Asylum's blog: "Story time"

Running through the stark white halls of the Asylum, the sickly sweet scent of blood clanged to the air. Stumbling across the blood-splattered door jams while hearing the sorrowful screams of pain and agony. Upon entering the corridor, droplets of blood scattered on the white tiled floors. As we played through-out the hallways slipping and sliding amongst the bloody floors falling to the ground becoming covered in blood from head to toe. Upon getting up from our bloody slip-n-slide, we turn our attention to a door down another hallway. Looking upon the door on a closer inspection the door appeared to be moving in a wave like motion.  Peering at one another trying to decide if we should touch the door or open it to find out what is going to appear on the other side. Finally a choice comes up with an approving answer with our minds. We opened the door widely taking a glance we come to find that it led us to an unknown place that doesn’t even seem natural. Before us is a world of nothing but death. In the distance we see mountains covered in flesh and bone as if it were snow, fields upon fields of dead grass hiding bones amongst it, rivers of blood, and so much more to be seen. The Sky was dark as can be no light nothing just the blackness.Looking at one another they say

"I don't think we are supposed to be here we better go back to the asylum now."

Turning back towards where the door once stood now is gone into the abyss. Standing in the darkness whispers of voices start to become more apparent to our hearing. Not being able to make out what they are saying one of us had asked

"Why are we stuck here? What did we do to be stuck here?"

The whispers came again in a language that has never been heard or documented anywhere. Looking up into the darkest sky we have ever seen from where we were just played in the asylum being able to see a moon, stars, and hearing the unknown whispers. Beginning to run away from the whispers hoping they will fade away into the emptiness around, but in every direction they ran the whispers become louder and louder becoming so loud they could not hear the stomping of their own feet on the ground. As they continued to around the bone fields crushing skulls, cracking limbs they came upon other various bones that appeared to be human remain, and yet they were not totally sure if it really was or not. Beginning to question where we were again. As we analyze our own questions over and over again a human shaped figure begins to approach us the question are being answered.

"You are here for a reason... that reason is to survive the fear of the unknown."

The figure replies.

"You are also here do to your own ignorance to fail to realize all that blood you both were playing around in belonged to you."

The two begin to look at each other whispering softly.

“Do you really think that this thing it’s telling use the actual truth that we are dead?”

“No I think that he is completely lying to us because we have to be just sleeping or something.”

Suddenly there was dead silence not a single whisper sound of bones cracking or crushing could be heard throughout the realm. We turned back towards where the human shaped figure had once been, but there was nothing in sight just to foot prints where it had stood.

“We should find some kind of shelter if we are really going to be stuck out here because we really have no idea of what can possibly happen.”

“Yea you are probably right that would be really smart of us.”

The two began to walk towards the forest they had seen when they first came to the unknown realm. Getting closer and closer to the forest they realized that the forest was more bloody and gloomy than the field of skulls, bones and flesh. The forest bark was very unusual to them indeed because it appeared to be as if it were moving like giving off a beat similar to a heart. One of them reaches for the tree to feel it and find out why it beating as if it was a heart. Placing their hands on the tree, their fingers curled to its contour as to find a good sense for it. As the tree pulsated against their hands they hesitate and pull away from it. The fact the tree was beating similar to a heart freaked them out. Their first instinct was to run either further into the blood stained beating forest or away back into the horrid field.

“What the hell do we do? Those trees are really starting to freak me out with how they are just beating.”

“I know how you feel. How the hell can a tree beat like our hearts?”

They paused in silence as they tried to think it over. A pounding sensation from the trees began to desecrate through their ears resonating into their skulls making it feel as they had a vibrating sensation. After a few minutes the desecrating sound was slowly disappearing from their skulls. Peering into the darkness of the sky in the distance there was the visual signs of a violent thunderstorm brewing up.

“Um if that storm is heading this way we better find shelter fast.”

“Yeah I would have to agree with you because that storm does not look to friendly.”

The flashes of lightening filled the entire region with its dark colors of red and gold. As the lighting filed the air so did the boisterous crash of thunder. The thunder was so loud the ground beneath would shake. Before two of them even realized it was a bit too late the violent storm they had seen in the distance was no directly over them. The lightening now was even brighter than it was before; in fact it was more blinding now. The sound of thunder was also more intense it became so loud you could not even hear each other talk. As the thunderstorm became extremely violent the two of them stumbled upon what appeared to be a shack of some short. Opening the door slowly to make sure the shack type thing was clear of creatures or anything that could result in death; they entered and saw nothing.

“We finally have shelter now. I was beginning to think we would never would.”

“No kidding I was thinking we were going to be stuck in that hellish thunderstorm.”

“Wait a minute. There is something odd bout this shack.”“What do you mean by that?”

“Well out there in that thunderstorm I couldn’t hear a single word you said until now.”

“You’re right I couldn’t even hear myself think.”

As they pounder why it was they can hear each other inside the shack but not outside. They began to search around the shack to find out what was keeping out all the sounds of that hellish thunderstorm was just padding stapled to the walls. Looking closer at the padding on the walls it really wasn’t padding at all it really was layers of flesh. The flesh padding didn’t have a foul aroma that of a usual rotting corpse it was more inviting. As they peered out the windows of the shack they had noticed it had started to rain, but this rain was no ordinary rain it had the color and contrast that resembled blood as if was just dripping out of a body…