Anya was trapped. She didn’t know where she was. The only thing she knew was that it was dark.

Slowly regaining awareness, Anya looked around the room. It was cold and musty. The walls were textured concrete, obviously not done by a professional. They were cold to the touch, and had a thin layer of moisture coating them. She was sitting on a bed with a red quilt, that felt like it was left outside overnight. The singular window was not doing much to illuminate her surroundings, though the sun was bright. The only other thing in the room was a television, playing her childhood favorite show.

It was a cute animated world, bright in color with a rainbow always in the sky. The main character was pictured on the screen. He was exactly like Anya remembered him, with his prince costume and solid black eyes. “he still gives me the chills”, Anya thought to herself.

Her head was spinning while the bright and happy theme song played, with the characters dancing and flashing across the screen, just as it had always been. The wave of nostalgia rushed over Anya, filling her with the same joy that she had felt as a child. Anya reached out for the television, deliriously wishing to be a part of the bright and happy world that was the show. Then it all faded away.

“Anya?” The nurse called into the room. “Anya it’s time for your meds!”

The nurse walked into the room, only to scream in shock. Anya’s lifeless body was hanging halfway out the window, pieces of the shattered pane buried in her stomach. Blood was pooling on the floor of Anya’s room, crimson droplets making tiny ripples. Her flesh was slowly ripping as she was pulled further out the window, glass cracking due to the weight. Finally, the piece of glass lodged in her upper abdomen gave out, causing Anya’s lifeless body to plummet to the ground, cracking bones upon impact. The nurse rushed to the window, looking down at the courtyard. The shards of glass glinted in the sunlight from the rip in Anya’s stomach, blood now flowing from multiple places onto the sidewalk. Though she had worked in the high-risk ward for 30 years, the nurse had never seen such horrors. So distraught, she flung herself out the window after her patient, cracking her neck on the sidewalk below, dying instantly. Both Anya and her nurse were discovered later that night by a guard patrolling the perimeter. In shock, he alerted the doctor, and the facility was locked down, a state it remains in years later. Though not much is known about this now locked mental hospital, people that have been past patients have reported similar experiences of seeing things that were not there, like a television playing their favorite show.