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Asylum
« Thread Started on Jan 12, 2006, 8:31pm »

I'm sure some of you are already familiar with this but for those of you who aren't this is the first horror story i have ever written.

WARNING: this story contains extreme amounts of blood and gore, don't say i didn't warn you...

A grey and a green SUV came thundering up the gravel driveway through the rusted metal gates and past a decrepit old sign that read "Serene Hills Mental Hospital". As the dust settled, the seemingly unmovable iron gates slowly creaked shut, never to open again.
The SUV's parked in the circular driveway in front of the faded, cement steps of the abandoned, towering structure that was the Serene Hills Mental Hospital. Although the asylum was once a safe haven for the disturbed, it now stands as an empty grave for those who had lost their lives in the off-white hell that once fit the name "Serene Hills". Ten Teenagers got, one by one, out of the two SUV's. They stood in awe in front of the massive structure before them.
"Ah, The Serene Hills Asylum..." a tall, brunette girl of about 18 years stated as she looked up at the pitch black windows.
The group got their things out of the cars and walked through the front door. As the door slammed shut, several wooden boards feel across the door, unnoticed by the teenagers.
The teenagers set up sleeping bags and cameras in the waiting room and once they had set up everything, the tall brunette stood up and called their attention.
"Welcome my friends to our investigation of the Serene Hills Asylum." She announced, "I think it's time i told you the story of this place... 10 years ago, this place was owned by a kind doctor named George Askul. He was well known for his excellent care of the patients. But one day, his wife was brutally murdered and the killer got off due to the insanity plea. Askul went into seculsion after this, slowly losing his mind until one day he just snapped. He went from room to room of the asylum and ruthlessly killed all 300 of them one by one. One man who was due for surgery that day he sliced open then suspended him over the table with 25 meat hooks all over his body and left him there to die with no anasthetic. Another patient he cut off their hands, feet, ears, tounge, and he cut out her eyes leaving her sealed in her room. His rampage continued until he reached the room of the 10 year old Alecia Carthage. She always had a small rag doll with her. He threw the doll in the corner and injected her 20 times with blood thinner. She died the slowest as the thinner caused massive hemorages, causing the blood to literally burst from her skin and spray the room red. They say that the blood never came off the walls or the doll who saw the entire thing. After killing Alicia, Askul cast himself into the massive furnace in the basement. Everyone who dies here is said to still haunt this place."
The girl's friends cringed with each gory detail as her words floated down the heating vents to the basement where the massive furnace lay dormant. Suddenly the long extinguished flames erupted in the shape of a face that let out a deep moan which resonated through the venting system into every room along with a gust of warm air. The door release buzzers could be heard as the long unused mechanical doors ground open.
The sounds of the doors and the sudden gust of warm air startled the group.
"What was that!" a small,blond girl in the corner exclaimed.
"It seems that he knows we're here..." The tall girl said with a smirk.
It took several hours before the others calmed down from their earlier scare. The sky was now dark with no moon as rain began to pour down."I suppose it is time to begin our investigation." the tall girl announced. The teenagers split up into five groups of two and set off to different areas of the asylum. "Keep in contact at all times." the tall girl's voice crackled over their radios.
The small,blond haired girl named Sarah and a taller boy named Jimmy set off for the morgue in the basement with a digital camera, voice recorder, and flashlights. They walked down the damp corridor until they reached reached a door on the right which was labeled as the morgue. A thick, musty scent filled their nostrils upon entering the room. Blood-stained hooks on chains hung from a light over the autopsy table. On the left was the wall of body lockers, most with the doors hanging off their hinges or the rusted gurneys hanging out. To the right was the large metal door of a freezer. Jimmy took a few pictures and they turned to leave, but they heard the harsh rattling of the hook chains. They turned around, but the hooks over the table showed no signs of moving at all. Jimmy cautiosly moved closer to examine the hooks. Once he was satisfied, he turned to Sarah and gave a shrug. Suddenly one of the hooks impaled his right shoulder. Sarah stood in the doorway paralized with fear as Jimmy attempted to remove the hook, but a second one impaled his left shoulder and the hooks hoisted him up above the table where four hooks dug into his legs. Six more sent themselves through his palms and his arms. Another six dug into his back and yet another six into his stomach and chest. The hooks then began to pull in 24 different directions. Sarah had fallen to the floor in a fit of sobs and screams as she helplessly watched Jimmy cry out in pain as the flesh was being torn from his body and blood began to spill onto the table. When he thought that