THE FORGOTTEN WARD

Cassandra Wren wakes up in a padded cell with no memory of how she got there. The staff insists she has always been at Blackwood Asylum, but her name is missing from the records. Strange whispers
echo through the walls, and something scratches at her door at night.
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Cassandra begins interacting with the other patients, realizing many of them have no memory of their past—just like her. She meets a mute girl named Iris, who communicates through disturbing
drawings that hint at Cassandra’s true identity. As Cassandra questions the asylum’s reality, she starts hearing whispers from the walls and seeing shadowy figures that vanish when she looks
directly at them. A cryptic warning from an older patient leads her to believe that something sinister is erasing people’s pasts.
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Cassandra is haunted by Iris’s disappearance and the erasure of her existence. Determined to find the Red Door, she secretly explores the asylum, uncovering hidden passageways and unsettling truths
about the facility. Along the way, she meets Dr. Elias Halloway, a charismatic yet unnerving psychiatrist who seems to know more than he lets on. As Cassandra inches closer to the truth, she
discovers that the asylum is not just a hospital—it’s a prison for lost souls, and the Red Door may be her only way out.
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Cassandra regains consciousness in an unfamiliar, decayed part of the asylum—one that shouldn’t exist. The walls are cracked, the air thick with rot, and the lights flicker with an eerie red glow.
As she explores, she uncovers disturbing remnants of past experiments: rusted medical tools, decayed patient files, and a wall covered in drawings of screaming faces—all drawn in red crayon. The
deeper she goes, the more she feels reality twisting around her. And then she finds Iris—but the girl is not the same.
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Elias stumbles away from the red door, haunted by the eerie voices and cold dread lingering in the air. As he navigates the dimly lit hallway, he encounters a mysteriously rocking wheelchair and
unsettling whispers urging him to leave. Determined to uncover the ward’s secrets, he reaches the nurses' station and discovers a half-burned patient record warning him: "Do not let him find you."
A sudden noise behind him signals an unseen presence waiting in the shadows, leaving him frozen in terror.
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with Elias frozen in place, the faint whisper of "Run" still echoing in his ear. The air around him feels suffocating, the temperature dropping to an unnatural chill. Every instinct screams at him
to flee, but the bloodstained door beckons, pulsing with an eerie presence that cannot be ignored.The flickering lights cast shadows that seem to move on their own, a stark contrast to the
stillness that once dominated the room. Elias’s breath comes in shallow bursts as he turns his attention to the door, now seemingly alive with a low hum that resonates deep in his bones. The growl
from behind the door grows louder, more distinct—a warning that whatever lies beyond is not merely a figment of his imagination.


As Elias inches closer, every step is met with the sound of the floor creaking beneath his feet. His pulse quickens, his fingers trembling as they hover just inches from the door handle. His mind
is torn—should he open the door and face whatever waits, or should he heed the whisper and escape before it's too late? A cold sensation suddenly wraps around his neck, fingers like ice brushing
against his skin, sending a wave of terror through his body. He spins around, but no one is there. The room remains eerily quiet, save for the sinister hum that vibrates through the air.


His hand finally touches the door, and the world seems to pause. Time itself appears to hold its breath as he hesitates. With a final, shaky exhale, Elias grasps the handle and twists it, the door
creaking open with a sound that sends a shiver of dread through his spine.Beyond the door lies a long, dark corridor. The walls are lined with old, rotting wood, the air thick with the stench of
decay. But it’s not the darkness that catches his attention. It’s the silhouette of something—something wrong. Standing motionless in the center of the hall is a figure, its body twisted in
unnatural angles, its eyes glowing faintly in the dark.
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The chapter begins with Elias, breathless and disoriented, finding himself in a room that feels both foreign and yet strangely familiar. He’s no longer sure if he's still within the ward or trapped
somewhere deeper within his mind. The woman, the mysterious figure who had just saved him, is gone as quickly as she appeared, leaving Elias alone once more.As he gathers his bearings, he looks
around. The room is bare, save for faded portraits lining the walls—each one depicting people in varying states of despair, their eyes hollow and lifeless. The flickering candlelight from a lone,
dusty chandelier casts long shadows, creating the illusion of movement where there is none. The stench of mildew and decay grows stronger, and the air itself feels thick, as if it’s pressing in on
him.


Elias stumbles toward the far wall, his mind racing as he tries to make sense of the situation. But as his hand brushes against the cold surface, he hears it—the faint echo of footsteps, a rhythm
that mirrors his own. His heart skips a beat. He turns quickly, but no one is there. A sudden, sharp sound—a low rumble, almost like growling—snaps him to attention. Elias's blood runs cold, and he
instinctively steps backward. His eyes dart around, searching for an exit. But the room, which was once small and manageable, now feels vast. The walls seem to stretch and curve impossibly in all
directions. With every step he takes, the room seems to grow larger, the shadows more oppressive.Desperately, he runs to the door, only to find it locked. He pounds on it, screaming, but the noise
is swallowed by the oppressive silence. His breath quickens as he realizes that something is terribly wrong. The air grows colder still, and the sense of being watched, hunted even, intensifies.


