Post by Stirling on Aug 23, 2020 22:24:35 GMT 1
[Continued from the Insane Asylum for the Supernatural board in Stakeout thread]
The Motherhouse was quiet. There was a cold chill in the air tonight. Stirling took a draw from his cigarette. His silhouette was cast against the tall bookcase in the library caused from the blaze of the enormous fireplace. The ice cubes tinkled in his crystal glass after he set the empty alcoholic beverage upon the table.
He liked being in the dark sometimes. It helped him to think better for a reason he could not explain. And sometimes, the darkness seemed to be an invitation for the unknown to him.
He settled into a leather winged chair and turned on an overhead lamp. He began to study the map laid out before him. He circled the spot where he had left Jonny with a red pen. He snubbed his cigarette out and started to check out the surrounding areas.
It was then that the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. His steely grey eyes traveled slowly across the table. Gladis, their personal medical examiner, sat there. She was wearing her white lab coat and covered in blood. She had some sort of collar around her neck. Her eyes were huge and wide with fear.
She’d been a psychic detective such as he with the Talamasca until she turned to the medical profession.
Before a word could escape his lips her ghostly hand reached out like a cobra strike and touched his head, jolting a grunt from him. A shock of static electricity went through him as images flashed rapidly through his mind. His eyes rolled to the back of his head.
[There was a very large building like a hospital. It was old and abandoned looking.
People screaming
Cells...so many cells
Needles
People wearing straight jackets
Doctors and nurses.....laughing
Gladis was strapped to a table. Her brain was being cut into with a drill. So much blood..]
“NO!” Stirling shouted. His eyes snapped open. The ghost was gone.
A knock at the door. “Enter.” He said as he regained control of his breathing. Scott McNear walked into the room and handed Stirling a file. He’d sent Scott and a few others out in the field to spy on Gretchen and Rufus to gather as much information as they could.
“Thank you, Scott. Well done.” He said in his soft British accent.
Scott gave a nod and left the room. The first thing Stirling saw when he opened the file were pictures of an old abandoned building and Gretchen and Rufus dragging Jonny’s body inside.
Stirling’s hand gingerly came to his mouth, “Oh my god…”