Welcome to Doom Burger.
Asylum: Short story
An idea inspired by the horror game, Outlast. I've never actually played the game, so please don't bitch at me about how it doesn't fit canon.
How does a normal guy like you end up in a place like this? Well, you suppose if you knew that, you wouldn't be here. It all seemed to be the work of fate, like someone was planning the whole thing out one word at a time. You supposed that if there was a truly a god in heaven, he had one hell of a sense of humor.
A couple days before, you and some buddies planned to go up north on a hunting trip. You planned to sit around in a deer stand, do some catching up, and of course drink a few beers. Okay, maybe a lot of beer. You never really got a chance to cut loose at home; the wife didn't approve of alcohol in the house. You usually made up for it when you went on manly excursions such as this one. Any other time, you were a mild mannered family man who worked a typical job at a typical office. You drove a Ford sedan and watched your fair share of football. As said before, you were a pretty normal guy.
The real story started while you were headed home on a seldom used highway. You never really liked interstate travel. The other guys were probably miles behind you, stuck in the heavy traffic of the city. You planned to gloat to them about being the first one back. However, that idea was soon lost when your car came to a sputtering stop in the middle of godforsaken nowhere. You begged and pleased with it to start, but it appeared that Fords had no such mercy. You weren't going anywhere.
You sighed in frustration as you whipped out your cellphone to call a tow. The phone then mockingly beeped to inform you that there was no service in the middle of the boonies. You cursed loudly into your steering wheel. It looked like you were going to be hoofing it. You got out and took your keys, your wallet, and your gun. You didn't think leaving it in the car was a great idea; plus you never know what you could run into out here. By the looks of the corn field and cows that surrounded both sides of the road, running into anything was being a bit too hopeful.
When you set out on foot, it was somewhere around late noon. You walked for what felt like an hour, growing increasingly worried that you were never going to see civilization again. The other guys were probably home by now, laughing their asses off about how dumb ol' James just had to take the scenic route. You were considering cutting through a cornfield in attempt to find the farmer that maintained it when a dirt road sprung forth ahead of you. You stopped and peered down it. It wound off into the treeline in a rather ominous manner, but there were fresh tire tracks on it, and your legs were too tired to walk another five or six miles. Plus, you were pretty sure it was getting dark.
Despite some tiny voice in the back of your head telling you to turn around, you headed down the dirt road. Your shoes crunched on dead leaves and twigs, occasionally startling your own self. You kept getting this eery feeling that someone was watching you. It was probably just some raccoons, right? You were slowly becoming more and more grateful for the weight of your shotgun against your back.
When you reached the end of the road, the sky was turning orange and pink. The setting sun back lighted the reward for your efforts: a hulking beast of a building that seemed to stretch out before you like some kind of medieval castle. A sign off to the side read 'Mount Massive Asylum'. Great, a loony bin. You snorted a soft laugh at your own foul luck. You came all this way and all you got was a nursing home for nut jobs. You could have sworn that the word 'asylum' hadn't been used in years. Weren't all the places like this closed? Well, you would have argued that this place was closed as well, but the fresh tire tracks that led around back, coupled with some recent boards on the windows and scaffolding suggested otherwise. Either way, you supposed it couldn't hurt to knock.
You walked up to the front door and pushed the little buzzer that probably alerted the secretary that someone was there. After waiting a few minutes, and trying a couple more times, were hopes were dashed and you turned around to leave. Just as you stepped off of the porch, the old wooden door creaked. You turned to see a head poking out, cold eyes looking at you. It belonged to an elderly man with dark circled under his eyes and a frown that could make a baby cry. He looked at you with a leer.
"Yes?" His voice was about as pleasant as his face.
"Oh." You turned around and took a step back towards the door. You didn't want to lose your only chance at getting help. "I was just wondering if I could use your phone. You see, my car broke down a few miles up the road and-"
"You may enter." You were a bit startled when he cut you off and stepped aside to let you in. However, you supposed you weren't here to judge other's people skills. You made your way back up the steps and went inside. The interior was much nicer than you expected: white columns supporting a domed roof, wood floors, a gorgeous front desk... You closed the door behind you so that no little critter would sneak in from outside.
"Make yourself at home," The old man rasped, gesturing at an armchair that sat off to the side. "I'll be right back." You nodded respectfully and made your way to the chair once he'd turned to walk off. Taking the weigh off your feet was just as pleasant as you'd imagined. You let yourself relax back into the chair as your curiously looked around at the foyer. You were too invested in sight seeing to notice the soft creak that the floor underneath you gave. The next thing you knew, the wood gave way and you plummeted into darkness.
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You slowly opened your eyes to see light trickling in through the hole you'd made in the floor. It was surprisingly far above you, which made you wonder how you'd managed to escape injury. You stood slowly, sore from the landing, and flexed your limbs to make sure that everything was intact. You seemed to be mostly in one piece, very dazed, and scared as hell. How was it that a functioning building had such flimsy flooring? Where the hell were you? Way hadn't someone come running when you fucking fell through the floor? All these questions were shadowed by the biggest: how would you get out?
"Hello?" You called out into the darkness. "Anyone there? I'm uh...I'm sorry about the floor. Hello? Anyone?" You seemed to be speaking to no one but yourself. Your eyes slowly began to adjust to the dim lighting. The room around you was in total ruins. A bookshelf was laid out across the floor, books spewed every which way, broken glass glimmered in the dull light, furniture was helpless wrecked, and there was- was that blood? No, surely not. It was probably just mud on the carpet. Reddish brown mud.
You took your phone out and flipped it open to get a little more light. The bluish glow of your screen shined on a door off to the right; a way out. Since no one seemed to be making an effort to come find you, you supposed you'd have to find your way back to the ground floor on your own. You were going to sue the hell out of these people when you got home.
