Sharing a Story
October 5th 2008 12:46
I thought since I've been really busy and rarely have time to sit down and write (and wanna chill when I do have time..), I'd share a little something today. This is a story that I wrote about 3 years ago. I have been told by the handful of people that have actually read it that it is very good. I've made 2 attempts to get it out to a wider audience, both which fail. So I thought I'd put it here, that way I don't have to do much and my readers actually have something to read. For the record I am working on a sequel to this. I now present to you my story.
Be warned, the following story does get a little....horrific.
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Sanitys Limit
Following the path of the mad
In the fall of 1294, I started my first year at A.G.P. Institution. Ill admit, I was a bit scared, but I had been trained to deal with the insane. Yes, A.G.P. was indeed a mental institution, and I was now one of the people that did the dirty work, though I didnt realize just how dirty work could get. Id always wanted to help those whom couldnt help themselves, so I thought what better way than to help with the insane. Training for this took six and a half weeks, but I was finally thorough it, I was trained on how to deal with all the basic problems I may run into, as well as a bit of counseling and, of course, exactly how to help them. Now, there was one slight obstacle in the way, I had not, at the time, even come near anyone who was even remotely insane; nonetheless completely insane.
When I first arrived on sight, I was somewhat astonished by the building. It looked more like a fort, or even a prison, than that which held the insane. I really didnt see the point in the safety measures. There was a large, stone wall, along with two barred, gates, which were also large. The building itself was somewhat grim looking, I didnt expect something fancy, but then, I didnt expect grim either. Some of the building was slowly being eaten by vines, and almost all was faded, if not blacken, from some unknown cause. One could also tell that the building was old, or so it seemed. It was quite weather worn, its large stone blocks cut by wind and water. To top it, the building was on an island, with a sandbar, if it could be called that, nearby. A connecting bridge was built between the sandbar and its giant companion. On the sandbar, was a port, or rather, a dock, for arriving ships that mainly carried supplies, but sometimes inmates or new workers, such as myself. The island itself wasnt a pretty sight either, swamp like and sodden, I suspected it was nothing more than a large, clumped pile of muck and mud, with some debris to boot.
I trod through the sick looking, soggy earth over to the gates. Another thing that struck me as odd was the fact that there were no guards or watchmen, and I was surprised that the gates werent locked when I swung them open to enter the main yard, a cesspool of muck and whatnot. The gates were crusted over with fine rust, I suppose from the cold, damp air. That air gave me the feel like I was in a horrid place. I shrugged off my bad feeling and headed to the entrance, which was raised up a bit from the ground, several, black and chipped stone stairs led up to it. I climbed up the stairs, and swung open the ruddy, damp wooden door; its hinges creaking as it did.
The inside was in extreme contrast with the outside, a plain room, lit with many candles and torches. Over to my left there was someone at the counter, who looked up as I closed the door behind me. I treaded over to the counter to introduce myself. I told the man sitting behind the desk my name and why I was there. He nodded in comprehension and said the manager was waiting on me. He indicated a door to his right and told me to go to the office. I thanked him and headed for the office, which I was told, was the first door in the Short Hall, on the left.
The Short Hall was also plain, nothing surprising. I entered the office, a medium sized room full of wooden desks, at which my soon to be fellow employees were working. At the far end was a much larger, fancier desk that looked to be imported from another country. I stepped up, and noticed a sign that said Algas Sanchiv, head doctor. I supposed he was the manager. He was working with his head down, scribbling almost frantically with a quill. After a moment he looked up and immediately recognized me. He said he was expecting me. Before saying anything else, he stood up and looked around the room a moment, explaining that he had some brief business to attain to before I was to be entered. He announced that he needed someone to go to the Black Ward with him. At this, everyone seemed to work faster and twice as hard. He muttered something; Im not sure of what it was, but I thought I heard him say; Lousy employees, dont even .Whats wrong? Afraid of them? ....Been this way since bitten off He turned to me and asked me if I would help him, he said he would double the amount of my first pay if I did. I agreed; I just had to find out exactly what he was muttering about. He thanked me told me to follow him, without another word we set off out of the office.
