Description of a Historical Photo

The landscape appears far and wide as farmland or a plantation. Kansas? Wyoming? Wisconsin? Maybe Utah? From the look of this very photo, it would harden anyone to believe that this island still exists, right here in the middle of New York City. The trees that sit on the land appear frail, leaves sparse, hanging lifeless as if the sick people that are housed and treated here completely devastated nature with all of their ills. 

This eerily frightening picture mimics the scene of a horror movie; perhaps the House of Horrors or even American Horror Story: Insane Asylum. It's as if you can see the gang assault of the walking dead approach while the beating of the dry cold air cuts to the bone. But the walking dead live on the inside.
In there, is where the howling cries of the insane bellows through echoing hallways and the tundra of torture is open.The grass is windblown, brown, and dry as if this land owes its debt to nature.

In fact Welfare Island is the very place where the mentally insane were held, mistreated and dumped onto barges after their deaths to be shipped to where ever to be forgotten about.The story behind this hell hole of an island that once was, has notoriety and truths, and from the grotesque happenings of the past, it is no wonder the mention and sightings of ghosts reign true.

I can hear the sickening screams of the insane through dark hallways and rooms that resemble jail cells with one bed, a bucket for a toilet, and a chair strategically placed in the crazy corner behind the door. I can hear the dripping of stagnant water as you approach the tundra of torture in the basement. The patients, better yet experimental guinea pigs are dragged through dark never ending hallways with huge metal doors on each side of the walls. You can hear the frightening screams and the banging coming from behind the doors as they can hear the next victim being dragged to condemnation. The orderlies waiting in the chamber are dressed in all white scrubs prepare the rattling chains to strap the victim in. Their mouths are covered with surgical masks and their eyes with goggles. Their hands are adorned with long black latex gloves up to their elbows as if mere touch or skin contact is toxic.

The leader of the insidious pack enters the chamber and instructs the rest of the minions to bring in the the meat to fry. The rusted gurney that sits on the side of the electro shock chair is ready to welcome the victim's soon lifeless body. The black-gloved minions pull the lever upon request from the leader of the damned, as the the electrical sparks reflect off their goggles. The violent convulsions of the victim indicates that meat is now fried. After about 25 electrical lashes, the dirty gurney is ready for company. As the last lash of the victim is complete, you can here the shrill screams echo in the hall from the next victim being dragged down the hall as the banging of the metal doors begin to sound like the melodic theme song of the condemned.