Short Story (6 entries): Infinite Insane Asylum

THE INFINITE INSANE ASYLUM​

• A story made by me: Shadow_Folf/Shadow_Riolu
• Has 6 entries
• Not a real thing, do not take this seriously
• Exceeded 10,000 character limit. Apologies for the double post.
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ENTRY 1
It was an average day for me. I went to school, hung out with friends, fooled around a bit, did some testing, etc. It was nothing more than a boring, average day. My name is Shadow… Or, at least, my nickname is. I was found on the streets with no family or no history behind me. I don’t remember my original name, and there were no documents about me. They didn’t give me an actual name because of my unusual eyes that appeared to don a crimson red pigment. Asides from that, I appeared to be a normal guy. I was 17 years old and the rest of my friends were 16 and 17 years old. They were really close friends to me. If it weren’t for them, I’d probably have just been left to live on the streets again anyways. One of them allowed me to stay with them until I was able to get a job and rent my own apartment. I will forever be grateful to him. He often has his friends over, of who ended up becoming my friends. His name was Seraph. The guys who came often to hang out with us were Ephraim, Lucas, and Snake. They were cool. Lucas was the youngest of us all, and Snake was the oldest with me as the second oldest. They came to hang out with us one day, and we had a good time. We drank a little bit of red wine, ignoring the law for it, and Lucas got severely drunk from it, whereas the rest of us remained sober. Lucas started babbling about something interesting. He started saying something about an abandoned asylum for the mentally ill, and how it is always dark and stormy there with a lot of electrical tesla type things surrounding it. He started making a bet, and we all agreed to it, seeing that we weren’t really afraid of much at the time. However, that brave attitude of ours faded away immediately as soon as Lucas said that anyone that went it has never come out.

We thought that it was probably a trick just to get us a bit riled up about this, but Lucas seemed to be serious about this when he said this: “Alright, listen up. We each place $500 on this table, and the first one to come out of there wins. We’ll keep our phones on for the entire time so we can keep contact with each other, and we’ll put these cameras on our necklaces as proof that we made it out first, since there’s a time thing of course.” We all shrugged and said we would head over there this weekend, and we just continued drinking and laughing about other things for the rest of the night. On Friday after school, we met up at the location Lucas told us to meet at. There were no electrical tesla buildings or an abandoned insane asylum anywhere so far as the eye can see. Lucas started saying that we would only meet here so no one could chicken out of it. We each brought out $500 as proof that we brought it and placed it in our pockets. Lucas took the lead, and we followed, not giving a care for this bet. Among entering an area, the dark started growing dimmer as the clouds started blocking off the sun’s rays. As we progressed deeper away from civilization, the clouds started becoming blacker, signifying that they were thunderclouds. And as soon as the asylum came into eye’s sight as a little speck, we noticed that it started raining lightly. We continued deeper until the light rain from earlier became very hard raindrops that felt like they would penetrate my skull. Thunder was heard around the area, and we began seeing four buildings that appear to have sprouted from the ground. Those were the electrical tesla things that Lucas was talking about.

We saw that they were formed in a perfect rectangular formation, surrounding the insane asylum, but we didn’t take it for granted until we were right in front of the asylum. At the asylum, as expected, the tesla things formed a perfect rectangle around the asylum. As for the asylum itself, it was unsettling and unnerving. Despite it having been a straight building in the past, it was broken, mold grew on the stone walls, and the metal doors were rusty. It felt like the insane asylum was breathing, just waiting for us to enter so it can trap us. It even appeared as if the asylum was looming over us. I exchanged looks with Ephraim and Seraph, showing uneasiness between the three of us. Snake looked fearless, but from the fact that he is just staring at it, showed that even he had some uneasiness in this. Lucas started shivering in his knees to the point where they were clacking against one another. I asked, “Are you sure you guys want to do this?” A little bit of murmuring started forming between the five of us, and then we reached a decision. We would go inside and try to make it back out. The thing that made the bet worse was that we had to split up. We would not be able to be with each other inside that dark and cold building. I could tell that the lighting was very, VERY poor, and the fact that things were flipped over as if a tornado hit them, no doors were present inside the building here to there, and so forth… Well, let’s just say it made me regret taking part of this bet, especially with the rumor of anyone going in never going out roaming around inside my head.

ENTRY 2

Snake went up and opened the rusty metal doors and went in slowly, with the four of us following behind. The minute we went in, we were freezing cold with the humming air conditioning blowing against five soaking people. We closed the doors to make sure none of the rain would get us, and as soon as we turned on our phones, the electrical tesla things started generating electricity and our phones just shut off, just like that. We felt uncomfortable doing this, so Lucas turned immediately and tried to open the rusty metal doors only to realize that they would not open from the inside. We had no choice but to find a different way out. Ephraim, being the smartest one amongst the group, said, “I recall seeing a ladder up on the roof. There is an air duct that leads to the roof. Maybe we can find our way out somehow if we can take the air duct route. We turned on our cameras, and the tesla buildings continued surging with electricity, but our cameras were not affected by it like our phones were. We bid each other farewell and good luck, and the best of fortune in case not all of us came out alive. Coincidentally, there were five paths, so we each took one. I was forced to take the darkest, coldest, and eeriest of them all. I swore under my breath and took the path as the others made their way towards their chosen paths.