Algas was walking somewhat fast paced down the Short Hall. The rounded the corner and set off down was mustve been the Long Hall. All this time he said not one word, neither did I for I was trying to keep up with him. Algas wasnt exactly built like a doctor, more like a savage barbarian; standing at least six feet tall and mustve weighed three hundred pounds. His broad shoulders made him look like he was wearing pauldrons underneath his robe, which was white with a blue hem on the cuffs, neck, and bottom. His sash was also blue. I suppose the blue showed his ranking and importance, because everyone elses was different. At the end of the hall, he stopped and opened a door that was oddly placed on the right. He led me into a somewhat dark and tight passage that was short, maybe six feet in length tops. Then we were in a large room that had two more rooms sectioned out of it. In this room, there were guards armed with deadly looking weapons and strong steel armor. This room looked more as if it belonged in a prison. Algas told me without turning that this was the guard room. He then indicated the two walls that were part of other rooms and told me that those were the Red and Black Wards. They held the most dangerous of all, especially the Black Ward. He then told me, without any hint of fear or any other emotion in his voice; that we were going into the Black Ward.
He strode over to the door, I stood there worried. He turned and asked me if I was coming, I shivered and told him yes. Slowly, I walked over too where he was standing, his hand on the handle of the door. He took out a set of keys and unlocked it, put them away, and without word proceeded to open the door. It swung open with a creak, inside the black ward was dark. He took out a small candle, and I thought I saw him touch the wick to light it. He stepped into the room, telling me to follow in close and to shut the door behind me. My heart dropped out of my body when I heard it lock behind me when I closed it.
The light of the candle was now our only source of light, its light dancing weirdly upon the grim walls. I thought that I saw glints of shining, fresh blood upon the walls, which made my fear grow greater. We walk on through was seemed like a fairly narrow room. I thought I kept seeing skulls and bones, human bones lying upon the floor, along with shreds of flesh. Once or twice I heard myself step into a puddle of something, I dared not look down, I knew for sure Id see blood if I did. We walked for what seemed to be all of eternity, finally coming to the end of the room. At this point, I heard faint screams, maddening, sickening screams of torment and insanity.
All this time, Algas said not a word. He silently crouched and what I saw was him pull up the floor, as though it was a door. Then, I thought he started to back down, just levitating, going lower and lower. He then beckoned me to come down, I hesitated. He had pulled up the floor and was levitating down the hatch; did he think I was crazy? Alas, what choice did I have? The door back across the room was locked; I had no choice but to follow him.
I too turned and started down the hole. My thoughts were right, as I lowered my leg. There was no ladder beneath. I lowered in much of my leg, waving it, looking for something, anything, as a foothold. Thats when I thought I felt something grab me, and the next thing I know Im being pulled down. I reached out frantically, trying to grab hold of something to prevent me from falling. The only thing I managed to get was a bloodstained hand that held a bone. I let a scream, and fell.
I knew I was going to die. I fell for what seemed forever. As I fell, I thought I saw luminous faces of ghosts as I spiraled downwards. I finally hit the bottom, alive, alas; fate wasnt going to be kind to me. The pain I was in was indescribable, crippling, and unbearable. If Id have been able to yell, I wouldve, but the impact had knocked the breath from my lungs. I managed to barely turn my head, as I did I spotted a light, I just knew it was Algas. Then to my despair, I realized once my vision had cleared, that it was not Algas, but a torch on the wall. The wall was soaked with blood, and the torch was being held be a skull, which was held by a hooked chain, hanging from somewhere above, in the blackness.
It was here, I met my end. I heard evil, twisted laughter, loud and clear as day. The laughter was coming from everywhere, evil and wicked, like something that came from the darkest, most burning, evil recesses of the bowels of hell. I soon found myself surrounded by beasts of men. They looked like vile minions, exiled into insanity for all eternity. Their faces were smeared with glinting blood, some where rabidly gnawing on bones. One has a necklace, a thorny and rugged chain with a heart impaled through it. They all were boney, pale, and wore nothing but loincloths, though some wore bloody human flesh.
