Insane Asylum
Legacy Name: Insane Asylum

Smaug

The moment the door slams a sickly scent claws through the air, the smell of decaying, rotting roses assaulting her senses in a perverse wave.

“Why hello there! You must be new, come in come in, where are my manners? I’ll be your ever gracious host for the duration of your stay. Might I inquire as to your name, Mademoiselle?”

Screams and shrieks, nails against the wall, eyes blown wide. Delicious.

“Now, now there is no need for hysterics dear, isn’t that what landed you here in the first place? Ah ah ah, pounding on the door while a gentleman’s speaking is a bit rude, don’t you think? They’re only going to bring out the straight jacket you know.”

Sobs, utterly delectable sobs, laced with the tart sweetness of fear. Cloying, sticking, swirling around his evening meal.

“Oh bother, I hate to tuck in without even a name, darling. Do be a dear, before I fetch the patient charts, I just find it so hard to wait during supper.”

Now only laboured breathing, huddled in, eyes closed tight to deny herself the sight of a rather well dressed man, top hat rolling along his fingertips, lounging in the room’s center. Soft words, echoing whispers fill the air

Not real, not real, not real, not real

“Ooooh, so we’re going with this route are we? Denial is so blasé, doll. Well, I have been getting a trifle bored lately, I’m a man of finer tastes after all. Variety really is the spice of life I find. So I propose we play a little game? Games are fun, yes?”

Not real, not real, not real, not real

“Excellent, excellent, so you agree! The game goes like this, I’ll say things and you tell me if that’s why you’re in here. If I win, then I get to eat, if you win then I get to eat! Perfect game, one of my favourites. Since you’re already crazy, this might not last very long, but do be a dear and try to hold out, it’s so boring playing with broken things.”

Not real, not real, not real, not real

“Rather good start, I must admit, I’ll go first: mother, father, dog, cat, sister, brother, chicken, duck, fire, tea, biscuits, milk, any ring a bell?”

Not real, not real, not real, not real

“Hmm, snowglobes, ice cubes, kitchen counters, backpacks, treadmill, ginger, calendar, keys?”

Not real, not real, not real, not real

“Oh wait, wait, wait! I think I have it…. Josef?”

Not real, not re-how the fuck does he kno-al, not-just inside your head- real, not real

Threads of madness, a stronger more flavourful aroma seeps out from around her, mixing into a bouquet of scents.

“Mmmm, that is just the thing. Let’s see here, knives for sure, yes?”

Don’t think about it, just don’t think about it

“Good, good. This should do the trick: It's raining, it's pouring; The baby is snoring. We went stabbity stab, stabbity stab, And he couldn't get up in the morning.”

The screams return, wonderful desperate screams, filled with visions of blood stained walls and monsters in cribs. He sighs, satisfied at last with the utter feast of flavours, basking in the sheer decadence of utter terror, pure madness and insanity mixing on his tongue.

“This is the perfect thing Madame, I thank you for being so cooperative tonight. Do enjoy the rest of the evening, I know I will.”

He smoothly turns and exits through the adjoining wall, a whistling tune faintly reminiscent of “Ave Maria”. A wide grin plays on his lips as screams continue behind him.

It started out as a usual day for him. He never got tired of seeing the new line of horrified faces that began showing up every so often during a week rotation every few months. Normally he wouldn't bother to take so much as a peak while they were being unloaded from the van into the hallway because he knew they would all suddenly freak out like he was a fox in the hen house sort of speak. Very rarely did they ever shuffle patients in together especially in the more strict Asylums.

Not that he minded that in the least but he loved his fear to be tenderly cared for by specifics and not just rattle them up like a mad man to say. Plus if he startled any that might be a particular that would run away it was a sad fate to see them get shot or drugged into a dopey state. Fear didn't taste wonderful when drugged or doped on the contrary it seemed to taste nasty in a way that sour milk would, surely it wouldn't sit right in his system. Of course he had delicate tastes and only picked the best out of the group that were brought in. He wasn't in favour of being greedy or going in all willy-nilly. That was not his taste nor style and because he was a gentleman so, would go about it with such courtesy.

