Ghosts of Rosewood Asylum by Stephen Prosapio

Author:Stephen Prosapio [Prosapio, Stephen]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9781936593095
Publisher: Noble Publishing
Published: 2011-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

As soon as Zach popped into room 111, Ray told Turk they were taking a fifteen minute break and asked him to make a Muses coffee run.

“Didn’t you just have coffee like an hour ago?”

“That,” Ray said, “was a cappuccino. And I’m thirsty. Go.”

Turk mumbled and complained, but eventually disappeared out the door and down the hallway. Zach punched his friend in the thick part of the arm.

“What’s up, pal-o-mine?”

Ray didn’t appear to be in a joking mood. His brow remained furrowed and he was plucking at his lower lip with his thumb and index finger. He turned back to the video monitor. “You need to see something.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m not sure, but I don’t like it.”

This wasn’t Ray’s normal video review demeanor. When a baffling issue arose, he’d typically be lighthearted and almost comical in his approach to solving the mystery. He pointed to the monitor. “This is from Camera 8.”

That particular night-vision camera had been placed about fifteen feet away and across the hallway from room 217, the now infamous peach-smelling room. The angle had allowed the picture to show about twenty-five feet of darkened hallway with the room’s doorway prominently displayed. As with the video of the basement and all other recordings, a clock kept the time in the upper right hand corner of the screen. Ray clicked the remote and the video began.

It ran between a minute and ninety seconds before Ray paused it. “You didn’t notice either. Good.”

“What did I miss?” Zach asked.

Ray raised his eyebrows. “I didn’t see it the first time through either. Try it with the audio.”

He handed Zach headphones, rewound the tape and replayed it. With the exception of a couple of faint clicking sounds that could have been anything from the building settling to plaster falling from the walls, he stared at a darkened hall and doorway with zero activity.

Ray paused it again.

“There’s nothing there.” Zach removed the headphones and handed them to Ray who was grinning broadly. “Look buddy, I know your sleep got interrupted a couple times last night, but still…you might be losing it.”

Ray nodded and smirked. “You are correct, sir. There’s nothing there.”

“What the—”

His friend smiled and held his index finger up. “Keep watching.” He sped the video to twice the normal speed for almost a minute peering at the clock. When it apparently was at the right spot, he clicked the remote to resume normal play.

“See that?” Ray pointed to a small white orb that moved on the left side of the screen.

Zach examined the object as it flickered a bit in the green night-vision light. “Ray, that’s a fucking moth!”

“I know,” he said. “Well, it’s a moth. It’s not a fucking moth because it would take two of them to mate, but it’s a bee-u-tee-full moth!”

Best friend or not, Zach didn’t have time for games. “Soldier, what is your major malfunction?”

Ray beamed as though he had anticipated Zach’s doubt. “Watch,” he said confidently. “Watch the moth.”

Zach attuned to its movements the way he would follow the moving light during an eye doctor’s glaucoma test.

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