I knew that I ended here; I was in too much fear to even close my eyes. The one with the heart necklace stepped forward and uttered Uoy ignibe ish alk ger era alop wef gil enasni wagga!
I had no clue what he had said, but the next thing I knew was I was being closed in on. Their circle tightened, almost to the point that their twisted, evil forms blocked the light of the torch. They stopped once I could no longer see the walls or anything around me, just the rancid looking vile beasts of hell. The leader stepped forward, and then circled around me, all the while chanting Aru yoe aneins! Aru yoe aneins! He stopped after a moment, appearing over me, his boney legs formed a death arch over me. He looked down and said aru yoe aneins! before lowering himself and opening his maw, reveling chipped and sharpened teeth.
I felt the extreme, excruciating pain as he bit right into my skull. He raised himself, my own blood dripping upon my face. I wondered why I wasnt dead when I realized that he was chewing not only part of my skull, but he managed a nice bite of my own brain. He then stood over me chewing, bits of my flesh and blood falling upon me, as if fate itself were mocking me, denying me of mercy.
He then stepped away, and I noticed the circle part. A light fluttered in, not from the torch, but from a candle, Alsgass candle. He stopped in the circle and looked down upon me. Could it be that he too was here to torment me? He smiled and said, Congratulations Minnit, youre insane. All of this you have imagined nothing is real.
It was then I woke up, passed out on a cold hard floor. I arose back in the ward, back in my room. I got up and stretched, yawning. My stay here at A.G.P. was really going to my head, such a crazy dream I had. I sighed and look out the window, nighttime once more. I stared outside for awhile, then I thought I heard someone come in. It didnt matter to me anymore. Probably someone coming to tell me it was time for dinner. I turned and looked when I didnt hear anyone. Hello? I said, but there was silence. I must have been imagining things. I turned back to the window.
It was then I heard a thud, and turned around. There, right in front of me was the same being that had eaten me in my dream. Before I could do anything, he leapt upon me and bit into my skull, right into my brain once more. I tried to swing him off, doing a half turn to the window. It was there I saw Algas, he looked at me and smiled, then said the words, those haunting words; clear as day, chilling as cold, dead night; Aru yoe aneins!
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Comments are always welcome, and I hope you enjoyed.
Until next time, this is Anthoric the Angry saying: Farewell.
Be warned, the following story does get a little....horrific.
----------------------------- ----------------------------- ----------------------------- ------------------------
Sanitys Limit
Following the path of the mad
In the fall of 1294, I started my first year at A.G.P. Institution. Ill admit, I was a bit scared, but I had been trained to deal with the insane. Yes, A.G.P. was indeed a mental institution, and I was now one of the people that did the dirty work, though I didnt realize just how dirty work could get. Id always wanted to help those whom couldnt help themselves, so I thought what better way than to help with the insane. Training for this took six and a half weeks, but I was finally thorough it, I was trained on how to deal with all the basic problems I may run into, as well as a bit of counseling and, of course, exactly how to help them. Now, there was one slight obstacle in the way, I had not, at the time, even come near anyone who was even remotely insane; nonetheless completely insane.
When I first arrived on sight, I was somewhat astonished by the building. It looked more like a fort, or even a prison, than that which held the insane. I really didnt see the point in the safety measures. There was a large, stone wall, along with two barred, gates, which were also large. The building itself was somewhat grim looking, I didnt expect something fancy, but then, I didnt expect grim either. Some of the building was slowly being eaten by vines, and almost all was faded, if not blacken, from some unknown cause. One could also tell that the building was old, or so it seemed. It was quite weather worn, its large stone blocks cut by wind and water. To top it, the building was on an island, with a sandbar, if it could be called that, nearby. A connecting bridge was built between the sandbar and its giant companion. On the sandbar, was a port, or rather, a dock, for arriving ships that mainly carried supplies, but sometimes inmates or new workers, such as myself. The island itself wasnt a pretty sight either, swamp like and sodden, I suspected it was nothing more than a large, clumped pile of muck and mud, with some debris to boot.
