Marshall Asylum  -

       As I pace the messy empty halls of the wretched building that once held my aunt Kathie the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. Scattered papers of files lying on the cold damp ground spreaded throughout the building. Many stories had been told about this place, the horrifying acts that were peformed here . Since 1990 Marshall Asylum has housed majority of the states most mentally insane and most disturbing killers. Aunt Kathie was here for awhile but she first arrived in 2000 when assumed the serial killer of our 9 siblings . Aunt Kathie insane (?) not compared to most of the souls that are free roaming these halls this very minute.

                 You would begin to think I'm inside this aweful hospital do to the interest in my aunt yet that's almost far from it. Four of my friends are outside still waiting for my return on the corridor. The story that goes with Marshall Asylum is that once your checked in your soul never checks out. I can hear the rain breaking the chilling silence around  me with thunder rumbling in the sky and lightning occasionally luminating the empty rooms that were more like cells you would find in a prison. Everyday the patients were torchered I remember aunt Kathie before she was accused of such crimes accused of taking a axe to the bodys of her own family members I thought back to the women I loved and knew , the one thats wasn't capible of such dispicable actions. Still I'm here roaming these halls  catching gimpses of words on the old crumbly sheets of paper listing aweful acts of past patients that adds to my uneasiness. Graffitti covers the walls stating several disturbing things and I can't bare to read another word. I'm already on the fourth floor and I'm beginning to think I'm not alone in this hospital. The fourth floor wasn't like no other , it smelled as if a thousand dead bodies were inside the moldy white walls that framed this hospital as if it was built out of human bones. I reached room 276 and I here a giggle come from the right side of the hall . Fear fills me with the thought it may come from exactly what I'm looking for. My fear subsides just enough that I manage to ask "who's there?" no reply only the echo of my own voice that sent chills up my spine along with million thoughts starting with "what if" .

             A cold breeze blows papers around as I decide to enter room 276 curious of why is it the only open door  on this floor so far. Almost as soon as I enter the door slams behind me causeing remaining papers to fly . A empty bed sits in the left corner and a old desk is to the right of me with a stack of papers and a old picture frame. The picture was of me, mom, dad, uncle Kevin, and aunt Kathie . Then it clickes to me it all starts to make since this is Kathie's room and she knows I'm in here , but still it confuses me of why did she keep a photograph of all of us after she killed them. Was aunt Kathie falsely accused or is it a twisted act from her twisted mind? All of this cannot be happening. My friends had to have set this up. Kathie isn't messing with me. It has to be Katelynn , " Ha!Ha! very funny jokes over, you really got me, now let's go home Katelynn" no response " Katelynn open the door lets go home" I yelled angerly though the door didn't budge. If katelynn isn't behind this door then who is ? I cringe my teeth to the sound of an aweful scrapping sound on the other side of the hall slowly it got closer and closer. Impatient and full of fright I begin to yell for my friends . Suddenly the lights flicker, which has to be some hallucination. It can't be possible, this building hasn't had electricity for more than 12 years . I begin walking around the room knowing aunt Kathie suffered here and become depressed and scared.

         The scratching has finally stopped and thinking has become easier . Kathie died here with unfinished business and until she can seek revenge on whom she feels necessary, she will not leave. Kathie wasn't left a light to follow ,she was in the darkness.I found her file and I can't bring myself to read one bit of it not even a single word. Even if I wanted I couldn't possibly make out the words on the old crumbly papers. I still can't positively say for a fact aunt Kathie is the killer I ask myself if it's possible she is also a Cromwell victum or am I the last Cromwell on her list. I hear footsteps aproach the steal door and silence surround me as the darkness sufficated me filling the messy room. Something or someone approaches me from behind  I can feel them breathing on neck. I clear my throat and try to scream but my voice only cracks and squeeks as if I had no vocal cords. As soon as I go to run, a cold hand grasps  my arm so tight and I can't break free. Long sharp nails dig into my skin and before  I can look I get pulled away from the door into another room as a creepy and chilling voice whispers close to my ear "your next".