Asylum Scrawls by Hunter Shea & Norm Hendricks & Mike Chella

Author:Hunter Shea & Norm Hendricks & Mike Chella [Hunter Shea & Norm Hendricks & Mike Chella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Horror, Thriller, Paranormal, Occult & Supernatural, Short Stories, Asylums, Collections & Anthologies
Goodreads: 18954017
Publisher: Hunter's Prey Publishing
Published: 2013-10-10T23:00:00+00:00

At the trial, they said Justin beat Kenny for several minutes, though the first blow knocked the young boy unconscious. Justin supposed that was true.

He remembered he swung the hammer that last time and felt an elated weakness spread through his flabby body.

He dropped the hammer and walked out of the scrub lot, unobserved.

Justin looked out the window of his cell and watched the first drifts of sand crest the weed-choked rise that lined the rear parking lot of the Mechanicville municipal jail and courthouse. Occasionally, when the sand crested, Justin heard the distant mournful cry of sea birds.

Justin turned to the starburst of holes in his solid steel cell door.

"Danny!" Justin called through the circular grate.

Justin could hear the familiar clump of Danny's dress shoes on the hall linoleum. Danny was the one guard that was decent to Justin. The guards on the evening and midnight shift picked on Justin when they were in good moods. They tormented him if they were grumpy.

Just Justin, it’s just Justin.

"It's not time yet," Danny said from the other side of the door.

Justin glanced out the window. Sand was making its way across the rear parking lot in progressive waves. Though it was a dry, cold day in March, Justin began to catch the smell of barbecue and sun-roasted pavement.

"Please, Danny. I wanna go early today," Justin said.

"You ain't allowed in the yard until eleven. You know that," Danny's muffled voice forced its way through the solid steel door.

"Come on, please? I wanna go out in the sun. It's gonna rain later," Justin said.

Sand lapped up against the first row of cars in the parking lot. Sandpipers peeped their urgent call as they avoided the pendulum rush of the sand, retreating some then encroaching farther. The smell of sun tan oil joined the growing olfactory soup in Justin’s cell.

The miracle was happening, and Justin didn't want to miss it.

"I didn't hear nothing about any rain. What station you listenin' to on that little crappy Sony of yours?" Danny asked.

The pipers cried out to him.

"Please. I wanna go out."

"Justin..."

"They're takin’ me to court tomorrow you know that?" Justin asked.

"Yeah, I know."

"They’re gonna take me into court like I was an adult and kill me. My Gramps brought me in a long time ago to get them to bring me to a doctor. He thought there was something wrong with me onna count I killed Kenny Frasier. I saw one doctor for five minutes, who said I was well enough to be locked away in jail. All my Gramps wanted was to get me some help, or he woulda never brought me in when he figured out I killed Kenny," Justin said.

"I know all that, Justin," Danny said.

"Did you know my Gramps died yesterday? Ma said his ticker couldn't take the heartbreak of me seeing the chair 'cause he turned me over when all he wanted was to make me well. Did you know all that?" Justin said, tears starting to press against his eyes.

"Yeah, I know.

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