I trod through the sick looking, soggy earth over to the gates. Another thing that struck me as odd was the fact that there were no guards or watchmen, and I was surprised that the gates werent locked when I swung them open to enter the main yard, a cesspool of muck and whatnot. The gates were crusted over with fine rust, I suppose from the cold, damp air. That air gave me the feel like I was in a horrid place. I shrugged off my bad feeling and headed to the entrance, which was raised up a bit from the ground, several, black and chipped stone stairs led up to it. I climbed up the stairs, and swung open the ruddy, damp wooden door; its hinges creaking as it did.
The inside was in extreme contrast with the outside, a plain room, lit with many candles and torches. Over to my left there was someone at the counter, who looked up as I closed the door behind me. I treaded over to the counter to introduce myself. I told the man sitting behind the desk my name and why I was there. He nodded in comprehension and said the manager was waiting on me. He indicated a door to his right and told me to go to the office. I thanked him and headed for the office, which I was told, was the first door in the Short Hall, on the left.
The Short Hall was also plain, nothing surprising. I entered the office, a medium sized room full of wooden desks, at which my soon to be fellow employees were working. At the far end was a much larger, fancier desk that looked to be imported from another country. I stepped up, and noticed a sign that said Algas Sanchiv, head doctor. I supposed he was the manager. He was working with his head down, scribbling almost frantically with a quill. After a moment he looked up and immediately recognized me. He said he was expecting me. Before saying anything else, he stood up and looked around the room a moment, explaining that he had some brief business to attain to before I was to be entered. He announced that he needed someone to go to the Black Ward with him. At this, everyone seemed to work faster and twice as hard. He muttered something; Im not sure of what it was, but I thought I heard him say; Lousy employees, dont even .Whats wrong? Afraid of them? ....Been this way since bitten off He turned to me and asked me if I would help him, he said he would double the amount of my first pay if I did. I agreed; I just had to find out exactly what he was muttering about. He thanked me told me to follow him, without another word we set off out of the office.
Algas was walking somewhat fast paced down the Short Hall. The rounded the corner and set off down was mustve been the Long Hall. All this time he said not one word, neither did I for I was trying to keep up with him. Algas wasnt exactly built like a doctor, more like a savage barbarian; standing at least six feet tall and mustve weighed three hundred pounds. His broad shoulders made him look like he was wearing pauldrons underneath his robe, which was white with a blue hem on the cuffs, neck, and bottom. His sash was also blue. I suppose the blue showed his ranking and importance, because everyone elses was different. At the end of the hall, he stopped and opened a door that was oddly placed on the right. He led me into a somewhat dark and tight passage that was short, maybe six feet in length tops. Then we were in a large room that had two more rooms sectioned out of it. In this room, there were guards armed with deadly looking weapons and strong steel armor. This room looked more as if it belonged in a prison. Algas told me without turning that this was the guard room. He then indicated the two walls that were part of other rooms and told me that those were the Red and Black Wards. They held the most dangerous of all, especially the Black Ward. He then told me, without any hint of fear or any other emotion in his voice; that we were going into the Black Ward.
He strode over to the door, I stood there worried. He turned and asked me if I was coming, I shivered and told him yes. Slowly, I walked over too where he was standing, his hand on the handle of the door. He took out a set of keys and unlocked it, put them away, and without word proceeded to open the door. It swung open with a creak, inside the black ward was dark. He took out a small candle, and I thought I saw him touch the wick to light it. He stepped into the room, telling me to follow in close and to shut the door behind me. My heart dropped out of my body when I heard it lock behind me when I closed it.
The light of the candle was now our only source of light, its light dancing weirdly upon the grim walls. I thought that I saw glints of shining, fresh blood upon the walls, which made my fear grow greater. We walk on through was seemed like a fairly narrow room. I thought I kept seeing skulls and bones, human bones lying upon the floor, along with shreds of flesh. Once or twice I heard myself step into a puddle of something, I dared not look down, I knew for sure Id see blood if I did. We walked for what seemed to be all of eternity, finally coming to the end of the room. At this point, I heard faint screams, maddening, sickening screams of torment and insanity.