he couldn't take anymore, one last hook swung in and lodged itself into his forehead and a stream of blood trickled from his mouth while his eyes were permanently frozen in terror. A wheelchair in the corner came slowly rolling toward Sarah. She got up, slammed the door and ran into the next room where she collapsed on the floor. She did not know what this room was, but she could hear the crackling of a fire. Sarah looked around the room with her flashlight and the beam shone over a massive furnace which seemed to react by making the fire bigger and she could have sworn that she saw something moving inside. Suddenly the grate opened and something started crawling out. Sarah ran to the door but she heard the deadbolt lock and it wouldn't budge. She turned to see a man in a doctor's uniform engulfed in flames and walking toward her carrying a scalpel. She began to feel extremely hot, but she realized that it was not from the room, it was coming from inside her! She could no longer breath and collapsed onto the floor. The flaming doctor moved closer and the heat became more intense inside her. she tried to scream, but instead flames erupted from her mouth and soon the fames were also erupting from her eye sockets as she burned alive from the inside out. The flaming doctor disappeared and thew door unlocked as her lifeless body fell to the side, into view of her flashlight which shined on her charred eyes and mouth which were issuing a thick, black smoke.
Meanwhile, another pair of teenagers named Shauna and Tom were three floors above. They were investigating the minimum security ward. Tom opened the door of a room that was stained red with blood and a small, abandonded rag doll lay in the corner.
"This must have been the little girl's room..." Shauna said thoughtfully as she stepped into the blood soaked room and gently picked up the rag doll. She stood under the cracked skylight and examined the doll. Just then, a piercing scream could be heard over the radio.
"Shit! I better go check that out. Stay here." Tom ordered as he ran off to check on who had screamed. Shauna did as she was told and stayed in the room. After the sound of Tom's feet faded she could hear a new sound, like that of something dripping and what sounded like someone walking with wet feet. The sound was getting closer. Shauna walked out to the door and looked out. She looked down the hall and saw bloody footprints appearing and moving closer to the door as the walls seemed to bleed wherever the footprints appeared. As the footprints got closer, the form of a little girl slowly appeared. The little girl seemed to be bleeding from every possible location on her body. The little girl moved closer and closer to Shauna. As the girl approached, Shauna started to back up into the room. When the little girl got closer she noticed that a pressure was building up under her skin and her eyes, ears, nose, and mouth started to bleed for no reason. Suddenly, her left thigh burst and sprayed blood onto the floor as she feel to the floor under the skylight, causing her to drop the doll. Her throut also burst open while the little girl sttod in the doorway. Shauna was attempting to crawl as she held her bleeding neck and reached out toward the girl. The door then slammed shut with a great force. Shauna heard a rattling above her and looked up just in time to see massive shards of glass falling on her. She lay on the floor of the bloody room, impaled from head to toe with glass. She drew her last gasping breath and moved her fingers the little bit that she still could and then stopped moving as her face lay in the fresh puddle of blood.
Tom Arrived on the Second floor where the scream had come from. He was out of breath by the time he reached the end of the hall where the tall girl, Jasmine, was standing by a large metal chamber pounding on the outside in the middle of a dimly lit room. She was screaming at the top of her lungs as she tried to open the door of the chamber.
"Tom, thank god you're here, I can't get the door open and Charlie is stuck inside!" Jasmine screamed. Their friend charlie could be heard screaming and pounding on the inside of the chamber. Suddenly there was a thud and a humming sound as the chamber came to life.
Tom looked to Jasmine, "What exactly was this thing used for?" He asked
"It's a pressure chamber the doctor used for therapy."
"What?! Get me the hell out of here!" Charlie screamed from inside the chamber. Tom and Jasmine pulled as hard as they could on the door, but it wouldn't budge as the pressure guage needle climbed higher and higher.They were forced to watch helplessly while Charlie tried to endure the increasing pressure within the chamber. His breathing became shallow and his eyes became bloodshot as he gasped for air. Tom and Jasmine watched as Charlie propped himself up against the wall. Soon the pressure for him was too much and the cracking of bones could be heard and his chest collapsed. Charlie fell to the floor, sputtering blood and bleeding from his eyes as the guage moved into the red zone. Suddenly the guage cracked and one of the pipes burst, causing a massive jump in pressure inside the chamber. Charlie let out a scream with what little air he had left with blood now running down his head until it was too much and his head exploded, sending chunks of brain and skull splattering across the chamber which inexplicably shut down.
Jasmine collapsed on the floor with tears streaming down her face, "Damn it, Tom, what's going on here?"
