Once Upon a Black Kraken

  Part 15 | Part 17 After almost a full term (9 months) of guarding the Bachman Asylum, I’ve learned to be in this place. You never investigate anything bizarre or abnormal that happens if it is not an issue. Yet, stupidly and by pure instinct force, I went up the stairway to the second story. To the dorms. The sobbing had been bothering me just for a couple of hours. Unsurprisingly, the cry was coming out of the red “X” room. At approaching, the whining intensified exponentially. The “X” seemed painted with bare hands using blood as pigment. A couple of spots were coagulated, and the ends had distinct finger strokes. A flickering light escaped into the hallway through the lower aperture at the weeping’s rhythm. Fucking job. I entered. *** It was like traveling through a time portal. The dorm was in excellent condition. No broken window nor rusty bedframe, but an unperforated mattress and fresh sheets. A young woman sat on the bed, crying. With my first step approach...