The Haven: Chapter One

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The Haven

"Earlier this morning the Haven Psychiatric Hospital was placed under an emergency lockdown for unknown reasons, Police have been on standby since the incident had happened. Information on doctors and nurses whereabouts are still unknown. A regular jogger had passed by the hospital this morning at approximately 6:00am this morning when something had caught her attention...."

"I was just on my morning jog when I had noticed that there were people crawling on the ground out of the open gates of the building. Having been a resident of this city my entire life, I knew the history of the building and as soon as I saw the gates were open I called the police right away. Seeing all of the people crawling on the ground, I knew something was wrong."

"The some 200 patients at the century old, revised hospital had somehow escaped the hospital gates. Not only were they in bare minimum clothing, they were also terrified of whatever was inside of that building. Isn't that right?"

"That is correct. Due to the emergency lockdown, the entire 950,000 square foot, four floor building is completely inaccessible to police and reporters. The building is meant to keep patients in during a lockdown, the doors are made of ten inches of solid iron, there is no getting in there with a simple battering ram."

"We will be updating this situation within the next thirty minutes or once we have gathered anymore information on this sudden and surprising incident."

Lying on the floor face down, a man stirred awake to the sound of clicking; the clicking of slides in a projector machine was constant and rhythmic nothing could tell how long the projector had been running for, or how it got there for that matter. Groaning in pain, the man slapped his palms to the hard laminate spread over a concrete floor, pushing himself to his knees. Looking around the dimmed, pure white room, the man had seen the images on the wall from the projector which had been attached to an eye examiner machine above it as well as a white bed in the corner. The bottom of the bed had been on an angle as if pulled away in a violent struggle; the flat, dirty pillow and thin blanket were scattered on the floor as well in a child like manner whom had a temper tantrum. 

Crouching on the floor on his knees, the young man looked around the room only to see a camera in the top corner nearest the white, steel door. The red light was blinking, he knew that meant it was still recording; what purpose did it have to record him, he thought.

In a room three wards away of the far west wing, sat a man on a simple wooden chair, he was sleeping and immobile. The room was much more simple than that of the other man. Nothing occupied the room besides the man, the chair he sat upon and the same white sheeted bed. What had been strange about this room were the fibre wires scattered throughout, crossing over each other from wall to wall; the crossed wires seemed to web around the room to trap the man within. The man had stirred awake, lifting his heavy head with a struggle. In attempts to look around, the man had seen nothing but a foggy haze throughout the blinding white room. The foggy haze over his eyes prevented him from seeing these wires which trap him on the simple chair. Groaning and rubbing his head, the man slapped his hands over his eyes, making the blinding light around him a calming pitch black. Nothing of the room was noticed as of yet, the camera had been recording his estranged disorient as he sat on the provided chair from the hospital.

On the other side of the wing, two floors above the man surrounded by stretched fibre wire; a fully conscious man sat in the same simple white chair as he was surrounded by amplifiers, equalizers and many other stacks of sound equipment. The floor was covered in snake pits of black cords, each attached to their corresponding machinery. In the centre of the snake pit of cords sat the conscious man with over the head earphones over both ears. His focus seemed to be on nothing but what was blaring in his ears from the noise-cancelling earphones. He could not care less that the door he was behind was locked with five steel rods or that there was a camera with a microphone attached had been recording him. In the same corner as every other room sat that camera which was specially equipped with a microphone, above the door in the most obvious position. With all his attention on the sound in his ears, the man bobbed his head to the beat quietly and peacefully.

In the north wing of the building, isolated away from the other men; one man sat on the hard modern chair in his quarters with no option to be sleeping or not. With a small sense of class in his room, the man sat staring at the flower vase on the simple white table near his chair. It had not been long since the man had been woken up from the shivers running through his body. For him he did wonder how long the room had been freezing temperature, for the room must have been cold long enough for the water in the clear, triangular vase to freeze; as well as the water freezing, the petals of the flowers had formed a thin white frost and crystals of ice. The man only wore a simple dress shirt and blazer, it was definitely not warm enough to keep him alive very long if the temperature was to continue on like this. Clasping his palms over his mouth, he took a painful, deep breath and exhaled over his white skinned hands in attempts to warm them. The blinding white room was foggy; the air from many air-conditioners limited the visibility in the room, leaving it feel like an arctic tundra. Looking around the room for any possibility of raising the temperature, the man rose from his seat and walked around his bed in possibility of finding a switch of a sort to turn off the air-conditioners. Quickly after beginning his hunt for a switch, the man spotted the camera in the corner of the room, staring deeply at it in wonder as to who was watching its live feed. Seeing that the red light was blinking and the small hole in the front of the square black box indicating a microphone was enough for the man to know someone was watching him.

In the farthest ward of the east wing was the last patient whom still resided in The Haven Psychiatric Hospital; he sat on the white chair provided by the Hospital with his feet hanging over the edge, his eyes fixed on one of many objects in his room. Through the blinding white room, it was surprising that the man could even focus on one of the objects. With a great sense of confusion, the man was unsure as to whether he was awake or asleep. Even those with a basic knowledge of physics, one would know that if a Newton's Cradle was not in use, the balls would sit in a neutral position; this is what baffled this man whom considered himself to be over-average intelligent, these Newton Steel Balls were not attached to a magnet of any sort, yet one remained hovered in the air. The man sat, pondering over how this was possible, his mind bending at the idea that it was magic or perhaps it was just a broken Cradle. Though considering that the Cradle could possibly broken or perhaps a trick object, his mind remained focused on the strangeness of that particular object. If the man were to ponder around the room for even a moment, he would notice that the Newton's Cradle was not the only suspicion around his room. 

"As an update on the sudden and unauthorized lockdown of The Haven Psychiatric Hospital, we have gained information that there are still five male patients inside. The status of their safety is still unknown. Detectives and Rescue crews have used thermal radar to find these patients which at this moment we are going to call victims, in locating the victims, rescue crews had discovered a strange field within the north wing of the building; the entire wing had the internal temperatures of -80°C. Within this room there is a figure of a man whom is still alive with a core temperature of 36°C, only one degree lower than average body temperature. With this knowledge, we are grateful to report that he is surprisingly not in harms way of hypothermia as of this moment. 

In addition, specialists have reported to us that on one end of the west wing, there was a surprising amount electrical flow. They were not sure if there was special equipment consuming a large amount of electricity or if there was something influence to that specific wing.

More updates to come after these messages..."