"I wish i knew..." Tom said as he sat down next to her. Suddenly they saw a glow coming from one of the doors in the hallway accompanied by the hissing sound of a television. The went into the room and found an office with old papers cluttering a wooden desk with a wall of security monitors in front of it. The monitors were now on and they could see every room of the asylum. They could see their friends Justin and Clara walking toward two rooms, one with a shackle in the center and mouldy plates in the 4 corners and a blood stain near the shackle with a trail leading to on of the corners. The other room looked fairly normal other than a few drops of blood on the floor.
"Hey, Jasmine, look at this." Tom called as he was standing in front of several massive stacks of video tapes each labeled with a room number. He pulled one out labeled "Room 246" which was the room Justin was headed toward. Tom put the video in a VCR and they watched in horror as the tape showed an obviously starving patient being shackled in the center of the room and plates of food being set in each corner then being left alone. The patient struggled with all his might to reach the food but could not. He tried several times to break free, but soon became so desperate that he began gnawing on his own ankle until he had removed his foot and left himself with only a jagged, bloody stump. He drug himself to one of the plates with his last bit of eneregy, but became motionless once his fingers were on the edge of the plate. "Oh my god..." Jasmine gasped in disbelief, "The sick bastard recorded the deaths of his patients..."
Jasmine and Tom looked back up at the monitors and saw Justin walk into the room in which they had just witnessed the torture of an innocent patient.
Justin opened the door and walked into the room. His nose was filled with the musty smell of the rotten food in the corners. He decided to go check out the plate in the far corner where the bloody drag marks lead. He stepped near the shackle which suddenly latched onto his ankle, "Ouch! What the heck?" Justin said as he examined the shackle and tried to figure out how it got on his ankle. He tried to pull it out of the floor by walking away from it but only succeeded in tripping and falling on his face. He sighed and looked to his left and found himself looking into the blacked out eyes of what looked like a decomposing corpse with a stump where on foot should have been. Whatever it was had blood dripping from its mouth and seemed to be snarling at him. This startled him and he began to crawl away, but the fiend jumped on top of him and sunk its teeth into his throut and tore a chunk out of his neck. It then proceeded to eat the chunk of flesh. Justin was grasping his neck in an attempt to stop the massive bleeding and attempted to breath as he watched the horrid beast devour a piece of him which it seemed to enjoy. The creature approached more slowly this time and had an evil, bloody grin on its face as it stood over the bleeding boy. It then proceeded to tear him apart and devour the pieces. Meanwhile, Clara noticed none of the events across the hall as she was investigating the other room. She was dreamily looking around the room and failed to notice that she had stepped on a tile that moved at the end of the room. The sound of chains could be heard and before she knew it, a large metal panel had lowered to the floor and left her standing in a small circle in the middle of a sea of spikes which lined the floor and ceiling. She franticly looked around the room for a way out, but could find none, "Justin!" she screamed, not knowing that he was already dead. After she had called his name, the door to her room slammed shut with great force which caused her to jump and fall back onto the spikes. She struggled to get up off the spikes as tears ran down her face and blood came sputtering from her mouth. She then heard the sound of chains and felt the spiked floor rising. Her legs dangled helplessly through the hole in the spikes she had been standing in as she watched the spiked ceiling getting closer and closer. She let out a scream which tirned into a faint gurgle as the spiked floor and ceiling met. A small stream of blood began to trickle down her dangling legs.
Tom and Jasmine stood mortified after watching the grisly deaths of their friends on the screen. Jasmine stood speechless with her hands over her mouth and tears streaming down her face.
"Look..." Tom said, pointing back at the screen. They could see their last two surviving friends, Natrasha and Chris, walking down the quarintine ward.
"Sarah and Jimmy haven't reported in for a while, i better go check on them. You keep investigating." Natasha said as she walked off to the basement while Chris entered a nearby room. The room was fairly plain with broken window blinds who's pull chord was tied in a loop, the bars on the window were rusted and falling off, and many strange vents on the walls. Chris guessed that the room was nothing more than a waiting room with all the furniture removed and figured that the vents were just for smokers. He continued to wander about the room until he heard a hissing sound behind him. He turned to see a heavy metal door slowly closing. He ran to the door and gabbed onto the metal bar handle and the edge of the door. He pulled with all his might, but could not stop it from closing. A crushing pain shot up his arm as he realized that his forefinger and middle finger were