GENRE:- Mystery-Horror-Thriller
A city of dreams, as it is deemed, Reynburg has been a happy-hunting ground for incoming job-seekers for years. Apart from all its beauties and opportunities, it's also embodied with the infamous 'The Warwick's' mansi...
Two days later, the sanatorium authorities called me and Fred to witness the interrogation of Larry. Fred gave me a lift and both of us reached the Dredfield Asylum at 9 a.m. in the morning.
In front of us stood an old, but a building strong enough to incapacitate three thousand brain-sick, disturbing psychopaths at the same time. It had huge, tall walls which had fencing all over the asylum's length.
'Let's go', I said to Fred and we both proceeded into the asylum after some strict identification processes.
The atmosphere of that place was completely different to that outside. The weather outside was calm and quite with a sweet, cool breeze flowing as an icing on the cake. The ambience was quite cheerful. But when we got inside, we were welcomed by screams and howls. For a second it felt as if there is a chaos over there. But these things are usual. As we were making our way to the interrogation room, I saw varieties of people doing varieties of things. Some men were dancing to some imaginary tunes in their mind, associating each other, some were playing some imaginary games, one man was fantasizing about flying a plane, two had engaged themselves in a scuffle and many more such things were happening all around.
Then we faced a real chaos. Numerous inhabitants had gathered around the television hall to watch the live baseball match. We tried to make our way through them. Then suddenly there was a home-run. A man jumped with delight and accidentally pushed Fred which made him fall down. I laughed cheerfully witnessing that, before helping Fred to get up.
'You better watch out, old man', Fred said scornfully. But that man was in no mood of listening.
'Come on, let's go', I said to Fred.
We proceeded further towards the interrogation room. Finally, we entered the corridor which was leading up to our final destination, which was at the farthest end.
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Throughout the corridor the walls had been painted blue. They had been worn out. Looking at those walls gave me a dubious, repulsive feel.
How do the patients live here? This place is so claustrophobic!
On reaching the door, we were summoned by an official who checked our visiting cards and let us in. There were only a handful of police officers along with some asylum officials and doctors. Larry had still not been brought there.
'Bring in the convict... Umm... Mr. Larry Hughes', instructed Inspector Parnell who was handling the case wherein Larry was charged with manhandling and attempted murder. Then some guards went ahead to grab Larry from his cell.
They were now there after some 15-odd minutes. Larry was shackled down at his feet and was handcuffed at the same time. He seemed completely calm and silent. There was no sign of repulsion or abhorrence. The only thing which I could notice on his face was desolation. The guards present there sat him down on the chair present in the cell adjacent to ours. Both the cells had been separated by a wall bearing a glass panel. Inspector Parnell went into his cell.
