Mysteries and Suspense Short Stories Collection - Tamikio L. Reardon (ereader manga .TXT) 📗

that swept along its panels. Undecided what to do, I took a good long look at my surroundings. There were ten rooms on the second floor also five on both sides. As I started to take steps down the hallway of the second floor I begin to hear crying that of a baby. Gasping and taking hold of my knife which still lies inside my coat pocket, I stopped to listen to where the baby crying could be coming from. It seems it was coming from the fifth room on the left side of the hallway at the end of the hall. What if that was my daughter? Running down the hall to the fifth room on the left I looked in the window of that room. This time there were three people inside of this room. There was furniture. There was a bed, a television, two dresser drawers, a rocking chair and a baby crib. There was a man sitting in the rocking and he was holding something…..was it a baby? Leaning closer to get a better look into the ghostly pale illuminated room, I gripped my mouth in horror refusing to let at scream escape my throat. I stood there watching in horror as I saw the man in the rocking chair holding a baby had its head was missing. There was also a woman. The woman was lying on the bed in a rest in peace position she was wearing a white night gown……and her head was missing too. Finally I let out a horrific scream and I backed up a little from the glass window and the door. The man in the rocking chair stopped rocking. No wait, it was one of the teenagers with the black hoodie still I could not see the face of the boy. Now I could see the woman’s dissembled head lying on the other side in the bed next to her and the baby’s head was lying inside the crib! Oh my hell! Again I took off running down the end of the hall only to come to another set of elevators these were leading to the third floor. What will I find this time up here? Christ I had to find my daughter! I got on the elevators leading up to the third floor. All thoughts started to run through my head now. This place was an asylum and it was asylum for children! Those group of horrible gang members brought my daughter here to a children’s asylum! What were they going to do here with her? Kill her just like all the others kids I’ve seen here so far? What happened in this place? Were all the children killed and murdered here? The elevators to the third floor opened and again I found myself standing in the middle of the hallway. This floor looked different from the first and second floors. This floor was the floor for all records that were being held on the children here at the asylum. This was where all the doctors, nurse and head people took care of business on the asylum. There were no children

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rooms up here on this floor. How long had this place been vacant? What happened here? I walked down the hall still gripping the knife in my coat pocket reading the signs on the front doors of the room. There was the nurses’ station off the right where people were supposed to sign in when they were admitted. There were old computers, desks and chairs still placed in the nurses’ station section. It seems this place was just left vacant and not shut down. There was still equipment left inside the building and the door had not even been locked when I came in. I bet nobody has even bothered to look in on this place in years. The first door on the left was the record room. This was the room where they kept all the children’s record and information. I had to see if I could get inside maybe there was something in there that could help me find my daughter. I have to save her and fast. The door was unlocked of course. Slowly slipping into the room I locked the door behind me. There were eleven rows of sections were records were being stored. To my horror the records were still inside this room! Something terrible happened in this place. This place was not shut down it seem for some reason people just up and left this place and everything in it! There was a table and chair hidden over in the farther corner of the room. It was old and dusted with cobwebs. The table and chair was so discolored no human being could tell what color it had once been. The eleven rows of record were labeled and sectioned from A to Z. There was a sign on the wall in the first row of records. The sign read “Parkway Children’s Asylum” yes just as I thought this was an asylum for children meaning they were crazy or just orphans. They also had the ages of the children who occupied the asylum as well as their names from A to Z. The ages ran from one month to seventeen years old. What happened to the children once they reached eighteen? I grabbed one set of records from the A section of the group. As I reached for the record I saw another box in front of the A group of the records. Taking both the A group and the first box to the old table and chair I placed both boxes on the old table after cleaning it off. Wiping off the dusted cobweb chair also I sat down grabbing the first information from the first box. Turning the box over on the opposite side there was as white piece of paper taped to the front of the box. The titled read “Introduction of Parkway Children’s Asylum.” Reading the first file, I took this to be the introduction on this place, the full introduction that is. The paper was almost a yellow crumbled file, but it was still readable.

