The Hidden Mental Hospital
It all started in North London where I was saying goodbye to a part of my family. Apparently, they were moving out and heading back to our home country, Portugal, because they "claimed" to have seen an entire new area in their basement with ghosts and serial killers. When they told me this I knew that they were paranoid and it was just them imagining things, or so I thought. 3 days later, they moved out to Portugal and sent my dad a text message saying that they will not be going anywhere in the UK ever again (even for a holiday) after what they've "seen".
After about a week later, I decided to go to their old home in North London to find out what was wrong, I really shouldn't have went there at all. My auntie's home, who left to Portugal, was located in Kilburn so it took quite a while to get there from South London but I eventually made it there, and once I made it to their home, the windows and the door were boarded up. Everything was damaged badly as there were heaps of floorboards scattered all over the front yard - it was a mess! I slowly crept to the front door as there was a sign hanged on it saying: "Ninguém pode entrar." which translates to "No one can enter." I was quite creeped how normally the sign would say "Do not enter." since that's what most signs say around here when houses are abandoned.
Eventually, I tried to remove the boards on the front door but was almost impossible since they were very tough to remove. After about 30 attempts of removing one board, I finally managed to get the door open. When I took a step inside, there was a very horrid smell of blood, like holy shit I couldn't bear it any longer. The entire house was wrecked to pieces and there were vines growing along the stairs and rooms, as if nature was taking control over this house. I really don't know how this house managed to get so wrecked in about a week, quite insane. Then, I started to look around.
Well I found the door for the basement that's one thing, and the door had blood stains on the handle. I thought that the people didn't have a chance to escape and got killed as soon as they went to the other side of the door, holding the handle. Once I entered the basement, I could've sworn I saw a dark figure on the back of the room going through a wall. I went to the end of the room since there was actually nothing in there and accidentally pushed the wall to reveal a hidden door. A hidden door huh, how cliché. I opened the door and there was a very long hallway ahead of me.
After running for quite some time I hit a larger door and this time there was a sign saying "KILBURN UNDERGROUND MENTAL HOSPITAL" Wtf, why the fuck would there be a mental hospital underground? I see no point to that whatsoever. Once I opened the door I immediately saw strange figures lurking around these depths; they quickly noticed me and disappeared, except for the figure at the reception desk. I walked up to it and it asked, "What are you here for?" I didn't really know what to say at this point but I just walked away going to one of the corridors. I recall that figure saying, "You've made a bad mistake coming here..." in a very deep and quiet voice.
I was seriously creeped by this place but my damn curiosity kept me going, it wouldn't stop! I eventually made it to a room which said, "Room #100 Devin De Oliveira, son of Victoria De Oliveira" I immediately knew that this was from my family, the Oliveira family, but there was a Devin? No one told me about a secret cousin. Thanks to my curiosity, I opened the door and it shut behind me really quickly when I entered the room.
And there it was, the ghost of Devin with a bloody knife and several corpses piled up on one end of the room. There was nothing else in there besides chains on the wall and several blood stains all over the place. I was starting to think this "kid" was like an emo or something, blaming the world and killing every innocent person. A funny feeling in my gut told me to get the fuck out as Devin was staring at me with his black filled holes for eyes. I then ran to the door.
Locked.
"Fuck!" I yelled trying to pick the lock out. While I was doing that, I felt an aura that Devin was coming closer. I turned around and hell he was coming closer... except he wasn't walking... he was gliding. I got so damn nervous now as it was getting harder to pick the lock and by the time I managed to unlock the door, I immediately got grabbed by the arm and he whispered out the most spine-chilling voice I've ever heard in my life, "Goodbye..." and I got stabbed on the neck. The pain was intense and dreadful! This is the worst pain I've had in my life, and it's all going to happen in less than 10 seconds... and then I woke up from my bed, in my home.
It was all a dream... just a dream. I'm glad that's all over then. Even to this day though, I still have no clue why I had that dream. It hasn't recurred to me in ages though so I guess I should be fine now.
It's been about 2 weeks now after that dream and my auntie moved out of Kilburn to Portugal forever because she's "claiming" there's an entire new area in her basement. Paranoid I know but I'm gonna go see what she means tomorrow by going to that house in Kilburn.
Credited to Eddy23911
Originally uploaded on May 4, 2012
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