psych-locked

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: February 12, 2016

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Submitted: February 12, 2016

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Hello...Yes you...you who are reading this hello. I don't know what time you are reading this from, or if I am even still alive...but I have quite the story to tell you.

The year was 2016 when my story began, I myself and several other friends being the rebellious teenagers we were exploring the ruins of Briarheart. For those of you out there who don't know what Briarheart was, at first it was an institution for the mentally insane and the socially despicable, and then when Insane Asylums were banned in the 1970's the asylum became a TB clinic; which in the 80's was completely shut down due to asbestos.

In the dark of the night and only by the light of a full moon we entered the cursed, and darkened grounds of the asylum. Looking back I should have known...I should have known what we were doing was wrong but I...I did not listen. the very air, the same air the "patients" of the hospital were breathing, right before the flicker of their lives were extinguished. I could feel it...their breathing on my skin...but I payed them no heed.

We entered the building, the feeling of being watched was there...the smell, the smell was that of death and pain...I should have listened to my senses. The shadows...they did it...they put me here...they were listening to our every word we'd spoke...watching our every move as we went deeper and deeper into what we...I... had thought was the extinguished hell of Briarheart

One of my friends, her name was allison, had found a door, locked, of course, and we, the rebellious tresspassing teens with no armament to speak of save flashlights decided to kick down the door...that's when someone lit hell's pilot light. all I heard were screams...the shadows over took us...our flashlights went out and I was engulfed in the scratching, biting void that had overtaken us...but little did I know that my hell...was only beginning.

Tossing and turning in the darkness screaming in agony as I felt a burning sensation on my skin, the tearing of my flesh, absolute pain...I cried for death...begged that this nightmare would end in eternal slumber...but to no avail, for what seemed hours I was tormented by these shadows as I have taken a liking to call them...then I was blinded...blinded by a sharp white light...I couldn't move my arms and legs...the next thing I saw was him...a man in white and a sadistic wide smile...

"Hello my boy...I see you've been given the usual accomadations. Welcome to your new home. Briarheart Manor"


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