Page 27 of The Asylum
“Fuckin’ flamethrower,” I muttered, and Maines’s eyebrows rose. “Just tune in for the episode when it airs,” I informed him.
Michelle sent Magic a warning glance, and he kept silent, although I noticed him puffing up.
“Sunny, you’ve got Pyro, Magic, and Phil. I want you guys to check out the morgue. There have been tales of torturous experiments, such as water therapy and electric shock treatment. The chair remains, as does the lobotomy room with its equipment. Investigate, and don’t provoke anything tonight.
“Michelle and I have been requested to attend the cemetery. Last night, several sightings occurred that spooked the police. I want to see if we can learn anything and discover if they’re the same spirits that we filmed before,” I said.
“Who’s going to be your cameraman?” Phil asked.
“Michelle and I will take turns,” I replied.
“I’ll film, and Callie can do her thing,” Michelle interrupted, “unless I’m needed elsewhere. I sensed something dark at The Asylum last night. While I banished the spirit of Don Jacobs, he’s not the only evil presence there.”
“Okay, we’ve got a working plan. Harry, an Officer Maines will be coming to help monitor the screens,” I said to him.
“Her name’s Teri, and she works the cameras for the police station. Teri’s got experience,” Maines explained. Harry appeared relieved.
“Everyone knows what we’re doing?” I checked and received affirmative responses.
Someone knocked on the door, and Ashford opened it to escort two officers in. They resembled Maines enough that it was obvious they were the family he mentioned. Teri was literally bouncing on the balls of her feet because she was so excited to be here.
Once I’d organised everyone, I sent them off. While the graveyard was a significant discovery, we still had other areas to investigate.
Maines drove us over to the area they’d roped off, and I was surprised to see the cadaver dogs back again. Several tents were placed over what looked like graves being excavated, and I stared.
“Yeah, we’re running a couple of test digs, but nobody would return unless you were on site. Enough spooky shit happened last night that everyone’s on edge,” Maine said.
“Okay, let me bless the tent and ground around the dig, but not the actual ground itself because of contamination,” Michelle stated. She popped open her bag and withdrew two vials of holy water. I caught sight of several groups of people watching and talking among themselves.
“Your team?” I asked.
“Yes. And they won’t move.” Maines sighed.
“Not a problem.” I followed Michelle and filmed her as she performed her blessings. When she’d finished, we walked over and spoke to the forensic anthropologists from a local university who were helping with the dig.
“Thanks for that. I know it’s not exactly scientific, but it’s reassuring,” a woman said while a man looked down his nose at us.
“Load of superstitious nonsense,” he snorted.
“Aren’t most things until science proves them true?” I asked and walked away.
Michelle and I spoke to the cadaver dogs' owners, who were unsurprised to have been called back. They informed us they were going to try to discover the extent and range of the cemetery, and we agreed to accompany them.
Around two a.m., eight ghosts appeared, causing the excavators and everyone to stop digging and huddle together.
“Some are residual,” I murmured as we filmed them. I watched as a woman stumbled to a patch of earth and then sank into it.
“Help us!”my spirit box howled as soon as I turned it on. Those close by jumped and stared. I didn’t even bother apologising.
“Hi, we mean you no harm. We’re here to find your graves and make sure you’re remembered. I’m Callie, and this is Michelle,” I announced as I watched three more ghosts disappear over where I assumed their burials were.
“Those four are watching you,” Michelle said, pointing.
“We want to help,” I exclaimed.
“Murdered. Trash. Forgotten,”the spirit box squealed.
“That’s why we’re here. To ensure nobody ever forgets you again,” I replied.
