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Post by Dr Killjoy on Feb 11, 2009 23:02:16 GMT -5
Screams are coming from every angle. The walls are white, the chairs are white, the nurse's uniform is white, the light is blinding. It's making you dizzy. You can't deny the fact that there is something wrong with you, just like all the other kids that were sent here by their 'loving' parents. Your mother glares, your father carries your sitff body to a seat and you sit. Your mother fills out the application and you are forced to sign the 'contract'. You are stripped down and given a uniform for night time. You're sent off to your room, where you can still hear the screams. You're silent, enter your room and curl up into a ball before it's locked behind you. "Welcome to Gergeson Asylum. You'll be a productive member of society soon. Follow the rules and you'll survive. Don't and become the many who still roam the parts of this facility," says a voice behind your locked door. You're their problem now.
1935, a year of great troubles for the world. It was the time of the depression, right in the middle to be exact. 1935 was an important year for Gergeson Asylum. They had just completed their final touches on this hospital for the mentaly insane. For years it was one of the biggest and most honnored Asylums in Canada. Placed in the middle of the country, Saskatchewan, it's a real hard place to locate. It was well known until the seventies when half the building burnt down taking over 500 lives with it.
Now, in 2004, completely rebuilt and more than 500 occupants, Gergeson is one of the biggest asylums in Canada. But there is something not too right with the new picture of Gergeson. There is something different, peculiar. There are voices being heard at night that are not of their patients nor from them. Terrifying screams and weird noises have been reported multiple times but the staff at Gergeson brush it off like it's all in their heads. At first the patients accept this knowledge because of their conditions, but some start to wonder. And when one starts to wonder, all of them start to wonder.
There have been weird deaths among the teens that stay here. One patient, an Achluophobic was in the basement where he shouldn't have been and got 'stuck' in the elevator shaft completely tearing him in two. Another patient, a female this time, was suicidal and was no where near scisors but was found in her room shredded. When the news caught wind of this, they threatened them to shut down the Asylum. Five years later, their ratio has cut down dramatically.
Now, do you trust to place your son or daughter in here? Do you trust the voices that speak to them at night? Do you trust the doctors who claim none of this happened? Would you like to speak with them, or perhaps me? Would you like to speak to me?
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