In the summer of 1987 a hospital in Tenessee was the scene of an extremely hostile takeover. A single patient, who was almost healthy enough for assisted release, went rogue and turned the facility into his own project. He held hostage a young girl, daughter to an employee, in a room for two weeks as he orchestrated an experiment that left over a hundred people dead in what the press is calling, "Una Sel del Peon Humano" a sign from the human pawn.
He was eventually murdered by the young girl by means of a jewelry box. How she managed that one, no one could explain. The police said that when they found her a single word was written on the floor in his blood, "Deseo"
She herself was admitted less than a month later for manic delusion. For her sake the company bought out new options. It's winter 2021. Big Time Rush has just had a big comeback concert in New York City and have spent the last month vacationing in a small town called Gatlinburg. The entire cast had been staying in a cabin a mile outside of the town. They're set to leave at the end of the week.
The town is quiet now. The sun has gone down. All those who accidentally got drunk on moonshine have made their way, lazily back to their hotel rooms. Only the streetlights down the length of the strip light up this edge of the interstate's Forrest central.
Somewhere east of town...
The pipes leaked. The floor was covered in puddles. Mold was sprouting on the walls.
The lights beckon and flicker. The screams can be heard out in the lobby of the abandoned mental hospital. There's a set of keys resting on the wooden table beside a stack of magazines with the faces scratched out of the covers. A bloody leather jacket hangs over one of the chairs.
Headbeams cut through the glass of the doors as turn away after gliding across the metal of useless equipment. Dead defibrillators, rolling beds, and waist high tables scatter the lobby leading out into a bending corridor to the left.
After a few moments the front door swings open and the sound of rain floods the corridor. When Lucy stones shoes squeak across the slick floors silence falls over the building.
She holds up her phone where the text message Logan sent her an hour ago can be read at the top of the screen; "101 Bleupon Street. 22 minutes." followed by all of her concerned responses that went unanswered. Why the Hell would he have wanted to meet her here of all places?
She looks around at the hollow shell the psychiatric ward patients of Wentwood Asylum used to call home. The new location kept the name. The old location is said to have kept the ghosts.
While Lucy doesn't believe in ghosts she does believe in energy. The kind here is very negative and icy cold. She shutters as she worries about what has been holding onto Logan for so long.
Images of his stress flash over her eyes. His pale features growing shadowy by the day. His fingers how they coil. The refusal to be touched by anyone. He's been slipping away. But why?
There's no time to answer this question as the lights have her. She spins just in time to see a person sitting in the drivers seat of a uhaul as the thing slams into the entrance tipping over and sending glass flying all around her. She is thrown backwards against the wall and slides down nursing a head injury with nothing but her fingers.
Beside her she sees a young man bound and gagged lying mangled on the floor. This was the person behind the wheel. This person was her friend. Before she blacks out on the floor of the lobby her mouth utters the name, "Kendall." He'd been thrown through the windshield and rolled out across the floor like a new carpet.
In the light of the corridor to the left steps out a gentleman wearing a doctors uniform. Hands folded neatly behind his back. Face hidden by the mask. This is Logan Henderson and there's an incoming trauma in his hospital.