both caught in the door. There was a clinking sound and a massive metal locking bolt slid across, crushing and severing his fingers. He stumbled backward a bit and grimaced in pain as he clutched the jagged, bloody stumps that were once his fingers. Suddenly he heard the exhaust fans for the vents kick on and the room was being flooded with an orange gas. He was coughing uncontrolably and could feel his muscles spasm and his skin contract. He stumbled to the window, his skin now so tight that you could see his bones beneath. He fell forward to the window and the loop of the pull cord for the blinds fell over his neck. He started pounding on the window, causing it to crack. With one final pound, the glass gave way and he fell out the window, knocking the bars off. He was then hanging out the window with his feet dangling and the pull chord now acting like a noose. He struggled to free himself while he gasped for air and his eyes became red from the blood vessels bursting. The chord was rubbing against a shard of glass and soon snapped. Chris fell 3 stories down and landed on the roof of one of the SUV's, crushing his entire right side and putting a massive dent in the roof and breaking 4 side windows and part of the frind windshield. The heavy rain was collecting in the dent, mixing with the blood and creating a stream of red onto the ground. He was slowly able to turn on his back and looked up at the window he had just fallen from, on which the metal bars were still hanging. His eyes widened as the bars fell from the window toward him with the sharp points facing down. With a sickening thud, the metal bars impaled him through the stomach and wend straight through to the roof of the SUV.
"I have to save Natasha, I don't want to lose another friend tonight." Tom said solumnly as he stepped out of the office and made his way towards the basement. Jasmine watched his progression on the monitors, hoping that he could reach Natasha in time. Meanwhile, Natasha had reached the basement and walked into an operating room. She called for Sarah and Jimmy, not knowing that they lay dead just a few doors down. Natasha wandered around the room for a while and turned to leave, but she slipped on a metal tray laying on the floor and fell back onto the operating table. The cold metal hit her back and before she could get up, restraints slid accross her body, locking her in place. He struggled with all her might against the leather straps, but they wouldn't budge. By this time, Tom had reached the basement corridor. Jasmine looked at the screen that displayed Tom's location and noticed a thick black smoke appearing behind him which he did not seem to notice. The smoke formed the image of a man who floated towards Tom, engulfing him in smoke. The smoke suddenly disappeared, leaving Tom clutching his head as if he had a massive headache. Tom sat against the wall to collect himself, he slumped over and sat motionless for a period of time, but a moment later got up as if nothing had happened and walked into the operating room as if he knew the place by heart.
"Tom, Thank god you're here... Tom? Are you alright?" Natasha asked upon his entry, but he seemed not to listen. His eyes were a cloudy grey as he checked all the restraints and moved over to a counter where he pulled out a tray with surpizingly pristine surgical tools on it. He set them down next to Natasha and picked up a device that resembled a jack. He forced open her mouth and stuck the device inside which he cranked until her mouth was completely open. He then picked up a pair of forceps and a scalpel and her eyes widened as he pulled her tongue straight with the forceps and gently cut into the soft flesh of her tongue. He removed the tongue and placed it in a small basin on the table next to him. He set the tools down and picked up a bone saw and moved toward her feet. Natasha tried to scream, but it was drowned out by the increasing amount of blood filling her mouth. He cut into the flash and bone of her ankle until he had completely removed it and did the same for her other foot. He set her feet neatly on the table bedise the basin and did the same with her hands. He then set down the saw and picked up something that resembled an inverse eyelash curler and another scalpel. He used the first tool to open her eye lids and used the scalpel to scoop out her eyes which he then placed in the basin. He left Natasha on the operating table, the floor covered in blood, as he turned and walked out of the room. His tools slid out of his bloody hands and clattered to the floor next to the bloody trail of footprints he left leading accross the hall into a room with the sign reading "Electroshock Therapy: Danger, High Voltage". He sat down in the wooden chair and locked himself in with the metal dome over his head. He slumped over and then sat up as if waking up from a dream. He realized that he was trapped in the chair and frantically tried to pull himself free. He heard the sound of the generator turning on and his eyes widened as he struggled even more. He looked over to the wall with a large switch on it which to his horror began to move on its own. The switch hit the bottom, completing the circuit and sending a blast of electricity through Tom's body. His body began to flail from the overload of electricity until the power shut off on its own and all that was left of Tom was a charred, smoking carcass in the chair, causing the room to fill with the smell of burning flesh.

