Blood in the Asylum: MORGANA

(pszichohorror- mystic- drama)

"They didn't notice that something had changed. Mirrors behave strangely. Some people feel like they don't see themselves in them.. And sometimes, if you look at your own reflection for a long time… something completely different looks back at you! "

Danee / A_Boii /

Part One - Morgana's Prison: The "Prisoner" of the Institute

On the outskirts of town, where the fog never lifted and the trees stood as silent as if listening, stood a crumbling gray hospital. The locals simply called it "The Magdalene's Hotel," and even during the day they chose to avoid it. Legend has it that it was there that a young American woman, Morgana, was treated, tortured to death two hundred years ago by the deviant doctors and nurses of the Hungarian institute - her body was never recovered, she was largely destroyed after the flame of her life died. It is said that before she died, she whispered something... a curse... that the wind still carries between the ruined walls.

No one dared to go near the house, except Eliza, a 19-year-old girl who had always been attracted to the unknown. One evening, when the moon was streaking across the sky like a blood-smeared scythe, Eliza rolled up to "just look around" the deserted place. Her grandmother had once been treated here.

The hospital door creaked open, as if it had been waiting for her. Inside, dust hung in the air, yet everything seemed untouched - a pendulum clock was ticking, a mirror reflected the girl's face, and the building was cold... an oppressive feeling electrified Eliza. Across from her, in the dirty armchair, sat a black cat. There was more than animal intelligence in its eyes. It turned towards Eliza, its tail wagging in a slow rhythm. The fire suddenly flared up in the thick pillar candle, and the door slammed behind Eliza.

A voice spoke - not the cat's, but the building's. Morgana's voice.

"Finally... someone of my blood..."

Eliza's throat froze with a scream. The cat suddenly ran away from the large collapsed window, and the girl saw a bony, stooped, taller figure at the far end of the ground floor - but his face was hidden in shadow. The lines of his longer, black crown of hair were visible. His body was distorted. The candle flame went out. It became dark. Only the collapsed, fallen pieces of the walls let in a few moonbeams. The terrifying figure hurried towards Eliza, laughing demonically. She screamed...

The next morning, a strange thing happened on the outskirts of the city. At the window of the middle ward on the top floor of the Institute, a young form appeared. It just stood there, staring out the window.

Several people noticed it, reporters and journalists swarmed the place.

But in vain did they go upstairs, they did not see the girl in that room. Only the huge window, many standing mirrors, dirty and unassuming beds. From outside, in the window, the figure of the young girl was completely visible. No one knew what it was all about.

Eliza - her soul was stuck there!

Part Two - Morgana's Prison: Dusty Diaries

The black cat glided quietly, noiselessly between the houses. No one dared to disturb it. Anyone who tried – disappeared. First only an old woman, then the baker of the small town, finally the caretaker. Before each disappearance, all that could be heard was: the cat's meowing... which increasingly resembled a human cry. She was: Morgana's Familiar!

Eliza's soul was no longer standing at the window. They investigated and searched in vain - all her friends knew a few towns away was that she had set off to see the Institute that night.

As the days passed, the commotion subsided. Everyone returned to their usual lives.

The town's teacher, Marton, became suspicious about the unusual incident that had occurred at the Mental Hospital. He began to search through old chronicles, dusty letters, and came across a forgotten diary that wrote about the granddaughter of a witch named Morgana... who, after the painful death of her grandmother, carried an eternal curse within herself. The little girl's name was Eliza.

Marton knew: Eliza had not returned to the house by chance. She believed in the Supernatural. The word of blood called her. And now that the curse had been fulfilled, Morgana's spirit began to gain strength - through Eliza's body.

One moonless night, Marton sneaked to the building. He carried a medallion with him - an ancient talisman that only one person could wear: Morgana's husband, the witch hunter, who was actually one of the doctors of the woman he had killed. The institute seemed empty. The cat was resting peacefully. A flame burned in the candle. The mirror on the wall suddenly trembled, and Marton saw his own face in it... behind him, Eliza - in human form.

– You too will die.. – the girl whispered.

– Leave Eliza alone. – Martin replied, and pulled out the pendant.

