LSoH Legends of Holyheart

PrinceVladIII - 1. place

Cold Case Files – Case No. 46361-610
Status: Solved...as far as it ever will be anyway.
Report via Vladimir von Dusken

The first note I will make in this report...is that I am the fourth person from my division to attempt to solve this case...this case of mass murder in the Holyheart Hospital. Three other officers have tried...along with five private investigators...I am the only one to get my findings out. My first step in this investigation was to find out how the others had fallen into the grips of death, so I requested the autopsy reports. My findings from just these files...were...unnatural.
Every agent died from a type of corroding poison, a highly acidic one that was fast moving and seemed to immediately target the organs and eat away at them...melting them back to a basic chemical structure. Though there was no definite analysis to determine what is actually was. Every last one of them died as soon as they contacted air as well, the only explanation was that outside air was the catalyst needed to start the reaction of the poison inside the body.
When these findings proved to be useless I turned to the case files again and found something about a Nurse Peaches, so I looked into it. These findings equally ended in a stand still, but I will include them. “Nurse Peaches”, or Julia Garne, was well known throughout her community for her extreme kindness and her fabulous peach garden. She was the most hard-working...the happiest...and the most sought after. Could this be her insanity?
How could every last person die that day? It didn’t make sense and no one had any answers...I would find out for my self what lurks in those walls...though I would be throwing my life away...I knew it had to be done. So I went to the Hospital myself.
Upon entering I was immediately overtaken by fumes of something...something I can now place as absinthe...it leaked in from everywhere...from the blood...my God all the blood! It was everywhere! Every hue....every color...I needed to get out!! NO! I must solve this...”Where have all my little darlings gone?” Those words echoed through the blood stained walls...those colorful blood stained walls...I would call out, “Ms. Garne!?” Footsteps...I hear them...they splash through the bloody floors as she comes into view...green flesh...obsidian stone eyes...staring into my very core as my eyes were fixated upon her bloodied form of perfection. In my own thoughts...the absinthe halts the poisons progress...thusly preserving Miss Garne....it also seems to have preserved her entire body...life and all. She would saunter up to me...I couldn’t move...the bloody white rags upon her body entrancing me. I would not remember what happened...but when I awoke upon a bloodied hospital bed with Nurse Peaches smiling down upon me in her death...my clothes in rags...blood all over my body...I could only assume that I had become naught but her toy. I would attempt to move...only to be greeted by a handful of hypodermic needles...bloodied as well...being delicately pressed into my now bloodied flesh...its own pigment taking a green hue. Her raspy and croaking voice lilting down to me as it dies upon my ears, “Be my little darling...”

The report is blood stained...the writing mere scribbles....it was rumored to have been found in the street before the door...slipped beneath it somehow...in a manila envelope...but the doors are air-lock tight....Officer von Dusken was reported missing in action the next day....