He enjoyed the process of meeting them just as much as feeding off of them. It was pleasurable to find himself wrapped in the enjoyment of tender feeding to phobia's and a larger amount marinating the juices of the insanity they possess that brought them to him as a meal ticket.

Today he found himself walking about down the halls of the Asylum just plain old out for a walk with nothing in particular to do. His posture was refined and the steps he made echoed only slightly alerting whom ever was listening at their doors in what could be a quiet manner if you consider mumbling gibberish to themselves being quiet although it made good music to his ears.

The doors were all spaced apart in a similar fashion with the rooms being the same dull eggshell white with big white pads from ceiling to floor covering the entire body of each quarter. What was nice was the doors had a little window you could peak into with a small slid-able cover for it. Very few rooms had windows to let light inside so that the staff could see. Those without the windows were meant more for a time out to settle the nerves and calm the body. That would make it especially entertaining when he decided to visit inside one of them when a patient he would drop in to see wasn't in their normal room.

He peaked into a little window as he started walking closer to the doors. There in the corner crouched was a man inside sitting, unmoved almost as if he was a statue. He took it upon himself to “knock” on the padded wall as he entered.

“Good day there sir! I was wondering if you had time to learn about our lord and saviour, me?” the last words rolled of his tongue making himself chuckle at the thought of being some glorious entity people would cal forth in their last seconds of life.

There he just sat making a low whispering sound which was utter nonsense to anyone but him. He didn't exactly enjoy hearing them talk to themselves (since he knows what they are saying) but he took it as a sign they were at least talkative.

“Oh I see not much of a religious man are we? Well no matter we'll keep this between us.” he softly chuckled again standing right beside the man.

It was a few minutes of the mumbling that started to bore him so he decided to spice it up and make such a wonderful conversation.

“I'll tell you what if you can tell me your name I'll bet we can find things in common but please don't make it too easy otherwise it wouldn't be as fun.”

Slowly he sat back sitting on an elegant chair that fabricated out of no where with a tiny cafe table on the side. It was a nice ivory colour fabric with golden metal for the legs on the furniture. The table had a little cover on top of it decorated with beautiful patterns. There on top of the table sat a fancy china tea cup complete with saucer, silver spoon, sugar cubes, creamer, tea pot and a little napkin beside the saucer.

“Now I'll start with a letter and you'll tell me if it's the right one.” he replied sitting straight up into his seat slowly pouring the pot of tea into his cup.

The man in the corner was now shaking a little his nerves starting to act up with the surrounding temperature starting to drop by a few degrees. He wasn't shivering at the drop in temperature though he was shivering at the slow intensified smell of something rotting.

“Oh where's my manners! Would you like some tea?” he asked in a soft polite tone gesturing to the tea.

He shifted uncomfortably in the corner shaking his head no and repeating the word over and over again, “No, no, no, no, no, no!”

“Suit yourself then sir it was just freshly made by myself a few moments ago. It's quite a delicious tea. It's a mint tea made with fresh mint leaves. An exotic little kick to it if I might add.” he began placing a few drops of sugar cubes into the cup with a small pair of tongs.

The eerie noises began to arise inside the mans head. It was a low and soft hum that began to get louder and louder with each action or movement that the stranger had made causing him to shift uncomfortably in his straight jacket.

“Now let's begin the game shall we?” he finished placing some honey into his cup, swirling it around carefully not to make so much as a clink of the spoon touching the inner walls of his drinking container.

He took a sip holding the saucer just underneath the cup, nodding his head in approval putting the cup down and beginning to speak, “Does it start with a J?” he spoke as if it was a whisper directly into the patient's ear.

His head shook along with his body mumbling more words of no and denial. It caused him to start rocking back and forth huddled up in a more fetal position. This was a good starting point for the entity considering he hadn't really begun his day. There was still plenty much to do.

“Hmm well how about an S?”

More shaking and shaking occurred almost in a violent fit. His voice trembling as he spoke more of his denial. He felt like there was something crawling underneath his jacket making him squirm and itch all over, struggling to try and scratch at parts that he couldn't reach.

