and let us help you.”
Harkness started shaking vigorously into a fit.
“Let me out, LET ME OUT” Harkness screeched.
“You need to accept that you killed your family Chuck, and then you can move on.”
“Lies, all lies” contested Harkness.
“The sooner you realise that you can’t live in this false persona of yours, the sooner we can make you better Chuck.”
Two tall men approach Harkness and Patient 50.
“Are you Chuck or Harkness?” Asked Patient 50.
“I’m Harkness for god sake, let me go.”
“Take him away.”
There was only despair for Chuck, as the Asylum tried their best to return him to reality, but the mask was already off.