Mason felt something crawl under his skin when she mentioned the experiments. He knew it was an old practice to lobotomize insane individuals in an attempt to subdue their odd behaviors. It was sick, inhumane, and evil do to such things to living human beings, or any being at all for that matter. He had heard of the good doctor Barrett from stories and was familiar with his experimentation. However, the things he did crossed the time of medical practice, so he was told. He wasn’t just preforming unethical procedures in the hopes of ‘curing’ them of their demons, he was exploring with them, using them to satisfy whatever sadistic urges he possessed. To him, it wasn’t the patients who were wrought with demons; it was the doctor and his willing staff. Of course, the hospital itself didn’t really seem to condone the experiments performed by the doctor, but perhaps they turned a blind eye which made them equally at fault.
“The poor souls,” Mason murmured, looking down the dark hall and envisioning the place full of fragile minded individuals.
As he gazed down the hallway, Mason let out a long sigh and gave Yolanda a weak smile. He did a little bow and gestured toward door leading into the reception desk. “After you,” he laughed half-heartedly. “Maybe there are records in there.” There probably were, but none documenting the experiments. Those, if any existed, would surely be found in the doctor’s office. His curiosity pushed him to go forward but inside he felt anxious, nervous, and even fearful. The belief in spirits factored into his sense of fear but it was also the foreknowledge of what had transpired in the very building he stands. To think, defenseless people who were in need of real help, their trust betrayed by those they believed would provide them with salvation, relief from their own madness, tortured right under the noses of the society who placed them there. The place disgusted him just as much as intrigued him.
As he turned to face the camera toward the hall, the light returned to the corner of his eye and vanished. Mason felt his muscles tense up as he forced himself from looking in its direction. He let himself relax before taking a calm breathe. “I’m seeing things…” he muttered.