Page 23 of The Asylum
For an irate moment, I hated and blamed Tack Zoggins for how he conducted investigations. Everyone believed that was the correct way to do them, but it wasn’t. It riled up dark entities and left those behind to deal with them. This one would need exorcising thanks to Magic’s taunts; otherwise, it would be a danger to those who followed. My torch barely pierced the darkness as I approached the isolation wing, and I could taste the malicious intent in the air.
Yeah, Don Jacobs was more than riled up. He was drawing energy from Magic and Sunny and growing more powerful. I could sense him reaching out to me, and there was a smugness to his oily evil.
“Back away, Don Jacobs, I am protected by God, and the devil damns you!” I cried as I approached.
“A pure soul,” the taunt floated through the air.
“Michelle,” Sunny shouted, and he didn’t sound like himself. “Being drained.”
“I’m here, Sunny,” I called, reassuring him, and tackled the first problem. I sprinkled a hefty dose of holy water over the iron bars separating us, and the shadows cringed away from it. That allowed me to open the gate and step inside.
“Come into my parlour said the spider to the fly,” I muttered and entered the corridor. “Don Jacobs, you’ve no right to be here. You are an offence to everything holy,” I continued.
A screech rang out, and something flew towards me. I gathered my faith and held out my cross.
“In God’s name, you shall not harm me!” I yelled and shoved my belief at it.
It screamed and flashed away, and the darkness receded enough for me to find Sunny and Magic. In a rush, I hurried over and checked on them. They both seemed okay—dazed, tired, and drained—and there were some injuries on them, but nothing major.
“Stay behind me!” I ordered.
“Not a problem,” Sunny replied and placed a hand on my shoulder.
Secure in my faith and beliefs, I began to perform an exorcism that would remove Don Jacobs from this world once and for all.
Chapter Five.
Bunny
We were searching for a figure that was supposedly seen here. Rumour had it that a former patient was over seven feet tall and a gentle giant. Locals had fondly nicknamed him Jimmy, but his real name was unknown. Jimmy had lived here over one hundred and fifty years ago and had died here. The legend went that he had been incarcerated as a child because he’d outgrown his peers rapidly. Realising there was something wrong with Jimmy, his parents had brought him to The Asylum and left him.
To my mind, it was obvious the poor man was suffering from pituitary gigantism. How awful for a young kid to have been locked up in The Asylum, especially as he’d been sane. Jimmy must have felt so abandoned by his parents. How damn cruel.
Although, by all accounts, Jimmy had been treated well, seemed happy, and enjoyed helping in the infirmary. I imagine his size quelled a lot of fights before they began. For several hours, we attempted communication but received no reply. It appeared we weren’t going to get anything when my SLS camera picked up an entity.
Excited, I called to Jack, showed him it, and we peered into the shadows down the hallway where the form was. There was a brief movement, and the figure on the camera waved, and I exclaimed in delight. The shadow disappeared at the same time as my image.
“Was that Jimmy?” I gasped.
“Think so. Jimmy didn’t want to talk, but wanted to say hi and acknowledge us,” Jack said.
“Well, as far as I’m concerned, we proved he existed,” I stated, and Jack nodded.
“We’ll take a break and return. There’s supposed to be a nurse down here who mistreated the sick,” Jack announced, and I frowned. That was the highest abuse of power. How evil did you need to be to harm your patients?
When we emerged, we discovered what was happening with Sunny and Magic. Jack wanted to help Michelle, as did Pyro, but Harry stopped us. As Harry stated, if we did, then we’d give the evil present there more victims and impede Michelle’s rites. There was a monitor on the bus that we could watch while we ate dinner, prepared by Diaz. Michelle was in full flow, and I admired her strength and convictions.
She clearly had experience and was managing the exorcism perfectly from what I could see.
As we neared the end of the meal, Callie entered, pale.
“Found it,” she stated, and Phil slid in behind her.
“You found the cemetery?” I asked, stunned.
“Yeah. It’s about a mile away, but still on Asylum land. The dogs went crackers there, and we’ve called the police. They couldn’t argue with us, as we were using cadaver canines that they use. They’re bringing people with them and are getting a warrant,” Callie said.
“For what?” Pyro inquired.
