#Death at the Sanatorium

[jolieeason]

Bookish Travels---August 2024 Destinations

I saw this meme on It’s All About Books and thought, I like this!! So, I decided to do it once a month also. Many thanks to Yvonne for originally posting this!! This post is what it says: Places I travel to in books each month. Books take you to places you would never get to. Bon Voyage!! Please let me know if you have read these books or traveled to these areas. Countries I visited the most:…

[bloodmaarked]

➸ reading list

just added:

we'll prescribe you a cat, syou ishida

the full moon coffee shop, mai mochizuki

death at the sanatorium, ragnar jónasson

the lantern of lost memories, sanaka hiiragi

the queen's spade, sarah raughley

we solve murders, richard osman

welcome to the hyunam-dong bookshop, hwang bo-reum

dallergut dream department store, mi-ye lee

the secret lives of baba segi's wives, lola shoneyin

sula, toni morrison

[zishuge]

The Spirealm 致命游戏 (2024) | Ep. 12

[ostensiblynone]

✨ communication ✨

The Death Tunnel of Waverly Hills Sanatorium • Ghost Files Season 1 Episode 1 Sep 23, 2022

[helloitsvehere]

2017 - 2022

[marksandrec]

Marks and Rec: Misc #2442

(Dialogue from tumblr; suggested by @mizgirl100880 forever ago.)

[lonelylonelyghost]

OK, but actually props to the production team of Spirealm for committing to creepy shit

It's very rare for cdramas to veer into the horror territory in general, but even if they have some elements of it, it's always with an obnoxious on-screen explanation that it's actually not a ghost but an illusion caused by toxic fumes or whatever the hell (I'm looking at you, Guardian and the entirety of DMBJ). This kind of approach feels frankly a bit condescending. I'm not an idiot to immediately believe that every shadow in my room is a demon after seeing one in a movie, but I also came to watch some weird things happening to my OTP, not to attend a chemistry lesson.

But here, because of the drama's settings (which also can be seen as a cop out, but I'll take it), the story actually has supernatural elements, which nobody immediately dismisses as a hallucination, and it feels... refreshing.

I'm not a huge lover of pure horror as a genre, but I like supernatural things and enjoy me some spookies every once in a while. And Spirealm, with its unique settings for Doors, creepy girls and somehow even creepier eggs, musical instruments made out of human skin, its haunting little songs and overall atmosphere, feels like a proper supernatural show that doesn't look down on you.

And it's awesome

[orchidvioletindigo]

"How did he die?"

-"Oh, it was a respiratory illness."

"Why are all of his bones broken?"

[ordinaryeternalmachinery]

Tomorrow I'll wake up at the ranch, he thought, and it was as if he was two men at a time: the man who travelled through the autumn day and across the geography of the fatherland, and the other one, locked up in a sanatorium and subject to methodical servitude.

FICCIONES by jorge luis borges

[hauntsect]

It's thundering, storming harshly outside the wards – every patient prompted to stay inside. Yet, despite them being protected from the heavy rain and the lightning outside, the strong noise of a calamity reached every single room. Not just that, the screams of one particular patient reverberate throughout every corner. The noise must be getting to them.

"Someone, please, sedate whoever is causing such a ruckus." The doctor says and the nurses hesitate to speak. It's one of them who ultimately informs what the others wanted to say, he himself seems shaky about it, too.

"It's Hyles, sir." The man speaks and the doctor stops scribbling on paperwork. He turns over to the nurse, he stares back at him, eyes squinting in disbelief.

"My little boy? Is he in pain?" It was the only explanation for this and even that was shaky. He wasn't one to complain so audibly about his ailments. Why, the man called him his best patient due to it. He had even visited him earlier today, gifted him a nice book to read and all. Hyles had said the pain was bearable. Now, though, even he could hear his shrieks and wails from the other corner of the ward. Sounded like those of an agonizing, wretched creature. His poor kid...

Rushing to room 125, the scenery took a drastic change. From white, pristine walls to a shocking crimson, there's blood splattered all over. Pieces of skin fall roughly along with it. On the once white bed sits the boy, ripping and tearing at his own skin with both fingers and trembling scalpel. All of this, done as he cries out. The bodies of both nurses and doctors decorate parts of the floor and even the corners of the bed – it seemed it wasn't only his blood spread around.

He looked grotesque, flesh ripped apart, tears staining even the parts of his face that were bleeding out. Hyles is desperate, he screams and shakes, he wails, and speaks...

The language is foreign — to the people seeing it happen, it's all gibberish. Yet he cries out... and the doctor listens.

"Hyles... Hyles, it's me. Are you listening? If you cry out like this, we can't help you. Use the words you have learned. Use them." He encourages and, somehow, in between the wails, his carving of skin, blood-splattering comes to a halt, trickling down in discreet puddles. The scalpel falls over to the crimson bed, just as he is downcast. Finally, it seems like he is breathing.

