Page 35 of The Asylum
“Harry, give us an update,” Jack said as we stood at the entrance of the morgue. I was already feeling uneasy.
“There are several offices, and a large mortuary room. There should still be an embalming table, and there are two large walk-in refrigerators with heavy metal doors for storing bodies. Don’t get locked in them; they don’t open from the inside.”
“Yeah, nobody wants zombies surprising them,” Magic warned, and I sent him a look. Oh no, he can nip that in the bud.
“The morgue is supposed to be rife with paranormal activity, which includes voices, noises, screams, and cries. Visitors claim to have been pushed, scratched, bitten, pulled, punched, and things have been thrown. A shadow figure is seen down there and is very threatening, and a skull has been witnessed hanging in mid-air—and it chases people,” Harry announced.
“Great. Looks like we saved the best for last,” I complained, and Jack sent me an amused glance. We shoved open the double doors and entered the corridor. Instantly, the atmosphere felt different.
“This isn’t creepy,” Magic muttered. No lights worked down here in the corridor, so we were using torches and the cameras. A door slammed, and we all jumped. I looked over my shoulder and saw nothing.
“Here!” Jack shouted, and we shoved open a broken door with a round window in and entered the autopsy room. It was as Harry had described. There were glass cabinets on the wall containing instruments. A desk was pushed into a corner, witha damaged chair lying on the floor behind it. Several metal filing cabinets stood dirty and tarnished, their drawers open and empty; their secrets were long gone.
Jack headed over to one of the two large doors, opened it, and peered inside. I saw shelving where bodies would have been stacked and winced at the lack of dignity it seemed to hold. The second fridge resembled the first.
“All of this is miserable,” Bunny murmured. Magic found a light switch and turned it on. The fluorescent light was dim and flickered on and off due to an unstable connection. Of the four lights, only one came on, and it made everything much more fuckin’ terrifying.
“We need to get out of here,” I muttered as a chill ran up my spine. One of the cadaver tables moved slightly, and I spun to face it.
“Something is certainly here,” Jack said, holding out an EMF meter. I watched as it hit five, the maximum level.
“It’s powerful,” I murmured.
“I ain’t afraid of no ghost,” Magic quoted from a famous film, and I rolled my eyes. That was an out-and-out taunt. The damn fool.
“Shut up, Magic, remember what we told you. That was an invitation right there,” I snapped, and Magic bristled, but a low moan ran around the room. Bunny squealed and clutched hold of me.
A cabinet rattled, and we ducked as a metal tray came flying out of nowhere.
“Poltergeist activity,” Phil said, his gaze wide as he turned slowly.
“Fuck off!”the voice boomed at us, and we all jumped. Before our terrified eyes, cabinet doors opened and slammed shut. Items fell from them and were launched in our direction, and Phil stumbled as something pushed him.
“Crap,” Jack yelled, steadying Phil and sending Magic a dirty look.
“You taunted it, now it’s reacting. Idiot,” he spat.
Magic looked concerned. “I didn’t mean it that way.”
I pulled Bunny in closer to my side as a kidney-shaped tray nearly hit her.
“Everyone out; this is too dangerous. We’ll need Michelle down here,” I ordered.
“Something just scratched me!” Bunny cried and showed her arm. A lengthy red mark appeared, and I winced. That had to hurt.
Magic growled, and I realised he was getting angry. Someone had harmed Bunny, and that was a mistake.
We stumbled out into the long corridor and gaped. In front of us hung a damn skull, floating in the air. Jack instantly reacted and waved his arms around it, proving nothing was suspending it.
“Oh crap!” Jack muttered as the teeth began snapping together and two red pinpricks emerged in the eye sockets.
We were in trouble.
Jack
I thought I’d seen everything from Magic, but this? Where on earth did he hide that? Sunny looked beside himself as if he was about to blow, and I nodded at Phil to record him. This would make good viewing!
Callie made several noises over the radio but appeared unable to form words as Magic calmly waved a baseball bat around.
