Asylum

There I was, sitting alone in my house. No one home except me, my parents had left for a vacations which they only go on, they have never taken me on a vacation. They always take my perfect brother Vance. They always leave me, the totally imperfect, klutzy, me, Abagale.

I have always been afraid of my room. This house is massive, nut they give me the biggest darkest and coldest room. The cellar. Yes, they store me away in this house. They treat me like a stray dog.

But there was something different about tonight. Something different in the way the twilight lurked. Something different in the way moonlight danced in my room. I could tell there was something wrong with this picture.

So I went outside. I saw the horses and the rolling hills. I had always loved living out of the city. But enough of that. This country out here, has never felt so creepy, so scary. There was just something weird about tonight.

I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. But I went inside, nothing had changed. //“Am I insane?”// I pondered for a while. “//No. I can’t be insane. There’s nothing in my head.”// For now I will close my eyes, and sleep.

I woke up at around three in the morning. An owl, with great big blue eyes, was staring at me. Starring into my soul, looking for my secrets. For a while my imagination raced and my heart skipped, sweat dripped down my brow. I have never been so scared before. I screamed. Why? Well of course, someone was knocking at my door. The knocking continued until about five in the morning.

I finally answered the door. I got the nerve. Shacking with fear, I walked up the winding staircase, much like the one you would think Cinderella would walk up. But I’m no Cinderella. Nor will I ever be.

I can’t exactly remember what happened after I answered the door. All I can remember was the owl, bigger than I had ever seen; fly into the house with a massive light behind it. I woke up on the roof. Like something flew me up there. I trembled with fear. Huge swings of wind came flying at me almost knocking me off my feet.

When I finally got down, I did my chores just like the sheet instructed me. Feed the horses, clean the house, Milk the cows, get the eggs, check the animal food, and water the field.

The last chore is my least favorite. It requires strength and wanting to get very wet and dirty. What you do is turn on the huge sprinklers, that’s the strength part, and the wet and dirty part is when you run around the field chasing out rodents. But the part that scares me is the fact that I believe in aliens and ghosts. So, in our field I’m afraid that I will come across a crop circle. I believe in aliens so why not crop circles?

Again, I suddenly woke up the roof. Why is this happening? How could this happen? I don’t sleep walk, or anything. Now I have to figure out what is happening to me.

I am going to set up a voice recorder that my brother has, and video cameras that my parents have. I’ll set up recorder in my room, and the cameras at the door, my room, field and roof.

I’m going to go to sleep and watch the footage in the morning. This has been very scary so I’m nervous. Again, I woke up on the roof. YES! I thought to myself, I probably got some footage! I’m still nervous, ok first camera. My room. First few minutes nothing changed. Half hour later I heard a squeak, like someone opening a door. Time flies, nothing happens for a few hours. BAM!!! Out of nowhere a freak, scary looking thing, starring at the camera, It had pale white skin, one black beady eye, and a smashed nose. I personally think it looks like a creature off of the //Descent.// According to the tape it looks like it appeared from the ground. So that kind of explains something, but not how I ended on the roof! Now onto the other cameras.

I’m furious! Something had blocked out the other cameras! All of the footage I could have caught was undetected! But wait! I had a camera on the roof! I had to have gotten footage!

One hour of film roles past, nothing, two, three, then four, five six, eventually seven hours role past and I was confused. I paused the tape to think. I sleep about nine hours. What hasn’t anything happened? I studied the frozen frame. There was nothing there! But was I wrong? Oh yeah! Totally wrong! There was a HAND on the roof! Someone or something’s hand was on the roof! I had to un-pause the tape now! All of a sudden I thought. But nothing… The clouds suddenly came into view and BAM! The body was thrown onto the roof! I did nothing, not even breathing could be heard, movement? None. I again paused the tape panting. I checked my legs and arms for wounds. There was something. It looked like something clawed me and like I had a rash. I was shaking; nothing had ever scared me so much! //“I need to keep watching! I need to see where the scratches are from!”// So I did just that, I un-paused the tape and an entire “fleet” of creatures crawled up onto the roof, literally crawled. My body started to spaz out and you could hear me screaming. “NOOOOO! PLEASE STOP!! I’M SCARED!” You could hear my voice breaking and sobbing. “Please! What did I do!?”

One creature threw its head back, looked into the dark sky and let out a glass shattering shriek. I turned off the TV. Huge tears rolled down my face. Totally terrified of where I was. I needed to see where the creatures could have come from. The library might have information on my house. Yes, the library is where I need to go.

“Hello!” A friendly face called when I walked into the library. “Welcome to the Boston library! How can I help you?”

“I need to look up the history of my house.” I tried to stammer out, startled “Can you help me?”

“Why of course! That’s my job. My name is Annabelle.”

“oh, um thanks Annabelle, my name is Abagale.”

“Not a problem! So where is your house located?”

“Up on Transi Hill……”

Annabelle’s face dropped, She cut me off and she had a terrified look in her eyes. “ You live in the Transi Hill Asylum?” She managed to choke out. “Your avenging Abagale?”

“WHAT?! AN ASYLUM? AVENGING ABAGALE?! WHAT?!”

“You didn’t know about all of this? Abagale? Hello? Where have YOU been?!?!” “Obviously not here!!”

She looked scared; she backed off, then slowly came back, led me over to all of the old dusty books and said “I will help you, I swear.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” I hissed.

“I will tell you everything.”

“Well start talking!”

She pulled this massive book off the shelf, blew off the dust, and opened to chapter six: THE DEAD OF THE HOUSE. So I started reading. “The owners instructed to workers to throw the patients in the cellar. (//my “room” I thought)// the workers were then instructed to keep them there until one week had passed then they would throw the bodies into a huge area under the house through a trap door in the left corner of the cellar… The bodies were never claimed to be dead. . .”

I threw the book to the ground. How could this happen?

I think Annabelle could notice I was shocked. So she said. “I have my own house out of the city, really, really far. I know you hate your parents and they hate you. Come live with me. I feel your pain. I really do.”

Sounds good. My parents wouldn’t care, the creatures would get them, not me! “Ok, I’m in, but can we stop at my house to grab a few things?”

“Of course.”

We drove to my house in dead silence. I unlocked the door, and we walked to my room, where the trap door was clearly visible. I shivered at the sight.

Suddenly, Annabelle, faster than I could possibly react, grabbed me from behind, tied me up, opened the trap door, grabbed me and pushed me down.

I was screaming at the top of my lungs, a blood curdling scream. Only a mad person would ever want to make someone do that shriek. While I was screaming and falling, I thought to myself, //No one will care that I’m here; no one will try to rescue me. No one will care that I’m gone.// I fell at least 50 feet down. But in the midst of it all, I could hear Annabelle laughing hysterically and screaming, “NOW! YOUR FAMILY WILL SEE THE PAIN MY FAMILY WAS PUT THROUGH! NOW! I TELL YOU, NOW! MY FAMILY WAS ANYTHING BUT CRAZY! HA!”

She spit down onto me. I know I would die here. Just like that I heard the trap door slam. Just like that, I knew that this was, My End.