This Fanfic is based off of www. hauntedhospitals. com by Sythe the Wicked. It is recomended that you read that first.

31st of October, 1999

An autumn dampness had set in and an eerie fog was creeping across the ground. It was by no means cold enough to warrant anything more than a windbreaker, but even so, Daniel Parke was shivering. When he had agreed to spend the night at the old insane asylum it had been July, and from the outside the dilapidated stone building had been less than scary-looking. The windows had been broken, sure, and several of the ancient window bars had been corroded away, but for the most part the old stone building had looked nicely unthreatening. Well worth a fifty dollar bet that he couldn't spend the whole night.

"Well, are we going in or what?" Jess, his girlfriend complained. She was only there to show him up of course, she certainly wasn't as scared as he was of the place. Jess looked at him with a mischievous smile. "You're not scared, are you?" she asked. Daniel stood there, shivering as before. He didn't answer. "Aww come on, Daniel, nobody's ever been hurt in the Melgrove Asylum." She teased him.

"Try telling that to Bryce." He replied coolly. Bryce Kern had gone into the asylum on a dare three years ago to the day. So the legend went; he was never seen again.

"Bryce moved to Arizona, Daniel. His friends thought it would be a good sendoff to make it seem like he died in there." Jess corrected him smugly. Daniel wasn't sure he could trust himself to speak.

"Let's just get in there then?" he forced out, reaching down to pick up a small backpack of supplies that Jess had packed for them. He looked over at her, primarily for reassurance. She had a sleeping bag under each arm. "Are you sure you want to do this, Jess?" Daniel made one last attempt to wriggle out of the bargain. If it was Jess who didn't want to, there was no way the boys could hold it against him for very long.

"Me?" Jess laughed. "Are you sure?" Daniel faltered, looking sheepishly back at his girlfriend. She nodded at the front door encouragingly. Daniel gulped.

30th October, 1934

The TARDIS materialized unnoticed in a small forest. She shook herself a bit, settling into the new surroundings, doing checks she had been programmed to do, but knowing that the Doctor would probably ignore their findings. It wasn't as if he hadn't been to the planet before.

He was the first person out, as per the usual; taking in the cool autumn day like he meant to be there. He felt the crunch of dead leaves under his Converse, smelled the crisp, musty smell of fall, and looked as if there was no place in the known Universe he would rather be. Martha came out slightly more cautiously, as though waiting for something to attack. When nothing did, she eased herself out and looked around.

"Smell that!" The Doctor cried. "Dying maple photosensitive cells and campfire smoke, it must be. We've landed in autumn in New England, I think; yes, Massachusetts, definitely Massachusetts!" He paused. "Ooh, a few more days and this tree will be absolutely gorgeous." He pointed at one of the Maples. Martha looked around them. It was Earth, certainly, a little disappointing to be perfectly honest. And a little scary, though she had no idea why it would be. She shivered a bit involuntarily, something the Doctor didn't notice. He was still busy admiring the trees.

"Doctor, when are we, do you think?" she asked hesitantly. The Doctor looked around for a few moments, breathed in, picked up some dirt.

"1930's, or sometime around then." He looked at his watch. "Ah, so close, 1934." He set off walking in what Martha thought was no particular direction. "Come on, let's find some civilization!" She followed.

About ten minutes later, The Doctor stopped abruptly. Martha, who was boredly admiring some leaves overhead, nearly crashed into him.

"What is it?" She asked.

"Dunno, I thought I heard someone scream." Martha listened hard, but she couldn't hear anything.

"Are they still screaming, or did they stop?" she asked him when she was sure the woods were quiet.

"They stopped, but it's weird, I don't really know how to explain…" He cut off, looking into the forest. "There it is again." He said. Martha hadn't heard a thing save for a rustling of the leaves overhead.

"I didn't hear it." Martha said. The Doctor seemed puzzled for a second and looked about to say something, but kept his mouth shut, listening intently to the nothing.

"This way, come on!" He pointed into the forest and began to run, presumably towards the screams he had heard. Martha followed out of instinct, but a few paces behind, still listening for a scream in the woods.

A few moments later they came upon a gravel road and the Doctor stopped suddenly again, scattering gravel as he skidded to a halt. The road was covered on both sides by the yellowy trees, and very thin, as though it were more a driveway than a road. There was barely room for one car and no shoulder to pull over on. The Doctor looked up and down the road. One end stretched into nothing, while the other had widened further down. The Doctor pointed to the widening end.

"That's where it's coming from, Martha!" and took off running again. This time Martha had trouble keeping up.

They ran until the woods ended, and indeed the road as well. Martha's guess that it had been a drive was apparently correct. There was a grand looking stone building, about five stories high, made of cream-colored sandstone and dark wrought iron at the end. Out to the right side the gravel drive ended in a car park and there were several vintage-looking cars in it. There she was, in 1930's USA again, and this time the place looked much richer and impressive.

"Ah, Dr. Riley, how good of you to come so soon!" Both Martha and the Doctor spun around to face the speaker, who seemed to be talking to the Doctor. He was a plump man, slightly balding but overall looking very happy to see them. He held out his hand for someone to shake it; The Doctor stepped forward.

"It's good to be here, Mr.…?" The Doctor said in his best 'Fishing for information' style.

"Ah, right, of course, we haven't met face-to-face yet have we? I'm Dr. Justin Miller, head of Psychiatrics here at Melgrove Mental Hospital. I'm the one who's been writing the letters. I thank you for coming of course, though we have to admit we weren't expecting you for another week, you'll understand if your rooms haven't been done up yet."

"Quite alright, we were able to move up the flight to yesterday, it was last minute for us as well." The Doctor said. It was always a wonder to Martha how he was able to lie so easily and yet be so believable. "Introductions! Of course, I'm the, er, Dr. Riley and this is Dr. Martha Jones, she's in training still, doing her psychiatrics rotation so I thought I'd bring her along for the ride." If Dr. Miller found anything strange about these statements he hid his surprise well. Then he pointed at the building behind them.

"Right this way then, we can set you up in a guest office while a nurse fixes your rooms, if that's alright. We'll give you the day to settle in and then we can get to work first thing tomorrow if you wish. Come on, right this way!" The Doctor and Martha followed him inside.

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