"It hurts..."

"That has never caused such a visceral reaction. Go on, keep using your words." The doctor encourages while slowly approaching the boy.

"It is killing me. I'm dying, but... the stars. They're too high up, I cannot reach them. And the things they demand, and the things they want, I cannot do it. They're calling to me, I see them, I hear them. They're everywhere. I'll die before I make it. I... cannot... Cannot let it happen. Cannot, I must extirpate this decease, before it stops me... But I can't find it. I have to go deeper."

"No, Hyles, sweetest little saccharine dew," the doctor calls to him sweetly, mimicking the ways in which Hyles himself liked to speak towards his favorites, it keeps his attention steady, it was a language shared between them – proof of affection, Hyles would oftentimes call it, a weapon the doctor quietly surmised. The very weapon he used right now to keep Hyles calm. Crazed eyes land upon the older man's, who smiles back at him, calmly. He approaches and Hyles raises his hands towards him.

"I can't find it..." He cries out vaguely, tears running down. The man nods at him before he covers the bloodied boy in an embrace... and injects him a vivid blue liquid in. For a moment, there was silence, the grip of the boy slowly growing weaker and weaker... He gives in to the doctor's embrace, eyes closing, a relaxed sigh coming out.

"I thought our sedatives didn't work on him..."

"They don't... This was a different medicine." He comments, a blatant lie he hides neatly as he remains there, hugging his dear boy for a while longer... Worried that this might be the last time he could.

He thought maybe Hyles would turn into a crazed monster, much like the other subjects exposed to such a vial... He acknowledged he was crazy for even thinking this might help, for even trying it out on him, of all people. After he had done it, he was sure he would come to regret it. Yet, no growling, no twist or turning, nothing comes out of it. Instead, peace. Hyles sleeps, and the doctor places him softly on the bed. When he turns over, the fellow nurses who saw everything were still there, unable to decide if to leave or not. The scene was enough to make them want to run, but...

"Stitch him up. I'll take care of the rest." He wouldn't say it, but he was kind of an expert when it came to fixing a scene... "My nephew is not to be disturbed, once you're done. Just stitch him, wrap him up, and leave the room as is."

Nauseous and unsure, the nurses comply, and their hard work begins...

Hyles knows it has taken him long to wake up, despite the rain still pouring so soundly. It seemed the storm wouldn't let up, but it looked quite dark outside, despite the intensity of the lights keeping his room from succumbing to the void. The pain is gone, it has subsided, his organs no longer burning, no need to twist and turn, wail or scream. His muscles ache, his body aches, but the sting seems so far-away, nullified by the bandages spread all over him, and some form of painkiller.

He hears a scrubbing by his side, he turns over and realizes the walls have been rendered pristine white again... Only remnants of crimson remain on the floor. No bodies to be seen. Right, he recalled ripping one of his least favorites apart... and some others. He sits over, his uncle is doing quite a good job at this, he never believed him when he said he used to be a cleaner... Even the book he had been reading – the very one the man had gifted him – was no longer stained with blood. His bookmarks intact, as if nothing had happened to them.

We are not alone in the universe. I am not alone. I am a part of this universe, too.

"What did you do to me?" A hoarse voice asks and the doctor turns over, smiling as he usually does with his favorite patient.

"I might have found your cure."

[runawaycarouselhorse]

[jolieeason]

WWW Wednesday: August 28th, 2024

WWW Wednesday is a weekly meme Sam hosts at Taking on a World of Words. The Three Ws are: What are you currently reading? What did you recently finish reading? What do you think you’ll read next? Here is what I am currently reading, recently finished, and plan to read from Thursday to Wednesday. Let me know if you have read or are planning on reading any of these books!! Happy…

[lucentparanormal]

Watcher has kicked off their Ghost Files series with an investigation at Waverly Hills Sanatorium

[sockscosyreblogs]

I’m such a hypocrite for this but I hope we can play as Emily more in Until Dawn Remake😭😭

In action segments especially!

I LOVE selfish characters who will do anything to survive.

Also if Emily could find Jess in the mines and they could both work together to escape that would be awesome! But also that’s definitely not happening lol

I need to make another post or smth where I rant about the characters and my hopes for their changes in the Remake hahahah. Because I am HYPERFIXATING rn it is kinda stressful haha

[ostensiblynone]

Well, I’m gonna kill him. He’s gonna be a ghost at Waverly.

The Death Tunnel of Waverly Hills Sanatorium • Ghost Files Season 1 Episode 1 Sep 23, 2022

[helloitsvehere]

"Remember, you're a ghost hunter. So, just do your fuckin' job"

"Well, unfortunately you're gonna have to, because this is your fucking job"