The Cradle

[consumptivefawn]

Genre: Horror, fantasy
(I originally wrote this on microsoft word with different fonts, so that's why the 'Language Of The Night Thing' might not apply on CS :3) Also the story takes place in May, 1967.) Charley Lynn Lee, a thirteen year old girl, resident at The Cradle, which opened in 1700. The Cradle is haunted, creepy and full of lore- nobody knows exactly what happened over the years, really.
Dr. Sawbones, aka Tys Sawbones, Crystal Deathstone, and many other stories have to be. Also notes from Crystal's diary, and others.

[consumptivefawn]

The Cradle was founded centuries ago by one of the city’s elite residents after his only child was swept away, never to be heard of or seen again. Step by step the line of the founder faded away, their ruins and deeds forgotten. Now everybody calls it simply ‘The Cradle’.
Centuries ago, a poltergeist, Undead, creepy thing started haunting this place. A girl who vanished centuries ago a year after the thing started haunting us, Crystal, went missing. She knew all about him- possibly she was his best friend. She was only about 10 or so. Tys, she called him. I doubted every word the insane girl said though. “Ya gotta believe,” she said in 1960. Was she honestly a fan of Tug McGraw? Did she sneak through to watch baseball games? Who knows. Anyways, after she vanished, the creepy ghost thing stopped haunting, but came for a few visits at the creepiest of nights in any selected month or year. Usually 13th of Friday- that’s what it was this year.
The building has thick stone walls, metal and tower, making it resemble a prison rather than a shelter. The lights and halls were creepy, foggy and draughty, and dark. The lights were high-domed and usually only gave a small amount of light. It was considered a shelter not because you were safer there, but because everyone was safe from you. . Nobody knows what the city council was gonna do with the place. Did I mention the place was creepy as hell?
Mary had asked us to go meet our new doctors and such. They’re names are Annie Charlette, Jay Freddy, even the killer of the six children at Freddy’s, Riley “Vincent” Karshidan. Well, he was a former doctor…now he’s a day guard. Ugh. Back to the names. Lynn Rose, Samuel Oliver, and yeah…They made things like Mutagen. How?!?! Plus they did and made stuff our old doctor Dr. Bloom didn’t. Like, daggers and poison…how the hell. WHY?!?!?! Okay, if your wondering who this is telling you about this stupid place, I’m
Charley Lee. Yes I am a girl, its not ‘C h a r l I i e’. Learn you idiot! Okay… Sorry. They even had to move about 12 kids to the asylum next door. Its EVEN CREEPIER! Only by like, 97%. I’ve been there, didn’t like it. I was moved for 2 years. Its haunted like hell! The reason we’re moved is to make room for ‘special residents’. A few of my friends, Ashley Bonnie Billy, Conor Foxy Arvid, Freddy Ulf, and Chicadee Bird as well as Goldie Ulf, were moved to that place monthly back and forth. Oh, and my friends Ashley and Conor prefer the names Bonnie and Foxy. So call them that. Yeah. My other friend is Conor Arlert. And Kaylee Berk and Julianna Harry.
I’m also back and forth every 2 months with Conor, but not with Foxy, Freddy, Goldie, Chica and Bonnie.
Anyway, Crystal, Marty, Beth and Janette were always creepy and bloody. I don’t know why. They’re dangerous. You could say, even that they’re psychos. Janette, Marty and Beth are the only ones left out of they’re group. But they still are psychos but less of them. They aren’t really deadly. Only these Undead things running around are. Plus our four new people work for them: Brittany, Whittany, Rhys, and Tracy are. Tracy is a guy. It’s a unisex name. Know that. I am serious. Goldie and Crystal always had blacked out eyes and seemed to cry blood and black stuff… What. The. Hell. This all plays in hand of how…well…how to explain this? We’re all haunted and its creepy. Scary. Even a boy named Jeff came, and he…I think you know the story. Go read it, different manuscript somewhere. With a creepy picture even I cant look at! And I’m friends with a few Undead things! Well, not many. Just two. Isis, the mummy zombie, and a skeleton ghost Seth.
