Asylum

I crossed my arms as I stood in front of the 2 story insane asylum. It was horrible and worn down after being abandoned for the past decade. With that reasoning, it also explains why my husband was able to buy it.

He loved the whole idea of this sort of thing. Taking a old run down building that no one wanted and turning into something beautiful by the end.

Now, don't get me wrong, I loved him doing his thing and fixing places up but an asylum? I did not like the idea of being stuck here for the next 2 months.

I grabbed my stuff and walked in, closing the door behind me. The inside didn't look too bad out of shape like the outside did. I left my stuff in the little hall by the door and walked into the office.

I stood by my husband looking over toward the blue prints he had laid out. He was planning to turn it into a bed and breakfast.

I told him I was going to take a look around while worked everything out. I headed out of the office and up the stairs.

At the top of the stairs was a painted picture of what looked to be a doctor. I read the golden nameplate at the bottom, proving my theory to be right. Doctor James.

I continued on looking around upstairs. Everything was a mess, things thrown across the floor to the point you could barely walk.

I got to one room filled with what seemed to be Satanic symbols all around. I looked at everything and rolled my eyes. I could bet my husband had no idea about this as religious as he was.

There was a breeze against my shoulder as I turned my head to see him standing beside me. He seemed to be turning pale so I grabbed his hand and smiled, pulling him along back downstairs.

We started working on the employee room by the office and fixed it up to stay in there. It had already gotten dark out so we decided to call it a day.

I went ahead and laid down as my husband went off to go the bathroom down the hallway. I had almost fallen asleep before I heard strange whispering. I sat up on the bed and looked around.

Suddenly I heard a loud scream coming from down the hall. I shot out of bed and into the hall, stopping dead in my tracks to see a man in a white coat standing there before disappearing as quick as I saw him.

I shook off the feeling and took off running toward the bathroom. I flung the door opened to find my husband crouched on the floor holding his neck.

He looked up at me with a look of shock and fear on his face.

"He's still here.." he said to me, closing his eyes. "He had a shot. I have no idea what was in it. He stabbed me in the neck."

I thought about the man I had just seen moments earlier, but that couldn't be right. That was Doctor James. He had died a few years after the asylum had opened over 30 years ago.

Suddenly he started coughing up blood. Lots of it. It hurt to watch but there was nothing I could do. Suddenly he fell over onto the ground and his whole body shook before he lay still, blood pooling out of his mouth.

I covered my mouth and whimpered as I turned away and started running. I ran out the front door and down the driveway. I ran until I couldn't anymore.

I continued walking as everything replayed in my head again. I started sobbing as I walked toward the road.

I finally reached the road and walked along it until I saw a truck driving toward me in the distance. I held my thumb out as it began to pass me and slow down.

I started jogging toward it and started screaming that my husband needed help. I got to the driver door of the truck before I stopped dead in my tracks as the same man with a white coat sat there smiling at me.

He opened his mouth as a loud demonic scream came out. His hand shot out toward me grabbing me by the hair and yanking me closer. It was so fast that I had no time to react.

He growled loudly into my ear as he took a large shot and stabbed me in the neck. I gasped as he let go and I fell backward. I watched the truck take off and disappear as I began coughing up blood.