As I make my way through the dimly lit halls of the mental hospital, with the faint scent of antiseptic lingering in the air, a sudden scream pierces through the quiet atmosphere, sending shivers down my spine. The chilling cry seems to echo all around me, pulling me towards its source. Without hesitation, my heart pounding in my chest, my curiosity pushes me forward with a sense of urgency.
The origins of the distressing scream grow louder as I approach one of the rooms, its door slightly open, allowing disturbing sounds to escape into the corridor. A mixture of fear and compassion washes over me. My hand trembles slightly as I push open the heavy metal door, revealing a scene that tragically taints the sterile surroundings of the psychiatric institution.
Before me, a young girl, is bound tightly in a suffocating straitjacket, I’m not sure whether I want to turn back or just stay and help. My nerves kept me from speaking so the moment felt awkward and slightly frightening all at the same time.