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August 21, 2011

There are sleepover parties called ‘screamers’ that many teens participate in during high school. This is my, Cassiarina Mondragon’s, screamer experience.

I showed up with my friends at Nyssa’s house for a sleepover she had invited us to. This was an epic event in our high school social life for Nyssa was the head cheerleader and we, my friends and I, were nothing but geeks. A. K. A. The Blips. Heck, this was my first sleepover ever. So, I had decided to wear my cutest set of pajamas.

As we walked up the sidewalk to Nyssa’s porch she opened the door with a smile like the Cheshire cat’s smile on her lips. I started to get a little suspicious as common sense question started running through my mind.

“Why is she smiling so wide?”

“Since when is Nyssa nice to us?”

“Since when does she even talk to us?”

My mind was suddenly racing around in circles but I managed to push the thoughts to the back of my mind until there was just a nagging feeling in my gut.

“Hi girls!” Nyssa started, “How about we get this sleepover started?”

I started grinning as anticipation started to set it and cover up the suspicions that I had had as we all stepped into Nyssa’s house. She started to hand out slips of paper to all of us.

“These look like… directions?” Rebecca said making it sound like a question.

“They are directions, to where we’re actually going to have the sleepover.” Allison, one of Nyssa’s sycophants, told us, “We, Nyssa and I, figured we would make this sleepover a little more interesting by having it at the old abandoned asylum.”

“So hurry up girls or we won’t get there before sunset!” Nyssa ordered us all.

We all hurried to the cars and I jumped into the car with Ivory, my best friend since birth, and she jumped into the driver’s seat and started up the car pulling out and heading towards the old asylum.

I was a little nervous about spending the night at the old asylum as we drove there. Roosevelt Asylum had been shut down in the late 1960s when the patients had all rioted against the main doctor for experimenting on them. The patients had supposedly killed the doctor and hid the body. Since then the doctor’s body has yet to be found. Nowadays it is rumored to be haunted and if someone were to stay there overnight the ghosts would drive that person insane.

When I finally snapped back to the present from my thoughts I realized that we were at the old asylum. I took a deep breath to steady my nerves and stepped out of the car slowly.

I grabbed my overnight bag and headed towards the steps that lead up to the door of the asylum where Nyssa and Allison were already waiting.

“Finally slow pokes!” Nyssa exclaimed as she opened the large wooden doors.

We all made our way in and looked around. It looked every bit the haunted asylum it was rumored to be. The few lights that still worked were swinging by their wires and flickering on and off every now and then. There was a cold, wet draft running through the air causing goosebumps to rise on my arms and the hair on my neck to stand on end. The walls were stained and a little moldy from the building not being tended to for the past few years. The floor was covered in old newspapers and the hall had medical carts scattered all the way down it with some of them tipped over on their sides.

“Okay girls, we’re staying in the examination room. Go down the hall and there should be a door off the left that says examination on the door.” Nyssa directed us.