 

 

 

 

 

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Parkway Children’s Asylum: January 1, 1888

The Robert Lee Files

Documentary Journalism Report

 

(In my own words) This place is a mad house. I stayed here and did my journal research for over a year and a half to two years. How did I manage to stay here is beyond me. This place was so unrealistic I didn’t have time to sit and write a real journal on this. February 13, 1886, I worked here as a journalist for nearly a year and a half to two years. After only being here a year I began to witness some of the most unspeakable things that has been going on here involving the children. There were new born, infants, toddlers and teenagers who vacant this place. Out of all the children in the asylum there were only five teenagers…..three boys and two girls. But, there was something terribly wrong with this place and it got to the children. It has said to have happened here in the 1800’s that this place was haunted. Many people died here including children and the spirits seem to inhabit them to do bad things to others here in this place. There was a secret group ….. a secret group who practiced voodoo cult in the basement walls of this asylum. They were said to sacrifice children to possess powerful domestic spirits to take over god know what. Later on in 1820’s this group finally reached its plan sacrificing children who vacated here and later on they all committee suicide to take on a higher power. Now the secret cult group haunted the walls of this asylum and they started inhabiting the children……

 

After reading the journal of Robert Lee it seems he never did finish this documentary.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Dropping the files onto the floor I suddenly felt sick and realized that I could not read anymore of this. I did not want to go through the names of the children who vacated this place. Still there is a mystery to how long this place has been left vacant and abandon. My guess is that the secret group got so strong here they ran out or killed every single soul in this building and now this place is left as it is. Not one single person dared to come near this place after all that has happened they just …..left it here. I have gotten myself into real horrified dangers by taking my wife and daughter to move into this town now my wife is dead and my daughter is missing somewhere inside this place subjected to what was done to these children back in the 1800’s. I stopped to think……there are two things I just noticed. One, what happened to my wife? After I awaken from cradling her in my arms in her pool of blood I never saw my wife’s body again? And two, Robert Lee documentary mentioned five teenagers, three boys and two girls? Could they been the gang who killed my wife and took my daughter? A dead gang? Had these teenagers been dead for over several decades? And they still vacate this building? They died here in the 1800’s subjected to the evil of the secret cult group their souls never left this building along with many others I have go find my baby and fast! Dropping the files into the floor and table I ran out of the record room and down the end of the third floor to the next set of elevators which I now knew would take me to the fourth floor. This time pulling the knife out of my pocket I now knew what I was up against and of course this knife was not going to work. How will I get those evil spirits out of the group of dead teenagers? That will be the only way I can defeat them and get my daughter back if it’s not too late. Silently watching the elevators open to the fourth floor I slowly stepped out and stood in front them. Listening to the rummaging sound of the closing elevator doors I now knew how to retain my fear. I was now dealing with the supernatural in a rundown town that seems to vacate one haunted building that has been haunted for nearly decades. Still standing in front of the now quiet elevator closed doors, I stared down the dark and gloomy hallways of the asylum. I had this strong feeling that this floor was where my daughter was. I could hear the ghost of infants crying. How could they have had the hearts to kill infants? There was just no explanation for strong pure evil. Griping the knife insight now I held it firmly in front of me. As I got farther into the hallways I stopped to get a good clear look at what I saw in front of me at the end of the hall. I could see my knuckles turning white from the tight grip hold of the big butcher knife. Looking back up at what was in front of me I knew the knife would not work it just felt it would at the time. I looked at them with mincing rage and hatred. There they were standing in front of me a distance down the hall at the end with what I knew to be another set of elevators to the fifth floor. I knew for sure I was not getting to the fifth floor there was no need to. I spoke out loud to myself “Timothy, you have to be strong and save your daughter your all she’s got.” I stared at the five teenagers unable to hold the fear that I was really standing in front of a bunch of ghost. No, wait, there not