Touching the soul has been said to be impossible. Is it energy from the body or an unseen spirit that is made up of its hosts life experiences? When an individual dies the soul detaches itself from the body to enter into a pristine realm of being. The asylum is full of old souls that are yearning to break free. A few are good and a few are evil.
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Alice gave her friend the grand tour of the building and talked of the rules to join. Steven agreed and became extremely excited at the fact of being the first new member.
Alice then informed him of an initiation and all happiness left his face.
“You never told me about that before,”
“Would you still come if I did?”
“Yeah, I guess so.” he answered with his head lowered.
“Okay, come on,” she said taking him by the hand.
Standing in the doorway of the dark room Alice pointed and said, “All you have to do is get my doll for me.”
With a confused look on his face he asked, “That’s it?”
“Yep, that’s it,” she answered with assurance.
“I’ll be right back.”
He picked up the doll and with a smile headed back toward Alice. The door slammed shut and he began to pound on it.
Alice grinned widely because she knew what came next.
Grab those side-irons, saddle up and join former Civil War sharpshooter Luther Henry for a ride into pure terror, western-style…think ‘Wild Wild West’ meets ‘The X-Files’.
