- Posted: Wed, 08 Aug 2012 00:20:29 +0000
The crack of lightning across the ghastly sky causes your eyes to snap open. While confusion creeps across your consciousness like a spider scuttling towards its prey, thunder roars so loud one has a worry about losing their hearing. As you remove the mind dulling sleepiness of a faraway dream, you notice you’re lying in an area of dead grass. No trees, no shrubbery, no water….nothing…..just dead, brown, grass. Another split of lightning illuminates the one and only object within your visual: the silhouette of a building in the distance. The random lightning strikes light up the building as you stare at it; your only feelings are a sense of foreboding and growing dread. All around you more bodies appear to awake from their slumber.
Mere moments after everyone’s awakening, the people around you gather out of growing fear of sensory deprivation. You soon realize the only sounds around you are the cracks of lightning and booming of thunder. There isn’t even the sound of your own breathing, no one can scream, or even whisper. It soon became apparent to everyone that there is nothing to but make your way towards the ominous building in the distance. However, the closer you get the more terrifying the large, dead terrain becomes. With little light to fight back emptiness, shadows appear to jump out and move on their own as if needing to feed on the newcomers. What was even more frightening was there was nothing about in the terrain to create the shadows. Walking ever closer to the building you notice a haphazard graveyard off to the side that sends shivers down your spine. Through all your walking, you notice the grass never crunches beneath your feet, the wind never howls in your ears, you never hear the whimpers of your companions; only the constant crack of the lightning and boom of the thunder as you attempt to get closer to the building. Something strikes you odd as you really focus on the building before you; no matter how close you get, it never gains any more detail than it had before.
When your group finally reaches the doorstep, you get your first real look at the building before you. The walls are flat, dull brick with big cracks here and there, making you wonder if the building is structurally sound. Mist seems to pour out around the base of the building creeping and slithering around the ground. Sound suddenly reaches your ears, but as you look for the source you find nothing but silence once again. If phantom voices and ghostly mists aren't enough to tingle every hair on your body the atmosphere itself washes a sense of fear and foreboding over you. Around you are hospital beds, gurneys, and medical equipment strewn about the area, from a time that no longer exists, one can’t help but to imagine what lurks behind the closed doors before you.
You look up to see a sign, but you can’t quite make out what it says behind all the gouges and red paint…..at least you hope it is paint. Someone reaches out to knock on the door when suddenly it swings open and you are engulfed by a woooosh of cold, uninviting air.
A pair of creepy, smiling twins greet you and pull you into the building,
“Welcome to Sunny Day Asylum!!!”