The not-so-insane idea

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Locked in an insane asylum for a simple idea, a minuscule sentence. Locked in and shut up for speaking what she honestly thinks is the truth. It's light horror.

Submitted: September 09, 2016

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Submitted: September 09, 2016



"Let me go! They won't stop! There coming!" Jasmine was writhing on the bed, held down by three nurses. 

"Where's the doctor? We need a sedation!" said one of the nurses. there was a red-headed girl hovering by the door, tentetivly watching the scene playout. 

"You!" snaped one of the struggling nurses at the girl, "What are you doing? go get the soctor and get him to bring a sedative!" The red-head jump at this command and stumbled out of the doorway. Jasmine continued to scream and tried to break away from the nurses grip. 

"Jasmine, you need to calm down no one is coming. You're safe here."

"NO! They're coming, they're hungry!" Jasmine let out an ear shattering screach and the nurses lossened their grip from the pain in their ears. Jasmine took the opportunity and jumped up from the bed. she ripped off whatever toobes were still attached to her and stumbbled away from the nurses. She clawed her way out of the room shortly followed by the three nurses. Jasmine looked back to check how closly they were following her, she tripped but was caught. Jasmine felt he body fall into the grip of something srong and sturdy. She looked up into the face of her new capture and forgot all about the pursuing nurses. "Hi," she said.

"Hello," responded the young man. What's your name?"

"You're handsome," said Jasmine.

"You're going to feel weak in the knees and drift off," said the young doctor. "Don't fight it just let the sedative take you." Jasmine smiled and her eyes started closing as she nodded. She slumped against him. The young doctor wrapped his arm around her and scooped up her limp legs. "Where's her room?" He asked the nurses. 

"This way Dr. Imani, room." He followed the nurse and placed Jasmine on her bed. 

"Hook her IV back up and try to keep her as calm as possible."

"Even if that means a constant flow of sedatives?"

"Is she not calm without them?"

"She used to be fine without them."

"Then why is she here?" Inquired the doctor.

"She's been reported as a public disturbance. She would run out in the street and yell that everyone needed to 'get out and find cover because they were coming.' However as soon as she was admitted here she stopped and seemed completely normal happy human."

"What changed?"

"It started slow, too slow to really notice or make note of it. When nurses would come in and check on her she would be sitting up in bed and say 'you know just 'cause you put me here doesn't change the fact that they're coming.' Of course this never really freaked anyone out really. We work in a psych ward. We get told things are coming after us every other day. But she slowly got more concerned and serious about it until she started screaming and trying to run away." The nurse had finished putting in the IV. They continued their conversation while they walked to the nurses station.

"She was trying to run away?"


"Have you asked us where she was trying to go?" The nurse paused and thought about this. She turned to the red-headed girl sitting in a chair behind the station.

"Tanna, do you know if anyone's ever asked where the patient in 315 was trying to escape to?"

"No," replied Tanna, so quietly it was almost inaudible.

"No you don't know or no they havn't?" Asked the nurse.

"No they haven't."

"Have you ever wondered where she wants to go?" Asked Dr. Imani.

"Not really. Again, we work in the psych ward. We have people asking to go to the land bikini clad women, or a place where gravity doesn't exist or even a blank world so they can destroy this on and create their own. My point is best not to ask."

"Okay, I see. Thank you for your time. I'll be in my office if you need me." He left the nurse's station and headed to the roof. His office was up there per his request in case any patients managed to slip past their nurses and security and actually get onto the roof and tried to fling themselves off the edge. Which was not exactly an irrational thought process because it had happened at his previous job on more than 4 occasions, in all of which someone would have died if he hadn't been stationed on the roof. Dr. Imani walked into his office, sat in his chair and began processing what the nurse had told him. 

*beep* *beep* "Dr. Imani? You there?"

"Yeah, go on."

"You're wanted downstairs on the second floor room 203."

"Okay, be right there." He walked over to the mirror that was hanging on the wall and examined his afro. He nodded to himself and started downstairs. On the way he passed an older man who was crouching in the hall. "Sir, are you alright?" Asked the doctor.

