Board Thread:Writer's Showcase/@comment-30124693-20161002125507

here it is: Springfield’s Home for The Troubled

It was a stormy day when I did it. It was October 12th I know the that even though it has been 50 years. I have a lot of time to think. But back to the story. I was 15 and I wanted to sneak out. You see in our town we have an insane asylum and it was left for dust. It was a popular hotspot for us because it was perfect place to hang out. Me and my friends Jack, Will, and Bruce. We were daredevils so we wanted to go farther into the asylum than anybody else. This was the perfect night. We all met up at the insane asylum and went inside. It was different I could tell. I didn’t know why but I could tell. But we still had to do it because of teenage laws that make no sense so went into the heart of Springfield Hospital for The Troubled. We progressed easily, the most common spot was the reception room but we went farther in to it. As we progressed I noticed candy red drops on the floor and a putrid smell. I dropped down and saw it. Fresh blood. I didn’t tell anybody but we went down the hallway. Eventually we came to a split. Us being semi-smart we decided to split up. Me and Will and Jack and Bruce. I never saw them again. For the rest of the story to make sense you have to know this. There was a serial killer on the loose here and they said he lived in the heart of the asylum. This was when I was 10 so the memories are still fresh. They never found him but he did one thing that made him different. He would put red dye into his victim’s blood making it an apple red. Back to the story I don’t have much time. As we went there I could tell we picked the wrong side. I saw we were on the operating side of the building and for a second I swore I saw bright red blood dripping onto a table. By then I was seriously creeped out. I told Will we should leave. He agreed and then we heard it. It would haunt me and my dreams for the rest of my life. It was a screech you couldn’t imagine if you tried to. Then we saw a wall it was disguised as a wall but it was a door. Us teenagers being dumb 70% of the time we went into it. There was a midnight dark hallway with a single light above the door. We went to it and opened it. Then there was silence until SCREECHHHHHHH. I looked up and saw it. The wind was moving a rocking chair back and forth and there it was a dead body. It looked up and said with a death smile, “Welcome to Springfield Home for The Troubled.” I blacked out all I can remember was Will’s horrible scream. Then there was fresh air. I went to bed hoping it was all a dream. When I woke up my mom was with the newspaper and showed it to me. It said Three Teenagers Are Missing. “Honey do you anything about this.” I just shrugged and went downstairs and went on as normal. During my reading class two police officers came looking for me. When they saw me they arrested me and took me to the police station. I found out that they searched the insane asylum and found a knife with my fingerprints on it and apple red blood on it. The trial was quick and fast. I Mike Welford Snifter was charged with 14 counts of first degree murder. Luckily the judge felt pity and said since I was a minor and my story which was what I saw, I was to be going to the new Springfield Home for The Troubled. My cell was where I found the dead body. Sometimes at night ill see the dead body and it will explain things like about himself and how he was always insane and how he wanted to blame it onto someone else. Let me tell you about him. He is tall, is named John Wilford Smith, and he knew he was insane. But back to story I know what I have to do. He was born in 1925 and he started the murders when I was 10 so in the 1940s he started. They never found him despite the fact that he was iconic by making his victims blood a nice apple red. So that’s the story of Springfield Home for the Troubled. As a side note don’t go looking for it because it is located in hell. 