Grace, Todd, Anna and Murray always never talked to me and my friends. Maybe because we’re very paranormal, or something. Honestly, I don’t know. Shy idiots.
There was one time we got to go to an actual safe place. Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, in ’67. Foxy, Bonnie, Freddy, Goldie and Chicadee went missing. But they’re spirits always came and visited me, Julianna and Conor, as Kaylee never really was a huge paranormal activity fan. The residents in the west side side of the building were ocassionally locked in their rooms. Poor kids.
Once the doctors were told to search for some crap inside Lauran and Braden’s heads. They used scissors, honestly that was kinda unnessecary. Once, a ghost and a few others developed a whole new language: language of the night. One of those few people was me, yes, Charley Lynn Lee. Residents on the North side are locked up 24/7, and I visit all of the poor people with Conor every day for an hour and twenty minutes.
Residents on the south are usually considered prim and proper, but are actually kind, and wont cause a problem. Go ask them to break out of the building and get you a sheep. They will. The East however, is joined with the Psycho side so they’re almost the same sides anyway, but one is on left and one right. I’m on the psycho. Why me?
But anyways, we’re treated poorly and only get one small meal a day, that meal being…steak and apples. We’re all skinny. Everyone in the building. Anyway, since I and my friends Julianna, Kaylee and Conor are so close (the six murdered kids that were our friends were as well but since they died they were removed from a dorm so yeah.) that they allowed us to share. I sleep on the right bunkbed on the bottom where the most haunting is caused and Conor’s on the top. Kaylee is on the top on her’s, and Julianna on the bottom on her’s with Kaylee. Crystal was on the east, right across from my dorm.
Anyway, let me show you my little form for registering. The kids fill this in, because we’re orphaned.
Name: Charley Lynn Lee
Gender:Female
Age:I’m 7. Why ask?
Why are you orphaned?: Haha…Long story. My parents left me at a cemetery when I was four and I’ve lived with zombies ever since, but they eventually faded away I guess, and I found this place.
Are you sure you desire to be a member of the shelter?: If it means you wont leave me, yeah.
Signature: C.L.
® 17-1960 Roy Jace’s shelter
Yeah, that’s my form. I was accepted. Right now I’m 13. Its ‘67 at the moment, for your info. After my registration, I met my bestest friend ever, Conor. Anyway, a poltergeist who always takes physical form, who is 24, named Felix, got a job here. He’s a night guard till 3 AM, then leaves for his other nightguard job at Freddy’s. Jeremy Fitzgerald works the first 3 hours at Freddy’s and the last 3 hours here, at ‘The Cradle’.
In 1964, many new residents came. Annie, Makenzie, Robbie, Earl, Sam, Kat, Austin and Carry. Down in the basement, a few skeletons of the older residents from 1914-present lay spared and preserved. Daren and Amethyst, the 17-year-old historians, often showed me and my buddies around down there. Apparently, Liz Lee and Rocky Arlert were two of the skeletons who were, according to filings, best friends; like Conor and I.
The lights flickered, and the creepy paintings continued the task they did: be creepy as hell.
At least, something here was good; they had a good, clean bathtub, and lots of body-wash, shampoo, and other hygiene items in each room, so nobody’d have to worry. The water, was pretty clean too.
Let me show you Crystal’s letter she gave to a girl who told a secret she gave her.
Dear Betty Jexda,
Yes, this first sentence was wrote on a typewriter, I’m writing the rest on my own, but that’s not obviously your concern, Betty.
Yes I write tiny and write very nicely like this… They taught me to. They forced me to. The they is Ms. And Mr. Jax.
Anyway, you broke my secret…and I don’t like people who break secrets! Meet me at the well outside the graveyard tomorrow… Or else.

