Insane Asylum
The attic. It holds memories and keepsakes... And horrors alike. Some things are best left forgotten, right? Maybe this is the only safe place in this place. Or is safety just a figment of your imagination at Green Hills Insane Asylum?
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"It looks like an attic or storage room." Monica chimed weakly. It was just then that Rachel realized how bad Monica looked.
"Oh, Mon, are you ok?" Rachel asked. Monica nodded solemnly.
"This place gives me the creeps." Joey said shuddering. Everyone nodded in agreement. Everyone heard the crying.
The room grew cold.
"Oh, fuck..." Chandler whispered.
"Not again...." Rachel pleaded.
Creaking echoed towards the group.
"No..." Chandler said. "Where's Ayden?" The panic stricken group looked around to discover Ayden's absence.
In one moment, boxes flew open. Doors slammed. Windows opened and closed. Everyone tightened up into a clump, moving together.
"What's going on?" Ross shouted to Phoebe over the noise. Phoebe saw him. In the doorway, a little boy stood crying. Phoebe reached out to him, but she saw the demon come up behind the boy and pull him near. Phoebe screamed.
"Help him!" She yelled as she ran towards the door. Everyone grabbed her and pulled her back.
"Don't go Phoebe!" They all shouted in different ways.
"He's killing him!" Phoebe screamed. That was when Phoebe realized it. No one else could see the demon at this moment. And that's when she realized the truth. The demon wanted her. "Stop! Just stop!" Phoebe screamed loudly. Phoebe fell to the ground as she watched the little boy's lifeless body being dragged away, and the wind stopped.
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"Did she say anything about what she saw?" Rachel asked Chandler as he approached them.
"She-she couldn't." Chandler sighed. Everyone looked at Phoebe. She was shaking.
"I want a moment with her." Joey said, walking into the room. Joey walked over to her and kneeled down beside her.
"Pheebs?" He asked in a comforting tone. Phoebe continued to shake; she didn't seem to have any reaction. "Phoebe." He said louder. Phoebe's eyes slowly met his. In one swift movement, she pressed her lips to his. Joey pulled away quickly, not feeling too good about kissing anyone after his incident.
"What was that for?" He asked.
"I might not make it out of here. I don't want things left undone." She said in a panicky tone. The tone made Joey's stomach jump, feeling the reality of the situation set in. This wasn't a movie.
"Don't talk like that, Pheebs. We only have a few more hours. We'll get you out of here. Don't worry."
"No." Phoebe whispered, smiling. "He wants me."
"He wants Ayden." Joey said sternly. "Ayden was the one who did all of that horrible stuff to him." Phoebe felt tears forming in her eyes.
"His name isn't Charles Wickers." Phoebe cried lightly. Joey backed away from her slightly. "It's Charles Buffay."
"What do you mean?" Joey asked. He knew this going to be a story worth paying attention to. Phoebe leaned her head against the wall.
"Ursula and I had a little brother. Only 6 years younger. He was Lily's son, not Phoebe Sr.'s. When my mom died, each of us handled it in our own ways. Ursula tuned my brother and I out. Charles, however, he became weird." She said in a daze. "He would cut himself. He would scream. We were never separated in the few foster homes we went to. Finally, he and I ran away." Phoebe felt the tears roll down her cheeks.
"What does this mean?" Joey asked.
"I couldn't take care of myself, let alone my brother." Phoebe defended. "I checked him into an Insane Asylum. I thought he would be taken care of. I was only 15. I didn't know that he wasn't crazy!" Phoebe said loudly.
"Was he the little boy who was being grabbed by the demon you saw?" Joey asked. Phoebe shook her head.
"He was both."
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Everyone huddled together in a group. Chandler had the duty with Joey to stay awake. Sadly, Joey had just drifted off. Chandler was left alone to wonder. Alone to hear the creaking and the noises of the old building.
"Where's my sister?" A voice echoed. Chandler couldn't pass it off. He knew he'd heard it.