As I continued towards my path, I started noticing things that I wish I didn’t notice before. The doors that I swore were there before weren’t as I continued walking forward. I turned back because I did not want to see if it would get any worse, but as I made my way backwards, it remained the same. I ran as fast as I could, but I realized something. The distance I made running backwards, was more than the distance I made walking forward. Even then, the doors remained the same… in the sense that they weren’t there. Seeing as I had no hope, I just continued treading forward, and it only became more morbid from there. It appeared as if different teenagers ran through this hall. I started seeing graffiti on the walls, all in different styles of spray paint, but with the same message. “There is no more sanity.” One was in Chinese, one in Korean, one in English, one in Spanish, one in French, and many in German. I started walking slower than usual, and the fact that the lights would flash and crackle here to there only made things worse. I cannot, and I repeat, CANNOT be in the dark in a place like this.

ENTRY 3

Great, just great… This isn’t helping at all. Not only is there more graffiti on the walls saying the same things every single damn time in different languages, but some of the graffiti cans are lying around with blood prints in the shape of hands of different sizes on them. Not only that, I am starting to see heads hanging from the roofs of the rooms of which the doors are not present in. I just sat down and closed my eyes for a little trying to regain my confidence. I just spat at the floor and turned back once more, but to no avail. Just like before, no matter how much distance I made traveling backwards, it only remained the same, as the current setting of which I see. I wonder how my friends are doing. With no hope once again, I continue making my way forward, regretting EACH and EVERY step I take. This place was wearing on my mental state. If this continues happening, I know I will go insane. What can I do? Is there a way I can tell people to not come here like my friends and I have foolishly done? … … Will I even get out?..

The camera. The camera. That was the key to all of this. If I can somehow send this to the online realm, it will spread like a virus. I need to send this online, no one must suffer the mental trauma I, and possibly and most likely my friends are suffering. I tried opening my phone once more, but it was just powered off, like at the front doors. How can I get out?.. Will there be a way out?.. Can I ever return back to the nice apartment I share with my friend?.. I’m so hungry… It felt like days... For all I know, it could have only been 3 minutes… Or 3 months… Or 3 years… I don’t know… I just want to get out…

 

ENTRY 4

I finally got my phone to open. I don’t know why, I just want to talk to one of my friends. I feel so lonely. I feel so afraid. I called one of my friends, Snake. He was the bravest of us all. When I called him, no answer. But instead of the usual voicemail thing he has which is “Sorry, I’m not available right now. After the beep, leave the damn message so I can get to it later.” Instead it was, “Fear… Insanity… I can’t handle this anymore… I can’t be here anymore… I need to end it all… I can’t make this a burden anymore…” And with that, a final cut throat with a sound of him falling to the ground plays. Did he do what I thought he did?.. Was this just a cruel trick that this place was playing at me?.. But what if it was real?.. I don’t know anymore…

It then came to me. I can post this on YouTube. If I do, no one will ever come here. My camera is still on. I can upload it. The minute I went to YouTube, my phone just powered down again. It… I don’t even know how to explain it… It’s almost as if this place WANTED me to hear my friend’s voicemail. It’s almost as if this place WANTED me to desperately attempt to transfer my experience online… It’s almost as if it knows every single action I am to make… I just want to go home…

ENTRY 5

Is it the next day? Or is it just a few minutes after? I don’t really know. My watch refuses to work around this area. Instead of numbers, I see just dashes “--:--:--“ on my watch. It is so irritating. It stayed like that, and I won’t be surprised if it does for as long as I’m here… Even if that’s for eternity. I could’ve sworn my hunger would have had me killed, but it’s almost as if this place was keeping me alive… That if I left, I would just die the minute I got out. It’s just how it feels right now, I have no way of telling whether or not that is how it will work. I attempted calling the rest of my friends, and all I heard was different ways of saying what Snake said. Except… When I called Ephraim, he said this before he made a suicide sound: “This place, has taken all of the sanity that has remained in me…” That worried me. I was all alone in this place. I don’t want the $2500 anymore. I just want to get out. I just want to see civilization. I just want to see food. I don’t want to see these horrible, morbid things around me. I don’t want, and I cannot believe I am saying this, I don’t want to be in the dark anymore. I want a place where light is around me, where people can laugh with me, where I can have food… Delicious, beautiful food…

I continued traveling forward, seeing as I had no choice anyways. I found a door. A DOOR. I was so excited, I ran for it so fast that I felt like I was a shooting star. But as I ran for it, it only got farther away from me. I refused to give up, I kept running. It just kept on moving farther and farther away from me until it was out of sight. This place is cruel. It is messing with my mind. Am I even sane anymore? I can’t even tell. Was I ever sane if I had the thought of even stepping inside this place, let alone making a bet of going into it? Am I even alive anymore? Am I just a ghost of which cannot rest in peace because of this horrible place? All of these questions, I have no answer to…

ENTRY 6

I’m sorry, but if anyone finds this… Then I have one thing to say to you: Be stronger than me. Endure all of the things this place has to throw at you. But I, as a coward, cannot handle this anymore. I give you nothing but the best, if one shall ever find this. Take my necklace. It was the only thing that kept me going for so long. If you’ve made it here, then take it, put it on, and continue on until you find a way out of here. I’m sorry. I will sign this, marking the end of this with my own blood, as I just want to leave this place, alive or not. If you, whoever you are, made it this far as I had… Take my necklace and camera… This is my final request: Do not be a coward like I have, get out of here alive with your insanity… Farewell…

 

This is amazing! I can't wait to read more entrys! :P

 

Haha, thanks. But this marks the end of the entries. This was just a short story of which I wanted to share with others since I haven't written stories for a LONG time, and I want critique and whatnot on what I need to improve on.

 

I'll edit this with some feedback when I find the time. :D
Good job though!