Page 4 of Insane Obsession

We start walking into the darkness when suddenly we see a flash of light.

“Holy shit,” Lea whispers. “Was that a light bulb?”

“Was, yes. It just flashed.”

“That’s impossible.”

“Did you film it?”

I nod, baffled. I swear I heard someone laugh.

Then Jess screams. She staggers back and starts banging on the doors. “No! I want out, I want out!”

“Jess—” Lea starts, but Jess is losing her shit, despite Levi hugging her tightly. Not wanting to film her breaking down, I turn around, the camera still attached to my glasses.

“I want out of here,” Jess sobs behind us.

“Okay, we’ll get you out.” Levi opens the door, creaking once more as if it hadn’t just been opened.

I block out their murmurs and step further inside the corridor.

“Now that was scary,” I tell my future audience. “As we came in, a light bulb exploded. It could be a mere coincidence…”

“Or someone was waiting for us, whahahaha.”

I jump when David growls the words in my ear, making Levi laugh. “Sorry, Doc, we didn’t mean to scare the shit out of you.”

“Let it go,” Lea snaps. “Just… get off his back for once.”

“Thank y?—”

The front door slides shut with a smooth bang, making my teeth rattle, and I swallow my words. I feel like we're locked inside. It's suffocating.

Lea is the first one to make a move. “Okay, let’s do this. Jess is gone, so there’s only four of us now.”

We start walking, Levi and David ahead of us. Their flashlights shine up on the walls, and I record some of the words written on them.

“Hail Mary,” I read them out loud to my future audience. “Look at this one. ‘Please let me leave.’ You can't help but think about what these women went through. Back in the nineteenth century, women could even be sent here by their own husbands if they weren’t satisfied with their wives.”

We continue walking down the hall, with doors lining both sides.

“This is where the communal areas would be,” I explain. “Most facilities had gaming rooms, prayer rooms, even knitting and sewing rooms where patients could make their clothes. Anything to pass the time.”

“Look at that,” Lea whispers. Her flashlight registers an old-fashioned kitchen. “Let’s check it out.”

There are broken plates and overturned chairs, a table with remnants of a tablecloth, and an old radio.

“Laura DiSanti supposedly killed at least one of her victims in the kitchen. But, when we were given the architectural drawings of the facility, we learned there were at least three kitchens.” I let out a forced laugh. “I guess this wasn’t the one. Let’s go.”

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FINN

We continue our walk down the littered corridor and open a set of doors. Shining our lights inside, we try to understand the ground floor’s layout better. When we reach large, winding stairs, we stop.

“Do you want to go up here or continue down the corridor?” David asks.

“Let’s go up first.” Lea starts climbing. “Check out those bedrooms.”

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