I started working at The Atomic Asylum a few months ago; its a nice place, if you can ignore the occasional screaming of psychopaths.

I was hired on to be the Public Relations associate. I admit I may not be qualified for the job but I believe they know this; not only am I the first person hired by this company to deal with the public, but I believe they truly have no idea what to look for and I was “convenient.”

To explain, I happened to run into one of administrators/ lead psychologist of the facility in town and struck up a conversation. Though he did not say where he worked, he spoke of how the methods he has to implement with some patients is no longer seen as acceptable by the public at large or the current standards of mental institutes. Strait jackets and shock therapy are not the same thing, but both are seen as mid-evil implementations. With his patients, he says, he must use strait jackets and drugs in order to simply subdue them, that they are the few who deserve the title of “Criminally Insane”.

Most of the psychologist at the company are in their 60′s to 80′s and many of them have been there since it opened, with only a few younger that he saw capable of accepting the extreme and sometimes alternate forms of medication he uses in order to assist his patients. This is where I come in; it would appear I am the first person he has spoken to outside the medical community and applicants with detailed information about the facility, which as a psychologist he finds quite interesting his own lack of restraint with information in my presence. Also, seeking a job myself, he decided I would be a candidate for the first Public Relations associate with the company; due to financial and legal reasons they’re having to become a publicly documented and recognized company. Most of this will be done quietly by their lawyers but a contact point had to be established within the company.

I do wonder, however, if these people have become slightly insane themselves. I’ve been exploring the admin wing after hours; this place is old and creepy in a cool way, but the facility has improper lighting which lends itself to casting shadows that seem to follow you. (Not that I haven’t seen “Shadow People” before, but that’s an entirely different story.)

Outside of the slow task of bringing this company public I also have been assigned to bring its technology up to date by adding an internet connection to each office space and updating the aging wiring of the electric, phone, and PA system. Though I don’t have any technical degree in this I don’t mind, as designing new constructions has been one of my hobbies over the past few years.

While mapping out the place (the original blueprints are woefully lacking information) I’ve come upon a locked door deep in the basement with a Fallout Shelter sign above it. The janitor says he only goes into the front of the basement if he can help it; he thinks there’s something foreboding down there. I do admit that it felt as if I were being watched, but it is an old buildings basement after all. I tried all the keys he had but none opened the door and I had to drill through the lock to get it open (took two drill bits to do so.)

The door enters a small room with a pedestal in the middle; it seems rather out of place and is covered in dust, but there are no doors or hallways leading out. I started to wipe off the pedestals top but something on it pricked my palm; it hurt like crazy and felt like it went in deep. I’ve had a Tetanus shot so I’m not too worried, but I’ll have to resume another day.