"I-I don't know." Chandler said quietly. The little boy, maybe eight, appeared in the doorway. He looked to innocent, and scared.
"I can't find my sister. Is she coming back for me?" He asked. Chandler stood up, his knees knocking together.
"I don't know." He said louder. The little boy gestured for Chandler to follow. Chandler was mesmerized, and followed. A bit of Chandler was curious. The rest of him couldn't help himself. He wanted to stop, but couldn't. He wanted to yell, but couldn't. He didn't know where he was going.
Chandler entered a greenhouse type room. A conservatory. There was fog all around him. He couldn't see in front of his own face.
"H-hello?" He called. There was nothing but silence. Silence..................................................................... ............................................................................ .......................Crack.
Chandler jumped.
"Who is that? Who's there?" He asked. The vines curled around Chandler's ankles. "Show yourself!" Chandler yelled. With a quick jolt, the vines whipped to the right and Chandler fell to his back. More vines enveloped him, holding in to the moist ground. "HELP! HELP ME!" Chandler screamed. He heard the doors shut. He heard the banging from the other side. His friends trying to get in to him. The demon stood over him. Blood feel from the demon's mouth to Chandler's cheek, siding down.
"Where's my sister? Doesn't she love me?" The demon growled. Chandler began to breathe heavily.
"I don't know your sister! Who is she?!" he screamed. The doors were pried open, and the other 5 piled in. slowly, fog began to disappear, and the vines turned into weeds. Chandler was left unharmed, but full of questions.
"Chandler! Are you alright!?" Monica screamed. She seemed to dismiss her aching as she ran to him. Chandler was able to sit up, and the two embraced. The others were too frightened to notice the more than friendly gesture.
"I'm fine! I know what the demon wants!" Chandler said triumphantly. Phoebe nodded.
"So do I."
They all looked at her.
"You're-?" Chandler asked. Phoebe nodded.
"I'm his sister."
XOXOElizabethXOXO
The attic. It holds memories and keepsakes... And horrors alike. Some things are best left forgotten, right? Maybe this is the only safe place in this place. Or is safety just a figment of your imagination at Green Hills Insane Asylum?
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"It looks like an attic or storage room." Monica chimed weakly. It was just then that Rachel realized how bad Monica looked.
"Oh, Mon, are you ok?" Rachel asked. Monica nodded solemnly.
"This place gives me the creeps." Joey said shuddering. Everyone nodded in agreement. Everyone heard the crying.
The room grew cold.
"Oh, fuck..." Chandler whispered.
"Not again...." Rachel pleaded.
Creaking echoed towards the group.
"No..." Chandler said. "Where's Ayden?" The panic stricken group looked around to discover Ayden's absence.
In one moment, boxes flew open. Doors slammed. Windows opened and closed. Everyone tightened up into a clump, moving together.
"What's going on?" Ross shouted to Phoebe over the noise. Phoebe saw him. In the doorway, a little boy stood crying. Phoebe reached out to him, but she saw the demon come up behind the boy and pull him near. Phoebe screamed.
"Help him!" She yelled as she ran towards the door. Everyone grabbed her and pulled her back.
"Don't go Phoebe!" They all shouted in different ways.
"He's killing him!" Phoebe screamed. That was when Phoebe realized it. No one else could see the demon at this moment. And that's when she realized the truth. The demon wanted her. "Stop! Just stop!" Phoebe screamed loudly. Phoebe fell to the ground as she watched the little boy's lifeless body being dragged away, and the wind stopped.
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"Did she say anything about what she saw?" Rachel asked Chandler as he approached them.
"She-she couldn't." Chandler sighed. Everyone looked at Phoebe. She was shaking.
"I want a moment with her." Joey said, walking into the room. Joey walked over to her and kneeled down beside her.