Carefully stepping around the chaos was a bit easier said than done. After crunching over a few shards of glass, you were glad that you chose to keep your hunting boots on. You reached the door and twisted the knob only to find that it was jammed. It took a bit of effort to tug it open and- holy shit what was that! The minute the door opened and the hall behind it came into view, something large a little ways down scrambled from the light. It disappeared around the corner and left you with wide eyes and a look of shock. You'd seen enough horror movies to know where this was going. However, despite your fear, you knew you had to brave the dark hallway if you wanted to see the light of day any time soon. You took your gun into your hands and slowly crept forward.
Rounding that corner was probably the most frightening moment of your life so far. You imitated a scene from one of those cop shows you liked so much, pressing your back against the wall and springing into the open with your gun cocked. There was absolutely nothing there. All that stood in front of you was another creepy hallway. You sighed a breath of relief and wondered if maybe you were just- No. You had definitely seen something there. It was probably one of the loonies that got loose and decided to fuck with you. You kept your gun ready as you continued down the hall, lifting it up ready to fire at each corner. After a few times of disappointment, however, you began to let your guard down.
You came onto a door labeled 'stairs' and inwardly cheered. You knew that the ground floor was probably only the next floor up, and thus you were close to getting the hell out of here. You pressed on the bar to open it, but found that this door was also jammed. Was there anything in this place that wasn't total garbage? As you worked to get it loose, something creaked behind you. You froze. A door down the hall opened, heavy footsteps walking out. You turned your head to see the biggest man you'd ever seen in your entire life. His muscular form was poorly lit, but you could tell in the dim light that he meant business. You heart pounded and your blood turned ice cold as he began to lumber towards you. You frantically shoved at the door until it gave, then slipped inside and shut it. You fumbled to find the lock and quickly locked it. Your heart was till pounding in your ears when you looked down to see what was blocking the door in the first place. The scream that followed echoed throughout the stairwell.
The body of a man laid in a pool of it's own blood, head missing, and form now slumped over onto the floor. You let our an embarrassing whimper as you backed away. You jumped once more when your shotgun clinked against the metal handrail of the stairs. Oh yeah, you had a gun! In your terror, you'd forgotten that you were armed. Not that it mattered; you had no intentions of opening that door again. Speaking of door, the beast behind it began to pound on it. You honestly thought that he would be able to break down the solid metal and come to tear your head off as well. You turned and hauled your ass up the stairs until you reached the ground level door.
You shrieked once more when you found a face pressed against the window, staring at you. The creature on the other side was of questionable gender, and even more questionable health. It appeared to be missing half of it's face, but was attempted to give you a very large grin. There wasn't enough money in the world that would get you to open that damn door. You run up to the next one just as you heard a crash from the door you'd come in. That thing was now in the stairwell with you. You reached the next floor in record time and threw the door open. Lucky for you, there was nothing waiting for you this time. You quickly pushed it shut and locked it as you had the one before. Perhaps that would hold off tall, dark, and ugly for a little while.
The hall you entered was even darker than the last, but you held onto your gun and ran carelessly down it. You turned corner after corner, getting yourself far away from the beast and lost while you were at it. Your were beginning to develop a cramp in your side when you rounded another corner and ran face first into something fleshy, warm, and possibly human. With a battle cry, you blasted away with your gun at point blank.
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After taking your shot, you lowered your gun to see that the thing in front of you had hardly been phased. It had taken a step back from the blast, but was now looking down at you with a curious expression with bleeding hole in it's chest. It was most definitely male; you knew because it wasn't wearing a shirt. His head was a whole foot above your's, the top covered in matted, curly brown hair. It's face was stitched up the middle, the sutures leading down his neck and into a Y on his chest. Part of his lips were missing, leaving a perpetual snarl on one side of his face, and a wink on the other due to one eye being sewn shut. He was almost skeletal, with bones sticking out under his skin where bones shouldn't. To top off the entire look, he was wearing a pair of orange pants that only stayed around his hips because the drawstring was pulled as tight as it would go.
Once were done taking in the appearance of this strange man, you lifted your gun once more to threaten him until he led you outside. However, he seemed to be having none of that today. His hand moved so quickly to knock the weapon out of your hands that you jumped back in surprise and just let him. You didn't expect him to have any kind of strength left in his waiflike form. The gun clattered as it hit the floor, leaving the two of your in a sort of unarmed Mexican standoff. You waited for him to make a move so that you could dodge it and grab your gun, but he seemed content to just stand there. This went on for several minutes until you heard the telltale sound of heavy steps coming from the dark hall you'd just left. The man before you widened his one eye in what looked like fear. He grabbed your arm and began to tow you down the hall and oh god his hands were clammy and bony and where the hell was this psycho taking you? Your gun was left behind, much to your dismay, but you made no attempt to go back and get it. The monster rounded the corner just as the skeleton man pulled you into an open room. He didn't bother to shut the door behind him as he drug your through the darkness to another room, then another hall, and then finally stopped in what looked like a break room with a snack machine. Did he just bring you all this way so that you could die in the soft glow of an illuminated Coca-Cola ad? He finally let you go and approached one of the machines. You were half tempted to run, but seeing as your options were the company of Mr. Funnybones or a deranged wrestle on steroids, you decided to stick around. The man motioned for you to follow him as he slipped behind one of the machines and disappeared. Confused, you leaned to the side to see that the soda machine was hiding a hole in the wall behind it. However, getting back there was much easier for the skeleton man than it was for an actual human being. You sucked in your breath and slowly began to wiggle into the tight space. A clatter down the hall made you wiggle a bit faster.
You slipped into the hole, which led into more darkness, and hoped and prayed that the skeleton man wasn't the one that enjoyed ripping heads off.