All this time, Algas said not a word. He silently crouched and what I saw was him pull up the floor, as though it was a door. Then, I thought he started to back down, just levitating, going lower and lower. He then beckoned me to come down, I hesitated. He had pulled up the floor and was levitating down the hatch; did he think I was crazy? Alas, what choice did I have? The door back across the room was locked; I had no choice but to follow him.
I too turned and started down the hole. My thoughts were right, as I lowered my leg. There was no ladder beneath. I lowered in much of my leg, waving it, looking for something, anything, as a foothold. Thats when I thought I felt something grab me, and the next thing I know Im being pulled down. I reached out frantically, trying to grab hold of something to prevent me from falling. The only thing I managed to get was a bloodstained hand that held a bone. I let a scream, and fell.
I knew I was going to die. I fell for what seemed forever. As I fell, I thought I saw luminous faces of ghosts as I spiraled downwards. I finally hit the bottom, alive, alas; fate wasnt going to be kind to me. The pain I was in was indescribable, crippling, and unbearable. If Id have been able to yell, I wouldve, but the impact had knocked the breath from my lungs. I managed to barely turn my head, as I did I spotted a light, I just knew it was Algas. Then to my despair, I realized once my vision had cleared, that it was not Algas, but a torch on the wall. The wall was soaked with blood, and the torch was being held be a skull, which was held by a hooked chain, hanging from somewhere above, in the blackness.
It was here, I met my end. I heard evil, twisted laughter, loud and clear as day. The laughter was coming from everywhere, evil and wicked, like something that came from the darkest, most burning, evil recesses of the bowels of hell. I soon found myself surrounded by beasts of men. They looked like vile minions, exiled into insanity for all eternity. Their faces were smeared with glinting blood, some where rabidly gnawing on bones. One has a necklace, a thorny and rugged chain with a heart impaled through it. They all were boney, pale, and wore nothing but loincloths, though some wore bloody human flesh.
I knew that I ended here; I was in too much fear to even close my eyes. The one with the heart necklace stepped forward and uttered Uoy ignibe ish alk ger era alop wef gil enasni wagga!
I had no clue what he had said, but the next thing I knew was I was being closed in on. Their circle tightened, almost to the point that their twisted, evil forms blocked the light of the torch. They stopped once I could no longer see the walls or anything around me, just the rancid looking vile beasts of hell. The leader stepped forward, and then circled around me, all the while chanting Aru yoe aneins! Aru yoe aneins! He stopped after a moment, appearing over me, his boney legs formed a death arch over me. He looked down and said aru yoe aneins! before lowering himself and opening his maw, reveling chipped and sharpened teeth.
I felt the extreme, excruciating pain as he bit right into my skull. He raised himself, my own blood dripping upon my face. I wondered why I wasnt dead when I realized that he was chewing not only part of my skull, but he managed a nice bite of my own brain. He then stood over me chewing, bits of my flesh and blood falling upon me, as if fate itself were mocking me, denying me of mercy.
He then stepped away, and I noticed the circle part. A light fluttered in, not from the torch, but from a candle, Alsgass candle. He stopped in the circle and looked down upon me. Could it be that he too was here to torment me? He smiled and said, Congratulations Minnit, youre insane. All of this you have imagined nothing is real.
It was then I woke up, passed out on a cold hard floor. I arose back in the ward, back in my room. I got up and stretched, yawning. My stay here at A.G.P. was really going to my head, such a crazy dream I had. I sighed and look out the window, nighttime once more. I stared outside for awhile, then I thought I heard someone come in. It didnt matter to me anymore. Probably someone coming to tell me it was time for dinner. I turned and looked when I didnt hear anyone. Hello? I said, but there was silence. I must have been imagining things. I turned back to the window.
It was then I heard a thud, and turned around. There, right in front of me was the same being that had eaten me in my dream. Before I could do anything, he leapt upon me and bit into my skull, right into my brain once more. I tried to swing him off, doing a half turn to the window. It was there I saw Algas, he looked at me and smiled, then said the words, those haunting words; clear as day, chilling as cold, dead night; Aru yoe aneins!
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Comments are always welcome, and I hope you enjoyed.
Until next time, this is Anthoric the Angry saying: Farewell.
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