well that's it so far, i'll post the ending later

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Re: Asylum
« Reply #1 on Jan 12, 2006, 9:39pm »

well i'm bored so here ya go

Jasmine broke down crying when she saw her friends dies on the screen in front of her, "No, they can't be dead... they just can't!" she sobbed.
"Don't worry my dear, you will be seeing them soon enough." a deep voice echoed through the screens as the images were replaced by that of the deceased doctor. Jasmine frantically got to her feet and back away. "What's the matter Jasmine? Are you afraid of the doctor?" his voice said mockingly and was followed by a chilling laugh. One of the monitors exploded, sending small shards of glass at her as she raised her arms for protection. The screens exploded one after the other. Jasmine ran out of the office and through the halls. The laughter seemed to follow her as she made her way to the front door. Jasmine reached the door and pushed as hard as she could, but something was blocking the other side. The firey form of the doctor appeared in the hallway behind her. She found herself with her back to the front door and a deranged spirit in front of her. Her only possible escape was through the windows in the waiting room that they had used as their meeting place, "There's nowhere to run Jasmine..." the doctor's voice echoed. Jasmine ran into the waiting room, stumbling over the backpacks and sleeping bags of her now dead friends. She picked up a chair and hurled it through a window then jumped through herself, her arms and legs being scraped by the jagged glass. She landd on the wet grass and slid a little in the mud as she continued to run towards the cars. She saw Chris' lifeless body impaled in the crushed roof of the first SUV. She averted her eyes and got into the second one. Jasmine climbed in and was about to turn the key when the fron door burts open in a massive fireball as the firely form of the doctor floated out. Jasmine frantically started the car and put it in drive. She slammed on the accelerator, sending the wheels squealing in the mud until they caught hold and she took off down the gravel lane. A sharp rock hit the underside of the SUV puncturing the gas tank and leaving a trail of gasoline behind her. Jasmine sped toward the gate which remained firmly secured. The car slammed into the iron gate which failed to move as the bars dug into the hood of the SUV like a set of iron teeth. The windshield exploded on impact, sending pieces of glass everywhere as Jasmine's head hit the steering wheel. The steering column was crushed, pinning Jasmine's legs in place. She laid among the glass and metal, unable to move, with blood trickling down her forehead. She moved her eyes to look up the lane and saw the flaming doctor walking down the gravel. Suddenly, the trail of gasoline burst into flames. Jasmine's eyes widened as the flame got closer until it reached the SUV, which exploded into a huge fireball, engulfing Jasmine.

one last part, i'll put it up tomorrow

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