The "house" began to howl. Not the walls, not the furniture – the hospital itself. The man ran up to one of the upstairs wards and hid behind a used, dirty bathtub. In the middle room with the huge window, the mirrors facing each other cracked and started to bleed, Morgana's spirit burst from the candle flame, as a painful memory. He went upstairs, following Martin.

But the pendant shone in the man's hand – he trembled. Morgana appeared before him, screaming loudly. Marton grabbed her ears, from which blood flowed, then from her eyes and nose, slowly from every orifice of her body – finally she lay on the floor with her eyes bulging, bleeding – dead.

The next day, the institute resonated with a very strange sound. The cat hurried back after its night hunt - into - that ruined building!

And a new legend was born: If a black cat sits by the candle flame, do not look in the mirror. Because Morgana might be watching you too.

Part Three - Morgana's Prison: Blood Moon

Two weeks had passed since Eliza disappeared. The village slowly began to forget the nightmare. Her friends were also calmer. They were waiting for her to go home. But one night, something started again.

The Blood Moon had risen!

The trees in the surrounding forests cracked.

The animals gathered. A black, pitch-like liquid began to seep from the ground - where the Mental Hospital used to stand.

And the cat appeared again. The black cat, with red eyes, headed for the center of the black spot. When she reached it, she reached out - the ground trembled. And from what had been only a dark memory until then, something emerged that was no longer just a ghost - but a flesh-and-blood horror.

Morgana returned.

But she was not alone. The portal to the spirit world summoned through Eliza opened, and with it shadows escaped into our world – witches with blurred faces, demons laughing in screaming childish voices, and a figure who was a distortion of time itself: an old woman dressed in pitch-black clothes who bore Eliza's face… but whose voice was Morgana.

Marton's son, now an adult, knew what had happened to his father recently, and he kept the pendant with him so that he could one day take revenge on the Bogne.

He also knew that the strongest Blood Moon was about to break through – tonight.

So he emerged from behind the old, hollow tree, then took out the talisman – but it no longer glowed. The spell was broken. The protection was gone. There was only one thing left for him to do: summon the ancient fire sacrifice with which a witch's body could be burned forever. But this required a volunteer - someone who would be willing to give his body to the fire and bind his soul to Morgana's power, so that it would be trapped there with him forever.

He thought, sacrificing himself and jumped in front of the demons! He threw a bottle of oil at the feet of the distorted creature, which broke and splashed on his cloak,

the boy did not hesitate - then threw a burning match!

But the flames did not burn the Witch,

who laughed heartily - devilishly. The creature waved its hand, and the boy's neck broke, his body sprawled.

And then someone stepped forward: a girl, with long black hair, green eyes. She was none other than Eliza's niece. She knew that only the one in whom the curse lives could destroy her! She followed the events, silently - secretly.

She decided: she would be the one to close the passage.

The ritual began. The fire flared up. Morgana laughed—but only for a moment. For as the girl stepped into the flames, the whole world trembled, the earth shook. For a moment, everything was silent.

Then light… and darkness… and it swallowed up all demons, witches, everything… the gate closed and closed.

Part Four - Morgana's Prison: The Secret Room

- The former women's mental hospital opened its doors in 1895, but never officially closed. The last patient, a young American woman, allegedly took her own life, but neither her body nor a suicide note was found. According to the records, she repeated only one thing before falling silent for good:

"The witch does not sleep. Someone will come soon - blood will flow, and yours!" - the university professor gave the lecture.

Now, more than a hundred years later, as part of a doctoral research, three psychology students - Anna, Mark and Ivett - decided to get to know the legendary Mental Hospital.

According to documents from the city archives, the Sisters of Our Lady's Light Psychiatry was special: the patients didn't just struggle with psychological disorders - they all reported the same "female presence" that appeared in their rooms at night.

They packed them in for five days, in the deserted place. The first night, the researchers set up camp in one room. They only ventured into the corridors in daylight. The walls were stained, as if someone had been painting them for decades. In one room, they found small drawings - female faces, each one of which seemed to be screaming. They tried to figure out what kind of examinations they could have performed in the ward with the huge window and the mirror in the middle.

