Brookview Insane Asylum still sat broodingly atop of Graves hill just inside of the city limits. The weather old limestone building looked more like a fortress of a castle than a hospital. And in resent years had fallen into disuse... only the newest part of the complex. A add on that had been built in 1955 still remained in operation, used as a local community clinic. The older main Sanatorium had been converted into storage for old furniture and hospital records. Luckily for Marcia the old records went all the way back to the 1800's, getting into view them proved a little harder. No one at the clinic claimed to have to authority to allow her entrance. But being an experienced investigator Marcia was quickly able to find the one man with all the keys. Abe Sanderson the security guard must of be pushing eighty, but was remarkably spry. And proved very vulnerable to flattering words from a young woman.
"The records your wanting will be up on the fourth floor." Abe explained as he closed the metal screen door of the ancient elevator, grasping the worn brass control handle. And making the tired old machinery squeal to life, slowly the elevator rumbled and climbed. Until it at last screamed to a squeeking stop at the fourth floor. The fading florescent lights flickered and sputtered angerly at having been called to life. "They moved all the older paper work up here when the place was converted to storage." He explained like a tour guide, as he shuffled down the hallway. "This was the criminal ward..." He explicated as he noticed Marcia looking over the steel barred doors and padded cells. "Only the craziest most dangerous patients were housed up here." The old guard commented as he paused to check his note book. "The files you want should be down here in room six sixty six." He pause at the open door way and a strange look pasted over his withered old face. "To be honest this floor has always given me the willies." He admitted in a weak voice. "So I'll leave you to your search... when your done just come down to the lobby." He called as he turned around and headed back to the elevator as quickly as he could walk. Marcia looked after him for a moment then shook her head, then stepped into the room. It was obviously a old cell... the padded walls scarred and marked. Surprisingly she found the stacked boxes very well organized by date. And within minutes she was thumbing through the personal file of patient 3639 one Andrew Jarvis Boker. The file had not weathered the years well... the ink was fainted to almost invisibility and a number of pages were eaten away by insects. So that she could only read bits and pieces of the Doctors commentary... 'Patient believes he is suffering for his faith...' 'Has delusions of persecution...' 'Patient believes he is at war with dem...c f.rc.s...' Suddenly a shiver ran down Marcia's spine and she noticed her breath in the air... The small room was suddenly freezing cold... and the cell door that had looked rusted in place suddenly shrieked closed!