Post by Alina Bullard / Kiara Rayne on Jul 17, 2020 20:31:42 GMT -6
From the distance the building looked yellow. Trees overpowered around the building as if they were now a part of the structure. The two-story building stood its ground against them and fought back. But time was taking its toll.
Sitting in front of it was a sign. Coming into focus you could just barely make out the name:
Hot Springs Mental Hospital
“Asylum for the Mentally Disturbed”
Female Voice: “Screams can be heard for miles. People come and go from this place all the time. But only one remains a permanent resident.” (An evil laugh is heard off camera.)
The unknown voice continues to speak. When the camera man tries to turn to face a hand covers the lens and shoves it back to focus on the building. Very soft and a soft spoken yet the words come out cold and malicious.
“Are you sure you want to enter? I’ve heard no one comes back from seeing her the same. It’s as if you lose all sense of reality from yourself and the world. Only she matters. You will belong to her. Just like…..”
The voice goes quiet. Nothing is heard but a few shallow breaths beginning taken in and out. Time stops and this unknown person is waiting, teasing, taunting us with the knowledge of what they know.
“We all belong to her. Everything is for her. We give ourselves to her so she can fight. Fight and win. For she is the true victor. She will overcome them all. You see the Undead Queen will live and claim what belongs to her. No one is safe. No one!”
Footsteps are heard as the camera turns to see a shadow fall into the darkness of woods surrounding the building. All that you can make out is long dirty hair and what appears to be clothes covered in dirt. No face to see or any other words just spoken. The figure laughs sinisterly and disappears into the darkness of the trees.
“Awakening the True UnDead Queen”
“Entering Hell, you should except the screams of the damn. The moaning and begging of those vial pathetic souls. The betrayed, cruel, worthless miserable excuses of one flesh. It’s their screams that rock me to sleep. It’s their pain which gives me comfort. It’s their death that will bring me life.”
“They said that the darkness isn’t becoming of a lady. What do they know? It’s not like the doctors can tell him what is wrong with me. No, no, no, they can’t tell him what’s wrong when he already knows. You see he knows my secret. Knows all and tells me all I need to know.”
“I know what I must do and will gladly do as I please. She doesn’t know what I’m capable of right now. She will, yes, she will.”
“Footsteps, I hear the footsteps coming for me. Their coming to make sure I’m brought to get what belongs to me. They want their queen back; their Undead queen must return to claim what will soon become hers. “
Closer the footsteps come then stop which brings me out of mind and back to reality. Oh, the joy of having to be back in this forsaken land. It’s no fun and no one wants to play with me.
“Open up,“ says a male voice. “Just be careful, you already know that she broke the last man’s fingers one by one before we could get her off him. He still has the scars too.”
Keys jingle against the door. I can tell the person opening it up is new and I can’t wait for him to meet me. I smell the fear as the door swings open and feel his reluctance to come further into my playroom. It only intoxicates my senses and makes me want to do naughty things to his insides.
I go back into myself and hum my song over and over.
“Blood, blood, blood, pump mud through my veins. Shut your dirty, dirty mouth, I’m not insane.”
He speaks my name and I keep myself from answering He keeps trying as he slowly makes his way closer towards me. Behind him is another man this one has something in his hands. I keep humming as I tilt my head to look closer. Ooo, it must be my jacket. I know what that means. Their going to let me go play with someone.
As each one goes to opposite sides of me, I slowly smile and wag my finger at them. Still wagging my finger my other hand runs up into my matted hair entwining a strain around my finger.
“Alina, don’t make us have to put you in this. Please be good and we’ll tell you a secret.”
A laugh escapes through my lips as I stand up and look at them slowly turning my head. My dress hangs down to cover my feet in tatters. The once royal blue robes are starting to fade as I peer through my hair as I stare into the eyes of the first man. Then to the other. No they don’t need to tell me the secret. My friends have already told me what I knew was coming. I clear my throat just as I begin to speak.
“Don’t you think it was useless trying to come in here thinking I would be good. I know the secrets of all. No one can hide things from me. I have little ears and eyes everywhere.”
A twirl around in a circle quickly and then stop right in front of their faces.
“You’ve come to tell me I get to play. You want to feed the Queen with another soul. One that hasn’t been spared but saved for temptation. That’s why you brought Mr. Fancyman Camera right there.”
Looking over my shoulder I reach out towards the camera.
“Come here I have a message for my new toy.” The camera slowly comes into the room to focus onto the Queen.
“Lynn, Lynn, Lynn. My friends in my ear tell me that I get to come play with you. But what you don’t realize is I don’t just want to play with you. I want to see what your soul looks like from the inside and out. To have you twisting, turning, and numb from the slow intoxication of your blood dripping into your lungs. To feel them as they fill with your blood and beg for release.
Little girls shouldn’t act like Queens when all they are is filth at the bottom of their shoes. You talk and talk, but you’ve never faced me. You see I am what the Boogie man fears, what God condemns, and what my husband gave life too. I am the UnDead Queen. My reign will beyond your stay here on this useless plain of existence. Pray all you want, but tonight you belong to me.”
Laughing hysterically Alina bends over falls to her knees. The camera watches as the men move quickly to try to put the straight jacket on her. When suddenly the door to the room slams making them, all jump.
When suddenly the camera drops, and something is slammed into the door. When Alina speaks again.
“To bad all of you weren’t so nice to me as you should have. Now it’s time for warm up match. Let’s see what you look like without all that skin on. Remember when you see Lynn explain to her that little girls should be seen and not heard. They might lose a tongue or better yet their hide.”
A few second later blood is being seen coming down the white walls. Then letters begin to form with the blood drippings.