December 23rd, 1999, 12:00 AM: The paranormal investigators enter the building. As they pull out their camera "Alright you paranormal enjoyers we are out here at Willard Asylum for the Chronic Insane which had its last patient in 1996... I think"

"No, it was 1995 Matthew," a feminine voice says

"Oh okay well if Bree says it it must be true," Matthew says chuckling

"So it's only been four years this is kinda creepy guys" another voice chimes in

"Oh don't be a pussy Nick" Bree says slapping his shoulder

"If anyone is a pussy here it's Xavier," Nick says confidently

"Shut up Nick, guys come look at this" Xavier says.

The camera pans over to Xavier as he holds a piece of paper and reads it.

"What does it say?" asks Bree

"There was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile,

He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile;

He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,

And they all lived together in a little crooked house." Xavier says

"Creepy! This dude must be a freak." Nick says smirking

"Dude, you might offend a ghost," Matthew says laughing and pointing the camera at Nick

"Guys take this seriously spirits can be a threat if you provoke them," Bree says crossing her arms and looking at them as Nick pans the camera over to her.

"There's more on the back," Xavier says flipping the page.

"Once in a mirror grimly gazed,

AMMY, the specter eternally crazed.

Corruption clung to her ghostly form,

A menace lurking, evil born.

Anxiety grips tight, panic ablaze,

In the shadow of Death's maze." Xavier looks up at the others.

"AMMY huh? I think I've heard that name before" Bree says as she starts flipping through a book. Matthew pans the camera to a silver hand-held mirror on the ground.

"Hey Xavier what's that?" Matthew asks as he continues to point the camera at Xavier.

"Maybe don't pick that up dude," Nick says fear creeping into his voice.

Xavier picks it up and looks into it.

Bree speaks up "I was right I have heard that before so get this the name AMMY is actually-"

December 23rd, 1999, 12:30 AM: "Xavier you okay man?" Nick asks as the camera pans to Nick placing his hand on Xavier's shoulder as Xavier is shaking and twitching while looking at the ground.

"Dude stop messing around" Matthew shouts as the camera is shaking in his grip. Suddenly Xavier snaps his head to Nick and throws him across the room.

"Holy shit! Bree come on we gotta go!" Matthew says as he runs and grabs Bree the camera is shaking while they're running occasionally panning back to Xavier as he's running after them with a wicked smile spreading across his face.

"Xavier what the hell are you doing!" Bree yells back at him

"XAVIER? NO NO NO THAT ISNT WHO I AM" Xavier? responds

Suddenly they arrive at a dead end as the camera pans to Xavier? And the camera falls to the ground.

"I AM AMMY"

December 23rd, 1999, 12:45 AM: Bree is sobbing as the camera is pointing at Matthew's corpse on the ground AMMY picks up the camera and points it to Bree who is huddled in the corner praying and holding a cross.

"GOD? I'M AFRAID GOD ISN'T HERE ANYMORE LITTLE ONE. NOT THAT HE'D CARE ABOUT SOMETHING LIKE YOU. ANY LAST WORDS?" AMMY says chuckling and reaching out Xavier's hand to grab her.

Suddenly Bree kicks the legs of AMMY and starts running away,

"AH! SO THE GAME CONTINUES!" AMMY laughs and starts running after Bree as it seems the reality around the camera is bending and snapping,

Walls contort and break, furniture becomes so crooked it's unrecognizable. Bree quickly runs into a room that hasn't been affected.

AMMY approaches the door and slowly opens the door. The room is dark and full of beds and old medical equipment as it starts to bend as well.

"THERE WAS A CROOKED MAN. AND HE WENT A CROOKED MILE," AMMY continues to enter the room making more space bend.

"HE FOUND A CROOKED SIXPENCE AGAINST A CROOKED STILE," AMMY pushes some beds out trying to locate Bree.

"HE BOUGHT A CROOKED CAT, WHICH CAUGHT A CROOKED MOUSE," AMMY pushed a bed out of the way as Bree looked up at AMMY completely terrified, AMMY smiled and reached towards her.

"AND THEY ALL LIVED TOGETHER IN A LITTLE CROOKED HOUSE" AMMY laughs as Bree's body becomes.....Crooked.

December 23rd, 1999, 12:50 AM:

In shadows deep, where whispers weep,

AMMY found Bree in quiet sleep.

With chilling touch and eyes so cold,

Bree's soul to the heavens beautifully rolled.

Yet in the afterlife, their fates entwined,

A nursery rhyme of terror designed.

End Chronicle-009