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The Asylum

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Dark, rusted gates, closed off for everyone by thick chains and locks.
Peeling paint and broken glass set within fading brick walls built with crumbling bricks.
Lamps and lanterns with gas and light bulbs which haven't worked for decades are on the walls.

  Paint and plaster are coming off the walls in flakes of all sizes – most of it is now on the floor.
In between the flakes there are leaves from the trees mingling with living and dead creatures.
Cobwebs in corners and nooks – some filled with leaves, some with bugs and some with both.

  Spiders are scurrying along the floors, walls and ceiling, building new nets in the few, empty places which still exists.
Ants are looking for more material for their hills which are in the forest that surrounds the building, shielding it from sight.

  The doors of some cells are open – others closed.
Some are filled with leaves and various kinds of debris like the hallways – others are mostly empty.
All cells are padded, though most of it is shredded and torn off the walls.

  The air carries the smell of neglect, earth and it's stagnant; proof that no one has opened the doors in a long time.
There are splotches on the walls inside the cells and in the hallways – dark ones which hints of crimes committed.
Some are prints from the whole palm, some from fingers being dragged over the surface and some are dark spots which were splashed onto the walls.

  In the bathrooms, kitchens and hospital rooms the tiles are chipped and falling to the floor.
The paint is nearly gone from the walls, flakes of it mixed in with the chips of tiles.
Broken light bulbs and empty gas lamps hang on the walls and from the ceiling, bits and pieces having fallen to the floor.

  Chairs and ceramic tables, scary-looking equipment and screens with almost no fabric left fill the rooms in the hospital ward.
In the adjoining offices there are locked archives filled with files and folders on patients, filled with information about the patients themselves and the treatment.
The broken mugs and files spread about outside their drawers were helping to give the place an aura of abandonment, like it had been left in a hurry.

  The whole places had various stains of blood; footprints, fingerprints and stains from violent deaths and treatments alike.
Some were contained within the hospital ward itself; others were strewn about in the hallways, bathrooms, kitchens and cells.
Pools of blood were soaked into the padding of the cells as well as on and around the various treatment equipments.

  No one knows what had happened in there, all those decades ago, and no one dared find out after the first groups of police and detectives went missing, leaving no trace behind.
In time it became hushed, never spoken of; forgotten.
People went missing in that area and after a while, no one dared go close in search for those people either.

  In one of the cells however, fresher blood is covering the walls; some of it still running down the door.
The whole cell is covered in bloodstains; even the ceiling.
And in one of the corners there is a body.

  The body has no face, no hair, no ears, no hands and no feet and there are no sexual organs either.
Long lines of scars run up and down the arms and legs, while mysterious markings and signs from a long-forgotten place in history are carved onto the stomach and back.
The only place left without a trace is the neck.

  Within seconds of the death, the body vanishes.
It's just there and then it shimmers before disappearing from the room altogether.
The thing observing is left wondering if it really was there, or if it was just a trick of the mind.

  But it is real to the observer, no matter what it makes itself believe.
Had it been anyone else, this burnt down place would have looked different.
To this observer, it is a long forgotten and abandoned asylum.  

  For in reality, it is just the ruins of a building in the middle of an overgrown forest.
In reality, no one remembers or knows what the building once was.
All that is left is the burned, charred and overgrown remains of a building.

  But to that one observer, it is an asylum.
It is an abandoned asylum, to which the observer feels a connection.
It is the place and scene the observer has witnessed countless times for many a decade.

  It is the burned down ruins of an asylum built during the changing of the last century.
It is the place which burned down just one year after it was finished.
It is the place where the observer was murdered in cold blood before the fire started.
I just...
I don't know
...
I blame thank Supernatural
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