Crystal Deathstone
Wow, lots of lore dug into that. Anyway, I…I’ve heard stories of Crystal’s origins, and that letter’s part of it.
Betty had a fate chosen for herself, by Crystal. Did I mention Betty’s real name is Annabelle? Her nickname is Betty.
“They never payed much attention to me. Once, a family took me in. They used me. They sewed my eyes and mouth shut. Why me? Betty got killed by guess who. Her name starts with a C and ends with an L. She’s named after the group a diamond is in. Minerals or crystals? Haha, you pathetic idiots got payed back.
4 am t0night you could die. If you were bad to ME!” Crystal’s notebook said.
Sometimes, I see a doll dressed as a nurse, a bloody one, well a creepy stitchdoll around at night. She had hair like Crystal and acted like her, same lonely expression.
Was that her? Nah, no…that’s crazy.
Anyway, more Crystal Notebook stories.
“They hate me. I think I might start cutting.”
“I know Betty hates me. But she’ll deal with me as a friend until I push her down a well, or she falls in it of fear.”
“This is my life, nobody else’s: I can choose to be murderous. I can be bloody.”
“Life is a prison-like hell. I hate it.”
“Time for some people to die.”
“I wish my mom and dad loved me. And my friends liking me. I appreciate Marty, Beth and Janette. They’re like family.”
“Steak and apples? Gross. I’d rather have flesh.”
“Tys is my best friend. They should believe me. I’m way kinder then them.”
“6 murders. Great! A+ from Tys : )”
“Huge thanks to Vincent for killing some kids. I’m only telling last names. Billy, Arvid, Ulf, Ulf, Bird.”
“Sneaking out to watch Tug McGraw’s game ”
“Ya gotta believe.”
“I hate my life. Tys, Marty, Beth an Janette are the only good that’s happened to me. I’ve got to meet Tug McGraw, so that’s…amazing. But aside from that, life is horrible. Die, me! Die, die, die!”
“.”
Now, I doubt you’d know what that said. But, let me tell you. I know the Night and Death language, very few do- so let me translate.
“I'm now a stitchdoll ready to help my bestfriend Tys kill, well, Tys is also called Dr. Sawbones. Be ready, pathetic idiots! I, Crystal, will hunt you down and kill you.”
Hehe, very lorey. I bet you want to know there. But you, obviously wouldn’t care… Well, maybe. Who are you anyway? Oh, okay name. Nothing as cool as mine though, or Conor’s.
So, uh….
The Cradle has been decaying and fading for centuries. Since 1700. Yes, 1700! The first year of a century one hundred plus years ago. Seventeen. Just seventeen.
I’ve recovered almost all of this history, I only have twenty pieces left. Daren and Amethyst have 1,008 pieces. I have 200, in Conor, Kaylee, Julianna, Foxy, Bonnie, Goldie, Chicadee, Freddy and I’s old stash.
Crystal’s locked, abandoned dorm has all of her, and most, 9,000 pieces of The Cradle’s history.
Here’s a thing she wrote:
No matter what we say or do, its never up to me or you! You should be happy with your life; and happy I haven’t came to end it, yet. Sign your name and address here please. I will grant you a gift, of money and other stuff!
Name ________________
Adress _______________
Crazy, eh?
Felix, our nightguard, implies that he used to be friends with some kids before becoming a poltergeist. When he was eight, he, Isel, Nina, Jacob and Brandon, also Shauna, fell for some of that Crystal crap. He says he, Isel, and Shauna died, but Jacob and Brandon got wounded and died soon after, but Nina thankfully got cured from wounds.
He and Jeremy as well were anxious friends.
Also, I should but in that we hear sounds and voices all through the night. I hate it.











But the cradle was my home, and ever since they closed the big doors we’ve all been stranded.
It was my shelter.
It kept us safe, perfect and sound.
T he slaughter behind it
H elps us find it
E veryday is pain,
C rossed in the dark through hours of crying
R aining blood tellin’ us were insane, insane mistakes
A nd you think it’d be a place to forget, a place to dream. But no.
D eath is awaiting, Crystal’s gonna come your way.
L ittle child, ye should be lucky, that ya haven’t seen us yet.
E veryday. Everywhere.
Goodbye, I might be dying soon.
I see something coming, and I cant write anymore. I’m bringing this paper with me, and I hope you’ll like reading it. Though not much more is present.
I know they’ll make a second Cradle.
Bye, Cradle. I know you’ll treasure my ghost or zombie, even skeleton one day. I’ll haunt you one day. You know, that one time we went on the Queen Mary. Jackie died. I miss her.
Her splashes and screams are why I go there when we take trips to California.