Don't Stay Up Late
“I found the hospital after driving around the same neighborhood twice. The streets in Martinsville are all one-way and confusing, and even though it’s the next town to Shadyside, everyone always has to circle in on where they are going. There’s never a direct route to anywhere.
While I was driving, I had plenty of time to think. My thoughts weren’t bright or happy or hopeful. The more I thought about Joy, the more I was frightened for myself.
She had the same job before me. She babysat for Bren...da Hart and took care of Harry. And terrible things happened. Things frightening enough, horrifying enough to put her in the state mental hospital.
Of course my biggest question was: Am I next?
The hospital was a tall, white stucco building with tall hedges all around. Three cherry trees in the front had lost most of their blossoms. I parked the car in a visitor parking lot and followed a narrow stone path to a side entrance.
A bronze plaque beside the door proclaimed that the hospital was built by someone named Jacobus Fear in 1911.MoreLess
While I was driving, I had plenty of time to think. My thoughts weren’t bright or happy or hopeful. The more I thought about Joy, the more I was frightened for myself.
She had the same job before me. She babysat for Bren...da Hart and took care of Harry. And terrible things happened. Things frightening enough, horrifying enough to put her in the state mental hospital.
Of course my biggest question was: Am I next?
The hospital was a tall, white stucco building with tall hedges all around. Three cherry trees in the front had lost most of their blossoms. I parked the car in a visitor parking lot and followed a narrow stone path to a side entrance.
A bronze plaque beside the door proclaimed that the hospital was built by someone named Jacobus Fear in 1911.MoreLess
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