"They won't let me leave. They don't even know what's coming."

"Come, I'll take you to your room. Where is yours, do you know?" The man held out his arm and around his wrist was a band in large font saying, 'MU (mentally unstable) 314.' The doctor helped the man to his feet and supported him as they walked to his room. As they drew closer they could hear screaming. A nurse rushed by them preparing a syringe and turned into the room labeled '315'. The screams stopped and the two men entered the neighboring room, 314. 

"She's right you know. You doctors keep shutting her up when you should be listening to what she has to say. Right now she's more intelligent than you doctors." Dr. Imani helped the man into bed and tucked him in. When he turned to go the patient grabbed his wrist. "I mean it. You doctors shut us up with you drugs and sedatives only because we say things you don't want to believe or true or are too thick skilled to think possible." The man relinquished his grip and the doctor walked out of the room and into the neighboring one. 

"Another fit?" He asked.

"Yeah, it's even worse than earlier, if that's even possible."

"Did she say anything new?"

"Not really. She mentioned that whatever's coming is almost here and it's almost too late, but it's just gibberish."

"Is she asleep?"

"No she's fighting it this time. When she does that it takes a lot longer to set in all the way."

"Okay, you may go now." The nurse nodded and left the room leaving the doctor and Jasmine alone. "Hello Jasmine, I'm Emeka Imani. I'd like to ask you something."

"What?" She was glaring at him with distrustful eyes.

"You keep saying that we have to get out of here. Where is it you want to go exactly?"

"Under, as far under as possible! They can't follow us under!"

"What's coming? Why is it so vital that we go under?"

"The end. They will end us, all of us and spare none!"

"How do you know this?"

"Dreams. Wispers. Noises on the wind from above. They speak to us but few listen. Few want to know their doom and so block out the noise, the warnings, the threats."

"What does whatever's coming want?"

"We are a banquet. Napkins and spoons are already set and wine glasses filled to the brim."

"We're their food?"


Dr. Imani calmly accepted the information as it was slowly absorbed into his system. "Thank you Jasmine, for telling me that." The doctor left the room and headed back up to his office, her words still ringing in his hears. 'They peak to us but few listen.' 'We are a banquet.'


"You better run. You better hide. It won't be long now. We're getting closer."


"Our tummies are rumbling!"

"Doctor!" Dr. Imani woke with a start. 

"Wha? huh?" Emeka found himself sitting in his office chair. It appeared he had falled asleep in his office again. "Yes, I'm awake. Did you need something?"

"You're late for you morning rounds,"  said the nurse. He looked at his watch.

"Crap. I'll be right down." He stood up and the memory of the voices began slipping away.


"Good morning Jasmine," said Dr. Imani.

"Is it? I don't think so, and neither should you." A wisper floated through the back of his mind. 'It won't be long now.' "You heard it I know you did. You've repressed it, I can tell." Emeka wlaked out of the room and the whispering stopped. He continued his rounds but again couldn't forget Jasmine's words. They continued all through lunch and much of the afternoon. Emeka had had enough. He raced down to Jasmine's room. A nerse was in her room administering medication.

"If you could excuse us, I have something to discuss something with the patient." The nurse finished her task and left the room with just the two of them, alone. Jasmine was bundled up in her bed, curled into a ball facing away from the doctor. "Jasmine?" No reply. "I, I think you're right. I keep having these dreams that i can't..." Jasmine sat up right all of a sudden.

"Then let's go. You know we can't stay here. They'll come and we can't run."

"Okay, grab everyone else who is desperate to leave, but subtly. If the nurses become aware of what's happening there's no way we will be able to leave."

"Okay, I'll make sure they all know the plan," said Jasmine. "But what is the plan?"

"At 4am I'll make sure the nurses for this floor are elsewhere, then run to the roof. There's an escape latter thats out of veiw of the windows. I'll meet you up there. For now, sleep. You'll need your rest." 


.... to be continued.

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