The Echoing Asylum of Silaos: Where the Patients Never Left | SEASON 2

A Legacy of Brutal Experiments and a Hungry Presence; Can Faith Survive a Presence That Demands a Rite? Sshhhhh Come Let's follow through in silence..

By Tales That Breathe at NightPublished 15 days ago • 3 min read

The Queen, a terrifying nurse entity, stands protectively in an asylum hallway, one arm outstretched as she declares the lost souls her children, preventing two priests from passing

Chapter 7

FATHER ELIAS’S JOURNAL: Entry 3: The Queen is not a demon, but a soul. A very angry, very vengeful soul. She is the mother of the asylum. Her spirit, and her profound grief, is what has been feeding on the patients' madness. She is what has been devouring them. She is the keeper of the lost. And she is now enraged.

The Queen of the asylum, a gaunt figure in a tattered nurse's uniform, solidifies from shadow into a corporeal form. Her face is a mask of pure rage, with empty black pits for eyes, fixated on a priest

The Queen's form solidified, no longer a mere shadow but a gaunt, corporeal figure of a woman in a tattered nurse's uniform. Her face was a mask of pure, unadulterated rage. Her eyes, two empty, black pits, were fixed on Father Elias. A profound, mournful lament, a symphony of sorrow, filled the air. It was not a sound. It was an emotion. It was a grief so powerful it could shatter a man's mind.

A visible, shimmering wave of profound sorrow and lament radiates from the Queen, distorting the air and the very sanity of the priests who witness it

Mateo: "Padre... what is she? What does she want?"

Elias: "She is the keeper. She wants to keep the souls of the lost. She wants to keep them here. And she is angry that we are trying to free them. She wants to keep us here."

The very walls of the Silaos Asylum weep a thick, black, oily substance that smells of decay and despair, showing the building itself is a living, suffering entity

The Queen: "You… will… not… leave… with… my… children."

The Queen, a terrifying nurse entity, stands protectively in an asylum hallway, one arm outstretched as she declares the lost souls her children, preventing two priests from passing

Her voice was a low, mournful lament, filled with a profound, soul-deep grief. The walls of the asylum began to bleed. Not with blood, but with a thick, black, oily substance that smelled of decay and despair. It was the essence of the asylum itself, a manifestation of the decades of suffering and pain trapped within its walls. The Queen was not a single demon. She was a legion. And she was hungry.

Chapter 8

FATHER ELIAS’S JOURNAL: Entry 4: The asylum is a living being. It is the Queen's body. The patients' souls are her children. The keeper is the husband. And they are a family. A very angry, very vengeful family. We are trespassers. And they are not going to let us leave.

The very foundations of the Silaos Asylum groan and shift, with stone walls cracking and wooden beams bending like bones, revealing the building is a living, breathing entity

The asylum groaned, a low, guttural growl that came from its very foundations. The doors slammed shut, and a profound, mournful lament, a chorus of voices, a symphony of sorrow, filled the air. The patients, their bodies twisted into grotesque parodies of human forms, began to move towards them, their movements a deliberate, relentless rhythm.

A series of heavy, wooden asylum doors slam shut simultaneously down a long corridor, propelled by an unseen force, trapping the protagonists inside

The Queen: "You… cannot… defeat… me. You… cannot… escape… my… children."

Mateo: "Padre... what do we do?"

The twisted souls of the asylum's former patients, their bodies contorted into grotesque forms, advance down a dark hallway as a single, relentless horde under the Queen's control

Elias: "We have to find a way to end this. We have to find a way to save our souls. We have to find a way to defeat the Queen. We have to find a way to save our souls. "

Father Elias, his face a mask of profound despair and exhaustion, stands clutching his crucifix as the horde of lost patient souls closes in around him and his assistant.

Chapter 9

FATHER ELIAS’S JOURNAL: Entry 5: The Queen is not a ghost. She is a projection. A physical manifestation of the asylum's grief. She is a profound, soul-deep sorrow. She is a king. And she is not alone. She has a queen. And she… she is waiting for us in the cellar. We have to find a way to defeat the Queen.