© Elena Grossman, 2019
ISBN 978-5-0050-6851-4
Created with Ridero smart publishing system
It was a gloomy morning. The clouds were gray and heavy. A cold wind blew, slightly rustling with maple leaves. Autumn was late this year. The ground was cold and moist, gray-black rotten leaves covered the ground.
On the hill of St. Mary, stood an old abandoned psychiatric hospital. Large stone building made of white brick. Large windows had massive bars to prevent patients from escaping from there.
“This hospital is damned, there was too much pain and blood was spilled,” Timm Cold told me when his brother used to work honey there. I met Timm through his son Willy, and he blogged on the Internet about Otto Simion Closed Psychiatric Hospital. There he talked about the treatment methods of Dr. Simion. And what now happened to this hospital fifty years after the murder of Dr. Simion. From what he told me, it was true, since my school years, I loved mysticism and everything connected with it. I traveled around the cities a lot in search of an inexplicable and now I found a mysterious abandoned hospital, how many secrets and mysteries in it. But I decided not to go alone, on the way I will take my friends. Adventurers like me.
It is waiting for its moment. To lurk in the darkest corners of our subconscious. Something dark and scary.
From the history of the hospital:
– Dr. Simion, patient Berker lies on the operating table, the tools are ready.
“Good, Sister Wills.”