"Pheebs?" He asked in a comforting tone. Phoebe continued to shake; she didn't seem to have any reaction. "Phoebe." He said louder. Phoebe's eyes slowly met his. In one swift movement, she pressed her lips to his. Joey pulled away quickly, not feeling too good about kissing anyone after his incident.
"What was that for?" He asked.
"I might not make it out of here. I don't want things left undone." She said in a panicky tone. The tone made Joey's stomach jump, feeling the reality of the situation set in. This wasn't a movie.
"Don't talk like that, Pheebs. We only have a few more hours. We'll get you out of here. Don't worry."
"No." Phoebe whispered, smiling. "He wants me."
"He wants Ayden." Joey said sternly. "Ayden was the one who did all of that horrible stuff to him." Phoebe felt tears forming in her eyes.
"His name isn't Charles Wickers." Phoebe cried lightly. Joey backed away from her slightly. "It's Charles Buffay."
"What do you mean?" Joey asked. He knew this going to be a story worth paying attention to. Phoebe leaned her head against the wall.
"Ursula and I had a little brother. Only 6 years younger. He was Lily's son, not Phoebe Sr.'s. When my mom died, each of us handled it in our own ways. Ursula tuned my brother and I out. Charles, however, he became weird." She said in a daze. "He would cut himself. He would scream. We were never separated in the few foster homes we went to. Finally, he and I ran away." Phoebe felt the tears roll down her cheeks.
"What does this mean?" Joey asked.
"I couldn't take care of myself, let alone my brother." Phoebe defended. "I checked him into an Insane Asylum. I thought he would be taken care of. I was only 15. I didn't know that he wasn't crazy!" Phoebe said loudly.
"Was he the little boy who was being grabbed by the demon you saw?" Joey asked. Phoebe shook her head.
"He was both."
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Everyone huddled together in a group. Chandler had the duty with Joey to stay awake. Sadly, Joey had just drifted off. Chandler was left alone to wonder. Alone to hear the creaking and the noises of the old building.
"Where's my sister?" A voice echoed. Chandler couldn't pass it off. He knew he'd heard it.
"I-I don't know." Chandler said quietly. The little boy, maybe eight, appeared in the doorway. He looked to innocent, and scared.
"I can't find my sister. Is she coming back for me?" He asked. Chandler stood up, his knees knocking together.
"I don't know." He said louder. The little boy gestured for Chandler to follow. Chandler was mesmerized, and followed. A bit of Chandler was curious. The rest of him couldn't help himself. He wanted to stop, but couldn't. He wanted to yell, but couldn't. He didn't know where he was going.
Chandler entered a greenhouse type room. A conservatory. There was fog all around him. He couldn't see in front of his own face.
"H-hello?" He called. There was nothing but silence. Silence..................................................................... ............................................................................ .......................Crack.
Chandler jumped.
"Who is that? Who's there?" He asked. The vines curled around Chandler's ankles. "Show yourself!" Chandler yelled. With a quick jolt, the vines whipped to the right and Chandler fell to his back. More vines enveloped him, holding in to the moist ground. "HELP! HELP ME!" Chandler screamed. He heard the doors shut. He heard the banging from the other side. His friends trying to get in to him. The demon stood over him. Blood feel from the demon's mouth to Chandler's cheek, siding down.
"Where's my sister? Doesn't she love me?" The demon growled. Chandler began to breathe heavily.
"I don't know your sister! Who is she?!" he screamed. The doors were pried open, and the other 5 piled in. slowly, fog began to disappear, and the vines turned into weeds. Chandler was left unharmed, but full of questions.
"Chandler! Are you alright!?" Monica screamed. She seemed to dismiss her aching as she ran to him. Chandler was able to sit up, and the two embraced. The others were too frightened to notice the more than friendly gesture.
"I'm fine! I know what the demon wants!" Chandler said triumphantly. Phoebe nodded.
"So do I."
They all looked at her.
"You're-?" Chandler asked. Phoebe nodded.
"I'm his sister."
XOXOElizabethXOXO