“I guess not...you seem more like a W.” he paused a bit as the man went complete quiet.

When he turned the man was pale as the walls surrounding him. It looks as if the nail had been hit with the hammer.

“Ah so your name begins with a W! Excellent this shouldn't be too hard to figure out.” his lips curled a little into a satisfied smirk.

It was beginning to get a little interesting. He returned to taking a sip on his tea repeating the process between a few pauses. There was a soft ripple along the middle of the floor. It looked like it there was water starting to pool up from a drain.

“While we're at it, I hope you don't mind I bring along a friend of yours.”

The water continued to build in the middle of the room starting to seep into the padding going through all the cracks. It looked as if the room was filling itself up with water which cause the patient to panic trying to get up from of the floor in an attempt to stand using his front half to press against the walls making his legs and feet scramble up along it like an insect trying avoid rain.

“Since I know you start with a W how about I spit ball a few names that begin with it so I know where to take off from there.” this being got up from his chair so casually as if not aware of the water filling up the room starting to become deeper and deeper.

He walked away from where that strange man stood and started calling for help frantically as the water rose faster with each step he took. With each step you could hear a soft squishing noise underneath as soon as a foot came down and the other followed.

“H-help me! H-help me!!” he yelled with a breathy panic at the door way starting to kick at the cool metal door in front of him, his eyes darting around while looking out the window.

“Is your name Waldo?” he pondered with the left hand on his chin and the free hand holding sporting that elbow.

The water was reaching passed his hips as he started walking around the water backing away from the door after feeling something touch his legs within the depths.

“Of course it's not Waldo! That's the silly gent whose always losing himself in a crowd of people.” he chuckled at the amusement at child's book.

Panic shot up his spine causing him to quiver and move away from the door starting to look around at the dark deepening pool before his waist. His eye darted around hurried to find the culprit swimming about.

“How about William? That sounds like a dapper name if I do say so.” his expression was calm and fair as the water had no effect on him or his state of well being.

This caused the man to a point a wide range of discomfort and shifting becoming unsettled in quiet disbelief at this gentleman.

After a few moments of deadly silence he mumbled, “H-how did you k-know?”

A wicked laughter rung through the air as if there was a funny joke that he never heard. The room became even colder as the laughter continued a white puff of air escaped his lips as he found it harder to breathe water now going passed his chest.

He didn't notice it at first but he could feel the damping of his jacket with the water now flowing up towards his neck giving at last attempt to scream out loud hoping desperately that someone would hear his pleas for help as he struggled to keep above the water for as long as he could hearing the last words from the other mans lips.

“My good friend William...if you don't mind me calling you that, I do believe I said we were playing a game. If I recall there were no rules about me not allowed to read your files before hand. Or any for that sake at all.” his voice carried a low tone and had been filled with cunning.

With the last word gone into his ears the water completely filled up the entire room and he seemed to have vanished just like that.

It took only a few more moments for any of the staff to come down to check on him. When they found him they saw him on the floor, blue in the face from holding in his breath for too long. He caused himself to black out from the lack of oxygen in his lungs that his body screamed for. Immediately they had opened the door and carried him out on a stretcher towards the direction of the inner hospital area.

He took a stroll along the outside of the cafeteria lounge whistling a soft weird melody that had been the tune of Fur Elise. In his hands was a small round object black as night swirling with deep blues and soft yellows. He took his time to observe it as he stood just outside the doorway peering into the object with such affection when he over heard something. It wasn't like him to pry into conversations but, he heard two staff members mention about the incident of his good friend William whom he visited earlier.

“They said they found not a problem with his vitals and his body temperature was perfectly fine.” said the first.

“What's so bad about that?” replied the other.

“Nothing until he started shaking violently, drenching a few towels and his jacket with sweat like the doctor's had never seen.”

That little tidbit made his day as he walked off with a skip in his step pocketing a small orb into his jacket. It was just the beginning of his day with more fun to come and plenty of delicious, tasty fear and insanity to collect before the day was done. The more he thought of it, the more reason for his spinal cord to shiver in delight.