A large, undamaged mirror hung on the wall, in the corners of which Márk saw slight depressions in the wall.

He lifted the object, then knocked down the plaster and found a small wooden door.

- Come here! I found something! - he told the others.

- A door? - Ivett approached him.

- Let's see. - Anna opened it.

They entered a hidden room and turned on the light. The place was cold. It must have been some kind of ceremonial room - there were symbols carved in circles on the walls. On the table lay a dusty, old diary. Its title was worn, but one word remained clearly legible:

"Morgana"

Levente said the name out loud, and the air froze.

And then the mirror the boy had lifted - which had been dusty before - cleared. The three listeners didn't notice. Eliza appeared in it, then Morgana - both with grins on their faces, while they searched the room.

That night Anna couldn't sleep. She wrote in her diary:

"The witch doesn't sleep. Someone will come soon - blood, and yours will flow!"

They managed to read this text from the secret room diary.

It was strange to the girl, because her psychology professor had also talked about the same thing.

Part Five - Morgana's Prison: The Inhabitants of the Mirrors

Mirrors Don't Lie.

Anna didn't sleep all night. The others had already retreated, Ivett just shrugged at the events, and Márk tried to find rational explanations - for the story of the institute. Anna, on the other hand, felt that something was wrong with Our Lady.

At three in the morning, the suspicious girl went back to the secret room again. The book was lying there on the table. It was no longer dusty, as if someone had been reading it since then. Anna opened it. The pages were full of lines written in an unknown language, but her eyes suddenly stopped at something - a single burned-in name:

"Anna"

It had traces of flame, as if someone had written it with heat not so long ago. The girl flinched back, but then she heard movement. Footsteps.

They were not rushing, not hurried steps - more like the voice of a woman walking down a hospital corridor. The sound of heels on the linoleum.

Anna didn't dare to breathe, but something drew her towards the sounds. It suddenly became cooler… and a soft whisper hit her ear. The whisper didn't form meaningful words – more like memories. She heard her mother speak, then a laugh she hadn't heard in a long time: that of her younger brother, who had died as a child. The young brown-haired girl shivered and would have backed away, but her legs wouldn't obey. The pages of the diary began to turn by themselves, as if the wind were blowing them – but there was no movement of air. And on the last page a drawing appeared.

A woman tied to a bed. Blood began to drip from the diary..Her face… was Anna's face.

By morning the girl had not returned to her companions. After a long search, Márk and Ivett found her lying on the floor in the open-hidden room… but she took on three different bodies in standing mirrors, three different shapes. The shattered glass made it even more creepy, while Ivett and Márk picked their companion up from the ground and tried to wake her up.

One of the mirror figures was an old, grumpy doctor wearing a bloody, white coat. The other… was Anna. But her eyes turned black, she smiled. Finally, the young girl: Eliza was crying in the mirror. When they staggered out of the room, into the ward with Anna, the mirror figures disappeared.

Part Six - Morgana's Prison: Is there no exit from the Closed Ward?

Mark became aware of a sound at 9:06 PM. It wasn't the wind, nor was it Ivett's - as he was leafing through papers - but a tinkling female voice that sang slowly, clearly, almost tenderly.

"My voice is calling,

the night is coming, what opens,

through the bloody door

Morgana is arriving again..."

He immediately sat up. The sound stopped. He hoped for Anna, because she had since regained consciousness, although they couldn't even imagine - why she had fainted at night. He went to the mirrored ward, and found the door to the hidden room ajar. He knew - it couldn't be, because they had locked it a few hours ago, they had brought out all the important research materials from there and he had hung the mirror back up himself.

The wall mirror had disappeared, he couldn't find it anywhere.

- Anna? - he called softly, hoping she might be there.

Ivett also entered the cold room.. She stared fixedly at one of the broken standing mirrors – but now it showed an entire ward. Inside were beds, pale female faces, arms tied, eyes turned glassily towards the ceiling. The blonde girl was shocked, just staring at what the mirror showed. It was terrifying. On the wall: engraved names. None of them were known in the real world. Except for one.

"Mrs. Hollósné"

Mark also read it out loud in amazement, whereupon Ivett growled at her:

– Don't say it out loud! I've heard that name too many times at night.

