I woke up in a dark room with no windows,and the door was locked from the outside.

And I found a necklacewhich was made of red crystal, it was onthe ground, and I was shocked because itwas the necklace that my mom was wearing when she got killed by my father. Andthe necklace dropped on the ground, andthe crystal fell apart. “Keep running; I cannotstop running!” Thought Alfred, running as fast as his can, but his legscould not handle the pressure. Alfred wasrunning in the forest, a couple of miles from the castle.

It all happened so suddenthat I could not do anything. I was in the asylum, which has been my home sinceI was 12. And my father beat me and murdered my mother. something just snapped,I went insane and leaped up, sprinted to my father, grabbed his knife out ofhis hand, and I asked him why he killed my mother, and again and again. By thetime the police got to my house, I was stabbing a knife and pointing to myfather.

I was outraged and out of my mind. I still don’t know what happenedafter the police pulled me back because it left a blank in my memory. I wouldn’teven be able to recognize myself. After that, I spent many years in an asylum,reliving that night over and over again. Now, the time has passed, I have movedon. After about 20 years, I fell into a coma After about a year and a half, Iwoke up from the coma, without any memory, and just one word in my head.”Alfred” was that… was that my name? No clue about my last name, butjust “Alfred.

” Then I accidently fell into a hole. ” Agh!”I muttered, propping my body up slowly, with the help of my arms. It was toodark, and I was scared. I can’t remember anything.

“Who am I,” I questioned.Meanwhile, my head was pounding as if I had hundreds of ­hammers beating myskull. I tried to look around and find out where I was. There were dark, redlights and red walls. I heard a horrible noise. Beep, beep, beep.

“Am I dead?”I wondered, taking in a deep breath through my mouth. “Agh!” Iexclaimed as my nose was attacked by a mix of the smell iodine and ammonia,blood and so many other things. As I looked around, I notice a heart monitornext to me “Ah! A sickroom! That explains the beeping.” I washorrified when I realized where I was. “You are up.” Said a femininevoice, as a pungent smell of peach perfume, mixing with all of those horriblesmells. “Where am I?” I asked. “You’re in a hospital in London,and you have been quite a mystery to us.

Then she began to ask me many usualquestions, What is your date of birth? What is your official name? Etc. Theexciting part didn’t come up until a few days after when I was released fromthe hospital, and the weirdest thing happened. There was a man waiting for me.I walked up to the waiting chauffeur. “Good afternoon Mister George.”Said the chauffeur.

“George?” I doubted. “My name is Alfred George?”So, I walked up to this seven feet tall man. His has a rough looking face, withsome terrifying freckles on his chin, as if he were just starting to grow abeard. He had a regular­sized mouth and ahuge scar across his nose. His eyes were so black that they seemed to stareinto my soul.

Besides, he had a common style haircut in his short, black hair.As I walked close to the man, he put his hand on my back, and he said,”Come this way.” His voice was so deep that made me feel anxious. Hedidn’t say it, but the message was clear, ‘you either come with me, or …’ I gotin the car, and I knew it was a new car because of the horrible smell. And, withthat smell, it reminds me some flashbacks when I was under the table, scaredout of my mind, and I heard screaming, mixed with the laugh of a maniac, anevil laugh that could only be from a scary person. Then  I heard footsteps as I looked around to check thecorners, I saw my father stood behind me covered in blood, and his eyes arealmost red, and my mother was standing next to him. I was terrified and triedto find a way out, and my father jumped at me.

At that moment, I couldrecognize that smell; it was the smell of a corpse. When we arrived, we were ata huge castle. I saw many crows resting on the rooftop.

The castle has five floorsand about ten rooms on every floor. It was typical old fashioned style. In thegarden, I saw a young man, about 30 years old in a trench coat with dark brownhair. And he was gone after I blinked my eyes. When I walked in the house, thereis a variety of smells of rotten meat that assaulted my nose. The air was notfresh; I could catch a bare breath, and there was that smell again, the smellof a corpse, but this time is different, I did not have a flashback. I followedthe doctor and went down to the basement. “This cannot be a basement.

“I wondered, “This is an occupied dungeon. And I knew it was old from thewall and the decoration.” As we walked through the dungeon, I could nothear anything but the screams and the smell of people who were inside. As Ilooked into a wooden door, I saw a man in a straitjacket. Suddenly, another flashbackcame to my mind.

“Now, tell me what did you see that night.” Said aman. I tried to get up, but I could not move my arms, I looked down; I was in astraitjacket. “I saw my father” It was like my mouth was moving on its own. I was cut off by the sharppain of a thick whip to my face. ” “Was I imprisoned in an orphanage?”I wondered as I walked up to a door, at the end of the hall. I walked in, and Iheard something completely unexpected, a light­hearted, friendly voice.

“Welcome to my asylum!” Hesaid, “Come in Alfred, I know Gordon can be such a grouch!” I walkedin silently, remembering my driver’s name as Gordon. “I am sorry, but youwere dead,” said Gordon. And with that statement, I had my finalflashback. I was in a dark red room, surrounded by many red droplights. I was strappedin a chair, and I found a note. It said: “Now, just relax we will takecare of you and give you some pills that help you sleep, for a very longtime.” Also, there was a smiley face on the note. I struggled, tried to escape,but my body was locked, and I could not control my arms and legs.

    I gasped again, but this time isdifferent, I was in an old fashioned chair. The doctor said, “Oh! Of course,the flashbacks are a common side effect of the previous process. But I broughtyou back. Now, I know you are curious about all this, but first, we will haveseveral tests. Could you see how many fingers am I holding?” He asked ashe held up five fingers.

    “Five,”I answered.    “Great,” He said. But I couldsee the evilness through his face.  “And, with that, I tried to run as fast as I could to the door. Then the manshouted out to a machine, “release the subject!” Suddenly a creaturecame out, and I did not have a chance to look back.

   And that’s how I got there, running in the forest alone becausesomething was chasing me. As I looked back, I finally had a good look at thecreature following me. It was a humanoid body with red skins, and her eyes are red,and she has the red crystal necklace that belongs to my mom. “she does not looklike my mother at all,” I thought. While I was wondering her identity, thecreature stopped and disappeared. 

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