The group crunched through the unruly vegetation, some of which climbed the walls of the Mill Street psychiatric hospital. It closed in the eighties because of asbestos.
“Have you heard the story of Lobotomy Larry?” Kenny asked.
“Shut up, Kenny!” Lacy playfully smacked him.
“Yeah, shut up Kenny!” The others chimed in.
The entrance to the asylum was slightly open. Kenny wedged his hands in between the door and its facing, with a swift tug, it opened, knocking Kenny down.
“That’s what you get!” Devon pulled Kenny up.
“It goes like this…. Lobotomy Larry forgot all he was taught. He slashed through the halls, survivors, naught.” Kenny chanted as they headed inside.
The door slammed behind them. They scrambled to find their flashlights.
“His soul dwells within this place. His mind lost, gone, without a trace.” Kenny continued.
A noise came from one of the patient rooms. Everyone turned to run.
“Wait!” A voice called out.
“Lacy, marry me?” Chris, on one knee, presented the girl with a small velvet box containing a beautiful solitaire diamond ring.
“I should’ve known this was a set-up. We’re not ghost hunters!” Lacy cried through her laughter. She wrapped her arms around Chris’s neck. “Yes! I’ll marry you!” Chris shook as he placed the ring on her finger.
“Finish the story, Kenny.” Chris laughed.
“I did, Chris!” Kenny spoke through clenched teeth, his belligerence, obvious. “You thought I was going to let you marry my girl?” Kenny pulled his gun.
Devon wrestled him down. Grabbing a metal rod from the floor, he forced it through Kenny’s eye, disconnecting his frontal lobe nerves from the rest of his brain. “She was your girl in Kindergarten-Kindergarten Kenny!”
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