Unleashed Insanity

Growing up in an isolated town surrounded by trees and mountains i bet you can all figure out on your own that i know alot of local legends. I have no idea why all these stories i have been told by my relatives and their friends have a tendency to be scary, even down-right disturbing at times.

Me and my friends have all been told stories of deformed children near the old burnt down orphanage, sacrificial Pedophilia cults, serial-killers, mutated rapists, blood thirsty demon like hounds lurking the woods and ghosts. Most of these stories where often dismissed as both stupid and false as they had no grounding, but not the one i am about to tell you, this one is different.

For over thirty years ago the "local" Asylum (and im using the word "local" incredibly vague as it was placed several miles outside the town and was only connected to it by a gravel road) burnt down for an unexplained reason. It is said that this was caused by an inmate called "Frank", a pyroman, a cannibal and an all in all mentally disturbed individual. He suposedly killed a number of people before getting caught in his own basement gnawing on the bones of corpses of which people he had killed in a pond of their blood. We can only guess how Frank choose his victims as he never explained why, when questions were asked he only laughed.

He was locked down in the deepest level of the Asylum and didn't comunicate with an individual until the day the Asylum burnt down. Frank somehow managed to get a hold on a lighter and some sort of sharp object as most of the victims of his insanity  had been crudely and violently cut.

Me and my friends was fed up by the insecurity that it might be true for years, we had finally decided to travel to the burnt and broken down mental hospital were it all happen. Being told stories of rape, murder and deformation in an age of six you could problaby figure it out on your own that we weren't "normal" kids, this suposed insanity of ours would only boost our cravings to see this place of legends we had been told so much about.

We were four inside the van headed for the Asylum, the comfort of home slowly left our presence as the surrounding of trees embraced us.

The aproaching gravel road was clearly seen in the darkening horizon. The van quickly came to the gravel as we all smiled, "we are almost there" said Tom driving while keeping his eyes on the road.

The horizon was now surpassed by the presence of a gigantic bleak building laying a shadow eqvuivelent to its size. We parked the van and we all got out, it got colder.

We all noticed that the door was barricaded sloppy by burnt furniture. "It's problaby Frank!" joked one of my friends in the group, we all nervously laughed though we all speculated it might be true. We walked around the Asylum a few rounds before Max, which is one of the first individuals i befriended in the city below, saw something.

It was a tiny broken window, Max didn't hesitate to jump through the square hole with one smooth movement. We followed Max but far from as smoothly as most of us came inn with scars from the broken glass. It was dark, only one of us brought a flashlight, Ian. The flashlight was quickly turned on because Ian was terribly afraid of the dark. He directed the flashlight in every corner of the room we found ourselves inn, the painting on the walls were torn off by the heat from flames.

"What are we waiting for? Let's explore!" Said Tom with a cartoon-like smile on his face, he walked slowly to the staircase as we followed. I couldn't believe we were finally here, it was like walking in an exact replicated structure of your imagination, this is exactly how i thought it would be, it's like walking within my own head.

Tom had limited vision as he was the leader of our line and not the holder of the flashlight, that was Ian placed before him. Tom fell, Ian quickly directed his flashlight down were he layed. The skeleton of a cat was laying before him. Tom jumped up on his feet in a shock, he had a surprised facial expression that quickly disapeared as he tried to maintain his role as brave. "What the fuck is that?" said Tom, "I think its a cat" i said, "How did you come to that conclusion?" said Ian and directed the flashlight at my face. "Its about the same size, its the skull that gives it away." said i as i tried to block my eyes from the strong blast of light shooting out from Ian's flashlight.

The skeleton was dirty, this wasn't a natural death as there were still bits of rotten flesh on its bones and fresh blood that had soaked down in the wodden floor, i decided not to comment on it. We came to the conclusion that it died of old age though i believe we all speculated something else entirely.

We kept going up the stairs and we entered another floor, all the windows were broken. Suddenly Tom commented on something we hadn't noticed before, "Why are there are no shards?". We kept walking trying not to think about it. We all suddenly stopped again shortly, "Do you hear that?" said Ian in a nervous tone, i sure did. It was like the sound of mice, but this was different... they sounded like they were in pain.

We slowly walked in direction of the sound, Ian ofcourse being placed last and Tom first as we aproached the core of that horrible sound. We entered the room, it was completely black.

Ian directed the flashlight in the corner of the room, he dropped it. We now knew what happen to the shards, they had all been placed in the corner of this completely dark room, there were dead animals bathin in the shards as well as living ones screaming in agony.

We heard footsteps which got faster over time, they stopped very sudden, we all turned to the direction of the entrance and to our surprise - there stood Frank.

A tall old naked bearded man with long hair, his hands bleeding, his giant eyes staring at us. He suddenly went into a sprint, we all ran but not Ian, he stood completely still staring at the old man. Frank pushed him into the pond of shards as he screamed. We ran all that we could but Max got caught by the legs with some sort of sicle frank now held, he fell while we ran not even looking back as he screamed as Ian and the mice surounding him in the glass shards.

Me and Tom were the only ones left, we sat sobbing in the corner of a dark room. We had no idea where we were as it was completely dark and impossible to see anything at all though we could see the entrance, we were both waiting for his silhouette to appear. The screams of both Max and Ian were slowly silenced but our fear was nothing but increased for now we once again heard wet, slow foot steps.

Tom silently stood up in a crouching position, without saying a word he slowly walked torwards the entrance of which we came from. The slow, crouching soon turned into a full sprint. He turned left and escaped my field of vision. I sat there in the dirt next to a torn up bed with my legs up to my chin, i waited for him. "This is so much more than what we bargained for" i said though i am in conflict if that is actually true. I didn't even care if Frank had heard me, he knew exactly where i was.

I lifted my face and opened my eyes and i saw something in the entrance, i stood up as the shade slowly came closer. I have never been so scared in my entire life. A small beam of light had escaped the burnt down walls, it was now early in the morning by the looks of it. The shade came closer and at impact with the beam i saw that it wasn't Frank, it was Tom, but something was terribly wrong. He obviously tried to speak but all that came out of his mouth was waves of blood, his tounge was cut off. His teeth had been torn out for when he lifted his hands to the beam of light, they were in his hands bathing in a pond of his own blood. He didn't even blink, it wasn't shock, his eye leds were cut off. Tom should've fallen to his knees by now as his legs were cut several times creating a pool of blood around him.

"Tom?" I said, now pushed completely up against the wall, he fell. His blood splashed unto the walls as another shade appeared behind him, the shade walked into the beam of light showing that it was a naked, bearded, long haired old man with a blood-dripping shard in his hand, it was Frank.

He didn't hesitate, he ran torwards me, grabbed my throat and slammed me on the torn up bed. He lifted his left arm with the shard held high and he rammed it into my torso, the shard stood still as blood escaped my body like a river. Held down by his weight he proceeded to cut me repeadetly with his long, sharp finger nails

again...

and again...

and again...

as i screamed

in agony,

he laughed

with joy.