Mystic666Fairy - 2. place

Holyheart Massacre
July 18th of 2007 2:36 am
Top Investigative Report

My name is Isabella Manachello and im a Top Investigative Reporter. I have been assigned of the never solved Holyheart Massacre. 3 years ago, I’m told by chief of police, all patients of the Holyheart hospital suddenly died. How you may ask? Soon I hope to find out. Witnesses have said that they heard maniac screams of the anniversary of the horrible night at the hospital. They also here random yells of “Where are all my little darlings?!?!?”. Another police report stated that a 24 year old male reported to have seen an old Holyheart Heart hospital ambulance load victims into the back door of the hospital. Unfortunately he was found missing the next day when the police went to question him. What was more unfortunate was a week later police found the missing male nude on an inverted cross with words carved on his chest and his eyes out of his sockets and the words appeared to be “All my little darlings are gone”. Many other eye witnesses have said they have seen so called “zombies” walk around the hospital and bloody hand prints on the window yet when police arrived at the hospital the hand prints were gone. I have decided to hide out behind the hospital for 3 days to see if what the gruesomely murdered male said was true. I have told myself a thousand times that I would die no matter what happens back there but as my job I must do it. On the first night I stayed it was a disappointment as well as the 2nd. On the 3rd night when I thought I was hopeless I finally saw an old Holyheart ambulance pull up. When the driver walked out of the ambulance the he looked fairly short and had on odd hump on his back. As the man went into the hospital I went near the ambulance to see what was lurking inside. To my shock there were about 9 dead bodies piled in the back. A few decapitated, few with half limbs and half of there skull showing, and many of them cut open so much on their stomach that there guts were hanging loosely out. Trying to hold back my vomit I tried to get out of there as quickly as possible. The last thing I remember from that moment is a blunt object going towards my head. The next thing I knew I was handcuffed to a hospital bed and blood slowly dripping down my face. From my surroundings I concluded that I was in the Holyheart hospital as a prisoner. I started to panic, I heard the sound of heels walk down the hallway. I knew I had to get out of these handcuffs. There was an incision knife on the medical try but I couldn’t quite reach it. The heels got louder. I knew what I had to do, I had to break my thumb so my fist would be smaller and I could slip my hand through. I bit my lip and jerked my thumb back with my other hand and twisted it around. There was a loud crack but m y scream of pain was much louder. I carefully tried to slip my hand out but it still wouldn’t come out. The person who owned the loud heels was most likely around the corner by now. I yanked my handout and the pain was so piercing that I would not mind if I died right there and then but I knew I had to fight back. I grabbed the incision knife just as what I would call a zombie walked right in front of me. Where I had an incision knife she had a cleaver. A very bloody cleaver I might add. “Where are all my little darlings? Do you want to be my little darling?” she said. I gasped for air but couldn’t find it, I finally spat out what I was trying to say, “ Nurse Peaches?” I whispered. She nodded meaning yes. “ Oh dear god.” I said frightened. She then came running toward me with her cleaver swinging. I screamed and ran towards the nearest door. It had chains around it so I couldn’t get out. She threw the cleaver but I ran the other way. I looked back as she tried to pull her bloody weapon out of the door. When I looked back in front of me there was the hold man grabbing me. I tried to fight him off but he was stronger than he looked. I tried to dig my nails into his head but when I pulled my nails back chunks of his flesh and skin fell off. I screamed as he smiled and threw me over the ground of zombies. I was being tossed and thrown all over in the middle. It felt like I was in a mosh pit with everyone against me and trying to kill me. When I kicked my way out I was bloody top to bottom but no bites. No bites was a very good sign at that moment. When I started running towards the other side door I stopped immediately in my tracks. Why? You may ask. Because right in front of me was Nurse Peaches walking slyly around me with a cruel smile. I started to cry for my life as I tried to find my voice.
“You killed them didn’t you?” I asked.
She started to give an evil laugh from her freshly bloody mouth.
“Oh my god you did! Why, why did you do it?” I cried
She charged for me, I tried to run but I was cornered. She grabbed me by the neck and held me against the wall. I tried to fight her off but I was too weak. She took her cleaver and put it against my cheek. She started to pierce my skin as she said slowly “Do you want to be my little darling” I screamed in horror and pain and knew I had to get away some how. There was a window near by, that was my escape.

“No I don’t want to be your little darling you sick creature but I will tell you where your darlings are. They are suffering for what you did. Asking why you would do that to them.”

She started to back away. “Shut up!” she screamed

“You know the answer to your own question. You killed them! You made those innocent people suffer! You put them where they are! You put them to death.”

“SHUT UP NOW BEFORE YOU REGRET IT!”
She noticed I was making an escape and she gave a shocked look. She started to come after me but before she could reach me I jumped. Screaming on my way down I hit the ground with a thud. I landed on my arm with the broken thumb. I tried to get up and I moaned in pain. My arm was broken, I noticed. I looked back at the window and there was Nurse Peaches bloody as can be smiling back at me. Within the next moment she was gone. Police, I thought. I have to get to the police. Running a few blocks with a limp I finally got there.

“Please you’ve got to help me, go to the Holyheart hospital now, now I tell you its an emergency!”

The police grabbed me and put me in the car to show them. When we got there the glass was still shattered on the ground. The cops shot the handle off and walked in. They searched all floors and found nothing at all.

“Are you messing with us, lady?” one police officer questioned”
“No, god no. I mean look at these marks on me.”
“Call us when there is a real emergency”

They drove off down the driveway and there I was in the middle of the hospital floor looking like an idiot. As I started to walk out on the door I saw “Why did you leave my little darling?” written in blood. After I ran out screaming here I am. A few concluding things I want to add. