Page 17 of The Asylum
“We’ll take our REM Pod and go,” I said.
“Hate. Lust. Stab. Blood. Die. Forgotten. Used. Abused.”The words kept coming, and I shuddered.
“This isn’t just one person; there are many voices,” Connor murmured and jumped.
“Connor?” I asked.
“I just got scratched,” he replied.
“Okay, we’re leaving,” I called. “Don’t hurt us because we don’t mean you harm!”
I darted into Samantha’s room and grabbed the REM Pod.
“Sorry. Protection,”Samantha whispered.
“It’s okay, Samantha, thank you for talking to us,” I responded. For a moment, I felt a cold hand on my shoulder, and Bunny squealed before it faded.
“Something appeared and touched you!” she cried.
“Let’s hit the command post, and we’ll check the footage there,” I said.
“Wow, do you know it’s nearly two o’clock?” Bunny asked as we left.
“That went fast!” I replied, surprised.
“We were in there for hours,” Connor stated as he checked his watch. “Didn’t seem that time had passed so quickly.”
“No,” I agreed.
Pyro
Sunny led the way into the manager’s quarters. Immediately, I didn’t like the area. There was a strange atmosphere in the apartment. It seemed evil had soaked into the very walls. I wasn’t the only one experiencing this.
“This is very wrong,” Jack stated as we glanced around.
The condition didn’t help matters much either. There was rubbish scattered across the floor; bones lay in one corner, and it smelt of urine and shit. Any furniture present was broken or ruined. The kitchen had cupboards ripped off the walls, and the appliances were smashed.
“What the hell happened here?” I inquired, looking around.
“It appears vandals got in,” Jack replied.
“What was this guy’s story?” Sunny asked.
“He ran the women’s home for unmarried mothers. Figures state that over five thousand young women and girls were sent here during its ten-year stint. Although some believe twice as many remained here. It held girls from all walks of life, wealthy and needy and from across the country. Once here, they gave birth and, in the instance of the rich, were returned home immediately without the baby. People experiencing poverty stayed a while and worked at the attached farm before having their child adopted and being kicked out. Some ended up pregnant again during their stay here,” Harry elaborated.
“What the hell?” I exclaimed in horror.
“Abuse and sexual assault were rife, the women had no rights, and the asshole men abused that, and them,” Harry added.
“This wasn’t vandals. Check the walls,” Sunny said, and I did. Words were scrawled across it, making my inner self sit up and take notice. It didn’t matter—Justice wouldn’t be able to claim revenge, as this man was long dead.
“Murderer, rapist, abuser, villain, sodomiser, attacker. Jesus,” Jack murmured. “I don’t think a living human wrote those.”
“How did this asshole die?” I asked.
“Badly,” Harry’s voice came over the radio. Clearly, he’d been monitoring us.
“Harry?” Jack said.
