Asylum (28 page)

Authors: Madeleine Roux

Tags: #Juvenile Fiction, #Horror & Ghost Stories, #Mysteries & Detective Stories, #Social Issues, #New Experience

“Not quite. Things are packed but I’m still waiting for Pops.…”

Dan hauled the overstuffed suitcase from the bed to the floor. “He’s coming to pick you up? Does that mean …”

Abby shook her head, her face suddenly sad.

“It turns out—” she said, and then stopped, choked up. “It turns out that she was married to a man in town, and he—and Felix—Felix
killed
him.”

She burst into tears.

“Oh my God, Abby, how horrible,” Dan said, wrapping his arms around her protectively. He hated that he’d gotten himself to a point where it was easier to lie and act surprised than tell the truth. He was sure she still had her secrets, too.

At last, Abby pulled away and wiped her eyes.

“I just feel like this whole summer was cursed,” she said. “Like I made Aunt Lucy’s life worse instead of better, and dragged you and Jordan into this whole mess.”

“No, no, Abby, listen—this summer? This was not your mess. We all had our own stuff to work through, and I am so glad I met you and Jordan so we could work through it together. I mean, we’re going to stay in touch, right? And what happened to your aunt is truly horrible, but she has you and your father, right? She’s not alone, either.”

“I guess you’re right,” Abby sniffled. “And yeah, we’ll definitely stay in touch.”

“Then see? At least the summer wasn’t a total—” Something at the door made him stop. A silhouette appeared, the shadow falling across the open door a second before Professor Reyes appeared, dressed in her usual black. “Professor? Is something wrong?”

“Hm?” She hovered in the doorway, a huge, clinking set of skeleton keys looped over her wrist. “Oh, no, I only wanted to stop by and let you know that Felix Sheridan has been moved to West Hill General. They have an excellent psychiatric team there, and he’ll get the care he so dearly needs and deserves. It’s … such a shame about all of this, but I thought you might want to know what happened.”

“Thank you,” Dan said, nodding. “I just want him to be okay.”

Professor Reyes nodded, her expression unreadable. “We all do.” Then she seemed to remember something, starting and lifting the hand with the key ring. “And by the way, the old wing is locked up for good and a policeman has been posted until everyone is out of the dorm. No one will be seeing the lower levels until my seminar next year. Which, by the way, the offer is still open for you to join.” With a quick, shallow smile, she was turning to go. “Don’t worry, Dan. I’m sure this will just be a bad memory soon.”

That was hardly comforting. The thing about memories was, you never could control when they came up again.

She closed the door softly as she left, and Dan stared at it for a long moment afterward. He kept picturing the keys in her hand and the door.… The door that seemed to hold in all of Brookline’s secrets …

“Dan? Dan, what is it?”

He couldn’t shake the feeling that the keys were important somehow. Felix had said the door to the old wing had been open the day they moved in—that that was how he got inside in the first place. If Professor Reyes possessed the keys, she would have been the one to leave the door unlocked that day. And she could easily have entered the ward whenever she wanted. Like to follow them. Like to trap them in with a cabinet.

“It’s nothing,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m just being paranoid. It’s this place.… I’m not myself here.” That was an understatement. “Want to follow me to my car?”

“Sure,” Abby said, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. “I can’t wait to be anywhere else.”

Together, they each took one handle of the suitcase, lifting it and turning for the door. He wondered if he ought to give her one final kiss here, before they parted, or wait until he got down to the car. It seemed like such an important moment, he really didn’t want to spoil it. Turning that thought over, he started out.

Definitely at the car, he decided, that was more romantic. He grinned and opened the door for her, dreading saying good-bye but happy to know they’d see each other again, when all this trauma with Lucy had blown over. They’d call, of course, and email, and she might even want to visit, especially if Jordan came to stay.

“Daydreaming?” she teased, bumping the suitcase against his thigh.

“Nah,” Dan chuckled, beaming at her as they stepped out into the hall. “Okay, maybe a little …”

“Hey, what’s that?”

“Hm?” He followed Abby’s gaze to the floor, where a small piece of paper waited, half-trapped under his shoe. Dan moved his foot aside and squinted, his heart dropping to his toes as he read the chillingly familiar handwriting.

It was in black ink, centered, in confident, almost playful script.

I’ll be seeing you real soon

Daniel Crawford

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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

A
huge thanks first and foremost to my agent, the indomitable Kate McKean, for giving me the opportunity to work on this project. Thanks also to Andrew Harwell and the team at HarperCollins for making this book possible, and for his creativity, generosity, and guidance. To my family for being patient and supportive (Mom, Pops, Nick, Tristan, Julie, Gwen, and Dom). My gratitude, as always, to the professors who inspired me to reach (Fran, Steve, Rod, Chris, Lisa) and to my high school teachers for making my teenage years much happier than Dan’s (Larry, Adrienne, Naomi).

My thanks and apologies to Beloit College for being the physical inspiration for New Hampshire College—thanks for the inspiring layout and apologies for being turned into a haunted campus.

And last but certainly not least, to the friends who propped me up and kicked my ass when I had bad days: to Kai (too much to name—company, support, dinner, and
Doctor Who
, giver of Appa and maker of monitor Plops), Taylor (aka My Least Favorite Son, support, friendship, laughter, patience, cat pictures, and gossip), Jeremy and Christi (lifesavers!), Anna and Nicholas (and their little ones), Maria, and Kimber (those mice belonged to you, m’dear, even if they apparently drowned).

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PHOTO ILLUSTRATIONS

The images in this book are custom photo illustrations created by Faceout Studio.

Page	Title	From the Collection Of
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11	Brookline	James W Rosenthal, Library of Congress Faceout Studio
34	W D N RA F D	Wally Gobetz, nuttakit/Shutterstock.com
38	Little Lucy	Mike Pecosky, Valentine Agapov/Shutterstock.com Chalabala/Shutterstock.com
40	Man struggling	Valentine Agapov/Shutterstock.com, Chalabala/Shutterstock.com, Henry Clarke/Wellcome Library, London
45	Room interior	Library of Congress, Prints & Photographs Division, HABS PA, 51-PHILA,354-106, Fer Gregory/Shutterstock.com
63	Physicians	Valentine Agapov/Shutterstock.com, Chalabala/Shutterstock.com, Library of Congress, G. Eric and Edith Matson Photograph Collection
79	Ordered room	photogl/Shutterstock.com, Tovkach Oleg/Shutterstock.com, Picsfive/Shutterstock.com, lspace/Shutterstock.com
151	Abby’s illustrations	Faceout Studio
101	Spectacles on a hook	Stephanie Frey/Shutterstock.com, Peter Zijlstra/Shutterstock.com, Igor gratzer/Shutterstock.com
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117	Warden’s journal	Photomim/Shutterstock.com, D.J.McGee/Shutterstock.com, Mark Carrel/Shutterstock.com, Faceout Studio
121	Kill a hydra?	IgorGolovniov/Shutterstock.com, Annmarie Young/Shutterstock.com, Faceout Studio
135	Tunnel	Tuomas Lehtinen/Shutterstock.com