– Since when?

– Since we came here.

Mark trembled. Deep circles darkened under Ivett's eyes, as if she hadn't slept for days. But they had only been here for two nights.

– We have to go – Mark said, but Ivett didn't move.

– Anna is still here. - their companion appeared in the mirror: with bleeding eyes, ears, and nose - and then disappeared.

Mark grabbed Ivett with a trembling hand, and they ran out into the corridor.

The terrible diary slid on its own on the floor in front of them and opened. This time it wasn't just a drawing, but words and sentences that could be read. The young people watched, trembling.

The ink flowed out of the little book like blood, letters and words appeared. The answer appeared on its paper by itself, as if its page were breathing.

"Here it is. Now he can see too. You are still blind. But the night is coming, when your eyes are no longer needed. It is enough for your soul to watch."

Ivett and Mark started running, calling out to their companion:

- Anna! Where are you?

- We have to get out of here, come on, let's pack!" shouted the blonde listening girl.

No answer came. They searched in vain for Anna, but they found no more. The two young people began to pack furiously, but suddenly they saw the mirror on the wall of the room. Yes, in the room where they slept, although it had a place in the hall of mirrors.

The mirror moved. From the inside. Like a hand squeezing through a window, something slowly reached out from it. It was not a body. More like a shadow. Intangible, yet real.

Ivett did not move. She was as if she had been bewitched by something. And then the mirror cracked – but not from the outside, but from the inside. As if something wanted to break it out.

The walls closed around them so tightly, as if the building were breathing. Every door opened. The mirror no longer showed anything but one door. It was made of wood, dark, cracked, with only one inscription on it:

" Help! -Anna"

Although it was an illusion, Ivett immediately stepped closer and grabbed the "handle", but the door disappeared, and a lanky, bony, old, bloody hand grabbed her arm.

It was Morgana.

She possessed the blonde girl, finally sucking her spiritual power, leaving her body. Ivett was dead.

- Ivett! No! - Mark shouted at her.

- Leave her! You can't do anything anymore, she's one of us too! Her power! - spoke the soul of 19-year-old Eliza, from next to the closet.

The black-haired guy ran out and just ran down the spooky corridor until he reached the basement door.

The images vibrating on the walls: A Renaissance woman sentenced to the stake. A Victorian girl locked in a room by her father for "talking to the mirror." And a blond child whispering charms in the cradle.

Then Mark saw her.

Anna stood before him, but her eyes were deep black. Not brown. Not green. A color no one had ever seen before.

"You... aren't Anna! Morgana?" he asked, trembling.

Anna just smiled.

"No. I was Morgana. I am. And I will be. In a different body every time. But now... for the first time I chose. And this body became mine. Stronger than my granddaughter's..." laughed the voice of the Bogne.

The walls closed behind them. Mark fell to his knees as he realized that their research had not revealed anything - but had awakened him.

Anna (or what became of her) raised her hand and whispered:

"This is not a place. A memory. A hunch. A gate between worlds. And I am, was, will be the key."

The last thing Mark saw before he bled out was a hundred mirrors appearing behind the walls. In each one a 'tortured figure. Each one in a different age. And each one says the same thing, then screams:

"The witch does not sleep. Someone will come soon- and your blood will flow at the sight of her!"

With the power of a hundred "feminists", thanks to Anna's fresh, young body, Morgana returned. This is how she can fulfill her Revenge:

She will end all men who find pleasure in torturing women! She will avenge what was done to her. Her death due to the cruelty of her doctors, her own husband and the nurses! All the electroshock therapy, the torture of his body orifices, the starvation, the bleeding, the horse tranquilizers- everything!

Morgana left the Institute of Our Lady as Anna, and set off on the bumpy road of the town. With her familiar. Dark clouds rolled in, a strong wind whipped her hair, lightning zigzagged across the sky, thunder carried the news of impending- dark judgments!

Danee / A_Boii /

"Behind closed doors, things happen that go beyond madness. Morgana – a former patient, now just a memory… or is she? Will she take revenge? The hospital walls don't forget. The mirrors take on a life of their own, and the thin layer of reality cracks."

Danee / A_Boii /