Jonathan Davis Asylum
It all took place in a huge dirty cellar of a building. There were pipes everywhere and they all had steam coming out of them. It seemed to fog up everything and get in the way of my vision. Jonathan and I were on a higher level of the basement. It had pipes lining the walls on the left and the railing guarding my right. Jon slammed his hands on the railing causing a loud bang that echoed throughout the room. Then he looked at me as if he was going to kill me and started to walk towards me slowly. Each step he took it was more and more clear that he was angry at me. So I started to back up and almost lost my footing. He was three feet away from me when I turned and ran for my life. I could sense him running after me with a serious intention of hurting me.
"Come here, Amy! I'll get you eventually!", he screamed. As I was running I started to scream and cry at the same time. Towards the end of the level there was a spiral staircase that was extremely wide and steep. I ran for it and went around two turns before looking up and seeing Jonathan yelling over the railing, "Amy you bitch, I know what you did!"
I didn't, I had no idea what he was talking about. When the stairs seemed to be coming to an end I heard Jon jump down a few flights in order to catch up to me.
At the end of the stairs was a dark room with pipes along the ceilings. There was a mattress in the corner that was filthy and with dirt on the sheets. There was a huge blanket rolled up in a ball on the floor. So I ran, through myself and the blanket on the bed, and hid under it. I tried to hid my whole body under the fabric and was struggling to cover my feet. I could see through a crack of the fabric, but couldn't see the entire room. I tried to stop crying by putting my hand over my mouth and I started to bite it to make myself shut up. Suddenly, Jonathan walked in the doorway and started to look around for me. He walked out of my view and I closed my eyes for three seconds. When I opened them Jon's eye was only two inches away from the blanket. It was angry and bloodshot. I screamed at the sight of this and Jon ripped the blanket off me. He grabbed my wrists and slammed them against the bed. Screaming in pain and fright Jon lifted one of his arms and was about to strike me.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Then my alarm went off.
