Desalle Insane Asylum: A Short Story
RUN!! It was a cold winter day in Wisconsin. Just a regular old day. I woke up made myself three eggs and a nice pot of charcoal black coffee. I was a thrill seeker. I sought out crazy and obscene events or places that would just drive me up a tree with excitement. I finished my breakfast and headed to the market to get some fresh vegetables and meat. Well when I got there I saw the regulars that set up shop. Except for one shop. I had never seen it before. It intrigued me with every second I looked at it. It had a red and white striped top with a black star on it.Very strange to see here. In big letters I read “Come one! Come all! Come visit the DeSalle Insane Asylum! Prepare for breathtaking experiences and a great time!” I was drawn in
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It was about that time to head over to the asylum. I was skeptical as to if this whole situation was real. I jumped into my car and drove down the long windy roads, until i came upon two humongous gates. On the gate was a crest of a needle injecting into a skull. This lead me to believe some pretty messed up surgeries or experiments went on in this sadistic place. The gates opened as I drove closer. The screeching shook my car. It seemed as if these gates hadn’t been opened in about one hundred years. The asylum was falling in on itself. This place had seen some things, unmentionable things. I parked my car and took a closer look at the asylum. I noticed that the sage was not here yet. So I wasn’t going to wait long, but i was going to give him a chance. Ten minutes go by and it seems that he is a no show. I decided to go ahead and head into the hellish building. I walked up to the door. I grabbed the handle. As soon as i touched the handle I was brought to the past. The sounds of crackling and the din of falling bodies and doors, the whistle and hiss of the flames, the deadly shouts of people, and the sight of the swaying knife, now gathering a thick coat of blood. I fell to my knees, as the vision ended. It took my breath away, but i wanted to keep going. I entered the asylum. I remembered a story my mom told me of a twelve year old boy who was diagnosed with schizophrenia apparently was also a pyromaniac. He would set small fires in his
It was about that time to head over to the asylum. I was skeptical as to if this whole situation was real. I jumped into my car and drove down the long windy roads, until i came upon two humongous gates. On the gate was a crest of a needle injecting into a skull. This lead me to believe some pretty messed up surgeries or experiments went on in this sadistic place. The gates opened as I drove closer. The screeching shook my car. It seemed as if these gates hadn’t been opened in about one hundred years. The asylum was falling in on itself. This place had seen some things, unmentionable things. I parked my car and took a closer look at the asylum. I noticed that the sage was not here yet. So I wasn’t going to wait long, but i was going to give him a chance. Ten minutes go by and it seems that he is a no show. I decided to go ahead and head into the hellish building. I walked up to the door. I grabbed the handle. As soon as i touched the handle I was brought to the past. The sounds of crackling and the din of falling bodies and doors, the whistle and hiss of the flames, the deadly shouts of people, and the sight of the swaying knife, now gathering a thick coat of blood. I fell to my knees, as the vision ended. It took my breath away, but i wanted to keep going. I entered the asylum. I remembered a story my mom told me of a twelve year old boy who was diagnosed with schizophrenia apparently was also a pyromaniac. He would set small fires in his