As Elias turns back toward the center of the room, a new fear grips him—he’s not alone. The hallway that stretches out before him is endless. The walls are now lined with dark, twisting corridors,
each one leading further into the unknown. His sense of direction is lost. No matter which way he turns, every hallway looks the same—narrow, oppressive, and filled with the oppressive weight of
isolation. The further he ventures, the more distorted the world around him becomes. The floor beneath him creaks with every step, and the very walls seem to close in on him.


He begins to hear whispers—soft, unintelligible voices that echo from all directions. The words become clearer as the minutes stretch into hours. They tell him things—things he doesn’t want to
hear, truths he cannot yet face. "You are not meant to escape." "This is your prison." "You are already dead." Elias tries to silence the voices, but they only grow louder. His mind begins to
unravel, as though the very air around him is laced with madness. His legs feel heavy, his vision blurs as he stumbles down yet another hallway, only to find it endlessly repeating. The same
portraits, the same flickering lights, the same shadowy figures lurking in the corners of his vision.


Suddenly, a figure appears in the distance, barely discernible in the shifting shadows. Elias calls out, his voice trembling, but the figure doesn’t respond. As he approaches, it becomes clear that
it is another version of himself—a twisted, broken reflection, eyes empty and dark, a mocking grin stretching across its face. The figure doesn’t move, but it speaks in a voice that sounds like
Elias’s own.


“You can’t escape. You’re trapped, just like all the others.” The hallway stretches on, and Elias realizes that the further he goes, the deeper he falls into the madness of this place. The twisted
reflections of his past, his guilt, his fear—they all start to take shape, tormenting him as he moves through the endless labyrinth. The more he runs, the more the walls close in, and he knows deep
down that there's no way out—only the madness that awaits him.The chapter ends with Elias standing at the crossroads of multiple hallways, unable to distinguish where he’s been or where he’s
headed. His breath comes in gasps, his mind unraveling as the whispers grow louder and more insistent. His only choice now is to continue forward… but for how much longer before he succumbs to the
endless hallways that will never lead him to freedom?
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Elias stands at the crossroads of the endless hallways, his breath shallow, his mind fraying at the edges. The whispers surround him, merging into a cacophony of voices—some familiar, others
foreign, all pressing into his skull with suffocating force. The twisted version of himself still lingers in the distance, unmoving, its empty eyes locked onto him. Desperation takes hold as Elias
turns down a random corridor, running blindly through the darkness. The flickering lights above cast grotesque shadows, elongating his form into something unrecognizable. The hallways bend and
twist in ways that defy logic, as if the very architecture of the ward is shifting to trap him.


Then—silence.The whispers stop. The air stills. Elias slows his steps, his heart hammering. The oppressive darkness ahead thickens, swallowing what little light remains. A mirror stands at the end
of the hallway, its frame ornate but tarnished, streaked with something dark—something red.


Elias hesitates but approaches, compelled by an unseen force. As he gazes into the mirror, he doesn’t see his reflection. Instead, the surface ripples, distorting like water. The glass is a
window—no, a prison—showing him something he wishes he could unsee.


Inside the mirror, he sees himself strapped to a gurney, his eyes wide with terror, his mouth opening in a silent scream. The ward's familiar sterile walls are around him, but they are peeling,
rotting, soaked in crimson stains. Figures in tattered medical uniforms surround the gurney, their faces twisted mockeries of humanity. One of them leans down, its hollow sockets where eyes should
be, whispering something he cannot hear.


Then, the Elias in the mirror turns his head and looks directly at him.


“You don’t belong here,” the reflection says, voice cracking. “But neither do I.”


A hand—his own hand—suddenly emerges from the glass, grasping at him. The cold grip tightens around his wrist, pulling him forward. Panic surges through Elias as the floor beneath him trembles, the
walls groaning as if the entire ward is alive.


The mirror shatters.


Darkness consumes him. Elias wakes up on the floor of a different room, gasping for breath. The mirror is gone. The hallways are gone. Instead, he is surrounded by more reflections—hundreds of
them—each one showing him a different version of himself. Some are broken, bloody, screaming. Others are empty-eyed, staring into oblivion. And then, there is one reflection standing closer than
the rest, watching him with a knowing smirk.


“You’re running in circles,” the reflection taunts. “But you’ll never outrun yourself.”


Elias stares, his mind teetering on the edge of sanity. The realization settles in like a weight on his chest: whatever this place is, it’s forcing him to confront something he’s been running from.


The chapter ends with the reflections flickering, their mouths moving in eerie unison. One phrase escapes their lips, echoing in the air:


“Remember.”
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Elias finds himself in an abandoned psychiatric ward, realizing that the haunted asylum was never real—it was a construct of his own fractured mind. As he uncovers his patient file, he learns the
shocking truth: he was never a visitor, but a patient suffering from dissociative identity disorder. The terrifying entity that has stalked him is a manifestation of his fears, preventing him from
accepting reality.


With the ward collapsing around him, Elias faces a choice: remain trapped in the delusion or wake up. As the creature lunges, he embraces the truth—causing the nightmare world to shatter.


Elias wakes up in a real hospital, restrained to a bed, with medical staff rushing to his side. The Forgotten Ward was his mind’s prison, but now, he is finally awake. The nightmare is over.
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