Taking A Look At Thorncliffe Asylum

A murderous stench possessed Thorncliffe Asylum, trepidation suffused the asylum dwellers. A vile killer remained at large and claimed five victims already.
Torrents of rain poured down furiously like bullets, accompanied by howling winds. Harkness floundered along the stone path in his black derby shoes, struggling to resist the wind that is desperately trying to knock him off balance. He glanced up at the beautiful building made of polished white marble, towering over him as if in an attempt to intimidate him. He trudged up the Everest of steps, admiring the ferocious marble gargoyles that were next to the tarnished wooden door. He turned the golden doorknob of the entrance to reveal a lavish reception. An army of exquisite paintings invaded
I’ve been informed you’re here to investigate the recent murder that took place.”
“That’s right. I’m aware there is a missing patient, how long has he been missing?” Harkness replied.
“Patient 50 has been missing since the killings started about a month ago. I’ll lead you to the crime scene now.” She told him.
Harkness sauntered along the eerie hallway, unfazed by the moans of the insane that echoed around the corridor.
“We’ve arrived, room 26.” The nun declared.
As Sister Abigail steadily opened the thick metal door, it revealed a drab concrete room. The walls painted with blood and the body lay there on the floor, dismembered. As Harkness came closer to the body, the odour became more appalling. He inspected the body delicately, as he stuck his hand down the vile throat of the deceased, he felt a large rough object that have been shoved down. He snatched it out and found a note tied to it.
‘3’.
“What do you think it means?” Sister Abigail inquired.
“It might be a room number, who resides in cell 3?”
“Peters, I’ll lead you to him” Sister Jude yelled with excitement, the prospect of finding the killer spirals in her
Speaking in a soft tone, Harkness introduced himself.
“Hello, I’m Detective Harkness, may I ask you a few questions?”
The scrawny old man turned his head slowly and stared at Harkness with eyes like daggers.
“I’ve been anticipating your visit, Harkness.” He muttered.
Harkness’ hands were sweaty, he was slightly shaking uncontrollably, he was nervous. Thoughts raced around his head, could he be the killer?
“We found this note inside one of the dead bodies. Are these killings got anything to do with you?” Harkness asked firmly.
Ignoring Harkness’ question, Peters pointed at Harkness with his frail hands and smirked.
“You think you’re in control, don’t you?”
“Can you tell us where patient 50 is?” Harkness shouted pathetically, trying to stamp his authority on him but his attempt failed. Peters gazed at the floor and snarled.
“Harkness is going to die.”
“Please tell me anything I can use to stop this.” Harkness pled.
He neglected Harkness but just as he was about to exit, the man uttered the