From the tattered outskirts of the land juts a set of twin spires into the sky. The spires themselves something awe inspiring to behold. No one really knows who built them originally. Their history lost in the ravages of time. All that is known about this place right now,is what Evil has discovered;and divulged to those willing to know. Evil has claimed this former sanitarium as her personal home. There were,of course;any number of castles and other abodes she could have chosen...but they were not her. They did not fit her personality.
As you walk up the path to the main entrance,you are greeted by large iron gates. One must question whether these gates were to keep people out,or patients in. She prefers to think the latter,knowing herself the strain and pain of having"issues". The gates seem rusty and the lock is crusted over with lime and debris from lack of use. As you get the gates finally open the wind howls and a noticeable chill rushes up to greet you. You swear you hear a faint scream of torment as the wind howls louder,whipping the trees around you into a frenzy. A fear grips at your spine as a voice whispers along the breeze
"Don't be afraid,this place will not harm you;only you can harm yourself."
Not knowing who the voice belongs to,and not bothering to find out;you press onward. Once standing in front of the main entranceway,you notice the bronze doorplate upon the heavy red oak door reading
"This is the home of where the mind heals,or the soul fails;that choice is up to you"
Once again you gulp back your fear and using the knocking ring upon the door,you hear nothing but a heavy echo down the corridors of the asylum. You push the doors open yourself with an audible creaking sound,the sound not unlike the banshees that squeal warning of inpending doom and death. A foul stench of decay and rot let you know that not a lot has disturbed this place in several years,as dust billows out of the doorway into the breeze;blocking your view for an instant.
You walk in and you hear your footsteps echoing blankly upon the hard unpolished stone floor. You wonder how on earth anyone can live in these conditions. The forboding sense of your mind starting to lose it's grip on your sanity makes you shiver. Pressing on,you notice several locked doors. You stop every so often to see if you can see anything through the barred windows of the doors. Sometimes you make out an examination table,or perhaps a shelving of bottles and such. Occassionally an intrument of"help"is seen glittering on a table or perhaps lieing carelessly dropped to the floor.
You walk to the main chamber,past several stairwells that are blocked by clutter and fallen stone and woodwork,bloodied handprints line the walls;showing that apparently this place was not a place that loved ones placed you in to get well. Perhaps it was a place of dark experimentation, or perhaps you are reading all of this wrong? Who knows? Nobody does,except for maybe Evil;as this place seems to enjoy it's secrets.
You finally see a lone stone seat,no padding,covered in dust. Standing in the middle of the room, a skylight directly overhead so that a glimmer of light seems to shine on it constantly,only dimly illuminating it. Scrawled in the dust of the years by a delicate finger is the word
"Evil"
A cackling giggling is heard as you are suddenly aware you are not alone here. Your eye's widen and your pulse races as you hear a faint woman's voice nearly lost in maniacal laughter say from the shadows
"Welcome to the house where Evil dwells"
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