Something is running around in the halls at night. Something’s going through the walls at night. Something’s gonna grab your…
…and how does this make you feel, Garth? Dr Redwood cut him off.
Garth said nothing.
Does it scare you?
No, it doesn’t scare me. It doesn’t scare me at all. His eyes flickered around the room.
Why doesn’t it scare you, Garth? The doctor asked. Don’t you think it’s dangerous? The words came out slow and calm.
It’s dangerous, yes. Very dangerous. Not to me, he added. It’s not dangerous to me. He looked up and peered straight into Dr Redwood’s eyes. Dr redwood didn’t like the glow in them. Slowly he put his finger on the button below his desk.
It’s not me it’s after. It’s not after me at all.
And who is it after, Garth? A long pause. No answer. Is it after someone else?
Garth started giggling. Hihihihihihi… Is it after someone else…. Hihihihihi… He leaned over Dr Redwood’s desk. Someone…. Else….
Dr Redwood pushed the button. Three men dressed in white came running in.
No! Noooo! Garth tried to get away, but they grabbed him. Pushed him to the floor, strapped his hands behind his back.
I don’t want to go! No!
Dr Redwood sat for a while, looking at his paper, making a few notes. Paranoid delusions still the same, or worse. Diagnosis stays the same. A bit further up it said Schizophrenic Paranoid Disorder.
Life went on as usual in the old hospital, but soon other patients started talking about the monster as well.
It’s like an epidemic, said nurse Tracy. They’re all seeing the same things. No wonder, being locked up here for so long.
Well, most of them can’t really be running around in freedom either. The scissor-incident last week…. Carlton got up form the chair. Don’t worry, they’ll probably forget all about the monster soon enough.
He picked up the key set and left the room for the night round. Down the hallway he could hear Garth talking in his room.
Everything OK, Garth? He looked into the little window in the door. Garth was staring at the wall.
Everything’s fine… It’s not me she’s after.
Well, you should get some sleep. You’re keeping everyone awake.
OK, said Garth… I’ll go to sleep now. It’ s not me she’s after….
Carlton closed the hatch. Crazy fuck, he whispered to himself as he walked away, knowing Garth couldn’t hear him.
The lights went out. Now what…? He turned around and headed back towards the nurses’ office.
He heard footsteps behind him, further down the hall.
He could see something. Something moved slowly over the floor. A tall figure.
Who’s there?
It stopped. Turned it’s head. Two beady, red glowing eyes. Carlton wanted to say something, but his mouth got stuck half way open. The creature was coming towards him.
Tracy had just turned on the flash light when Carlton came falling in, slamming the door shut behind him.
A monster! A horrible creature! A… A ghost or something! It came straight at me!
Oh, my… He’s been working here for too long.
Come, sit down. Relax. There’s no such thing as ghosts, you should know that. It was probably just Garth running around.
No… Garth was in his room…. Everyone were in their rooms…
So, so… I’ll see if I can fix the light, it’s probably a blown fuse. She turned around. Something was there. The light from the torch lit up a bloodstained dress, black hair in front of the face. Tracy didn’t move. The dark creature lifted her head. Red staring eyes. Cuts all over.
Doctorrr… Redwoooooddddd…
The flash light fell out of Tracy’s hand. The lights came back on. She fainted and fell to the ground.
Tracy opened her eyes. Dr Redwood was sitting by her side. Carlton was holding her hand.
There we go, said the doctor. Now tell me what happened.
The look in her eyes… So much pain. So much hate… So much hate! so much hate…
What did this… creature look like.?
She was tall… had a dress on. Stained… She had scars all over her face. Wounds. Around the mouth and eyes. And she had some kind of necklace… An amulet with some stone. Tracy started crying. Oh, doctor, it was…
The look on Dr Redwood’s face made her stop. He said nothing, just staring at her with his eyes open. Hands shaking, sweat was running from his forehead.
Are you OK? Suddenly she seemed better off than him.
Er… yes! Ehem… Yes, I’m fine. S-so what did she do?
She… I remember now… She asked for you!
