The ghosts lingered behind in the bones of the disemboweled sanitarium. Buried secrets, the lost struggled to divulge untold tales. For among the dead were tortured storytellers.
Cover-ups are never perfect. Paper records vanished in the fiery furnace. Evidence erased, withered by time, public apathy.
From the gore of the orderly’s fate, a suicide note found. Clues emerged speaking to a history of gruesome horrors.
The investigators dug deep. Modern science met olden crimes; luminol glowed in black light.
Under twisted oak, the bodies came forth. First one. Then more.
Secrets are escapists with contempt for lock and key.
Picture is copyright by Chris Lofqvist.