The Grey Gull Sanitarium - The Final Chapter

   I opened the basement door and started my descent. There was one light on covering the stairs, but beyond that, complete darkness after the last step.

 

   I'm a lefty. So I clumsily took out my torch with my right hand while holding firmly the steel pipe with my left. Not a cold day chance in Hell was I going to put down my weapon. I had to be ready for anything.

   The first step creaked as I put wait on it.

   What else could I do? I had to keep going. Bryce could be in trouble and need my help.

   The second step was quieter but I still took my time down each one. At the bottom, I had no choice but to turn on my torch.

   The basement had that musty smell you get when a part of a building doesn't get any circulating airflow. The ceiling and walls were painted grey, unlike all the rooms upstairs which were all covered in white.

   I took the torch and made a sweep of the area. Huge wooden crates and plastic totes covered most of the floor. They were sectioned off into areas so there were paths between each group.

   Maybe for easy access, I imagine.

Down the middle path, on the opposite side of the basement, a set of double doors had an ominous light peeking from the bottom.

   This must be where the shipping dock is located, I thought. That must be where Bryce is being held captive.

   As I walked slowly through the stockpiles of boxes, I noticed that each section of totes and crates had sequences of numbers stenciled on their sides.

   What kind of experiments are they doing here at the sanitarium? Could this be a group of terrorists? Trying to make some kind of dirty bomb? my panicked mind imagined. Should I run for it and call the constable? Take my chances with the law afterwards?

   I wasn't sure what I should do, until I heard a faint whistling coming from the other side of the double doors.

   Someone was enjoying themselves. Probably torturing Bryce right now. I need to put an end to this and save my friend no matter what happens to me!

   I put my torch on a large crate and aimed at the double doors so I could see the handle I was going to pull on. After taking a deep breath, I pulled on it and started screaming as I ran into the docking area, looking for someone to club.

   I don't know how I missed him, but behind me Bryce said, "What are you going to do with that?"

   I turned around and saw him in a guards uniform smiling.

   "What the hell is going on around here?" I screamed at him.

   "Oh, didn't I tell you mate. I got a part time job being a security guard here. Hollywood has rented the place out to make a movie."

   So I club him. That's how he ended up here in the hospital Constable MacGregor.

This is,

Saying I Would Have Reacted In The Same Manner

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“Give them pleasure. The same pleasure they have when they wake up from a nightmare.”
- Alfred Hitchcock -

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