Lights out. Darkness. Someone laughing.
Dr Redwooooooddddd…. I’ve been searching for you…
Who’s there?
Laughter.
Rebecca? Rebecca, is that you? His voice was shaking, trembling.
It was all part of the treatment… I… I never meant to…
Treeeeaaatmmment… of rape… and torture….. The voice sounded amused.
Things got out of hand! He started crying. I’m sorry, Rebecca! I’m sorry!
Sssssoooo am I…. ‘Cause you’re coming with meeeeee… to the deep insanity beyond… Hahahaha….. Hahahahahaha….
The laughter echoed through the halls. They could hear the patients join in, one by one.
…hahhahahahahahHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HA HA!!!
Silence. The lights came on. Carlton and Tracy looked at each other, then at Dr Redwood.
He was staring into the air with a crazy grin on his face. A twisted, sinister face of madness.
Then he started screaming.
http://www.cchr.org/cchr-reports/psychiatric-rape/introduction.html
Haunting image! I’m glad there’s daylight and I’m going to work not an asylum. Great read.
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Thanks! It’s the longest post I’ve published in a long time. I was thinking of making longer and split it it two, but I prefer cutting thing down rather than adding stuff.
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Not me. Flash fiction is challenging to me. That’s why I like it but my flash is flaaaaassssh! Long. Working on it. Have a great afternoon. Short and poignant. It is a great post.
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haha – was about to say the same thing, Mel – Ask ficitonspawn, love this – did you do the artwork? 🙂
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Thank you. Yes, I illustrate all my stories.
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you’re very talented 🙂
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Wonderfully chilling horror story!
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Thanks!
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That was incredibly haunting. Great job.
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Thanks a lot. I gave myself the creeps writing it 😉
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Great story, and the art work really sets the mood.
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Thanks! I let out the pen I usually use at the end this time. I guess I wanted to keep the liquid ink impression.
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Sounds like Dr. Redwood was engaging in the same sort of psychiatric practices Nazi psychiatrists were performing on patients in mental hospitals during the days of the Third Reich.
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He has worked at the hospital for quite some years. Who knows where he got his inspiration from. Psychiatry has been horrorific in most countries, though. And it still is. There’s a documentary video in one of the links about something similar, not too long ago.
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Yes, psychiatry has been used for nefarious purposes in a lot of countries.
The Bosnian Serb military commander Radovan Karadzic guilty of numerous war crimes during the Bosnian Civil War of the 1990s had been a psychiatrist before the outbreak of the war.
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loved this!!!
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome!
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This flows well. Be sure to watch One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest (1975).
Minor typo: “Dr [R]edwood didn’t…”
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Thanks! Seen it, it”s spectacular. I’ve been writing “Carlton said” instead of “said Carlton” as you recommended, and it does sound better. Is that a rule in English? In Norwegian it would always be “said Carlton”.
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I think most fiction today is Subject verb; however, older fiction sometimes uses verb subject. I prefer subject verb.
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I was thinking that, that the Norwegian way was a bit old fashioned in English. I might still use it from time to time, but more consciously. Thanks!
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The key principle is to be consistent in each story. Dialogue tags should feel invisible to the reader. If you switch the order of subject verb, then verb subject, this can be jarring to the reader.
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True, consistency is indeed important.
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Thanks for telling me, I don’t know why that happened. Hmmm… Well, look for @fictionspawn and you’ll find me. I have quite a lot of activity there, lots of fun 😉
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its really horrifying.. but the words creating a real time image !
great post #Asylum
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Thank you for a heart warming comment, very happy it’s appreciated.
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Good for “Doctor” Redwood! He got what he deserved. I only hope his new life is worse off then death itself.
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I think it’s going to be quite unpleasant 😀
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Brilliant
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Thank you 🙂
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Love the illustration
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Thanks!
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I would like to sleep with your artwork, the writing is also good…
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Thanks! The illustration for The Voice in the Attic would probably be more interesting in such hence… To be true, I wouldn’t mind myself 😀
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I like your stuff!
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Thank you!
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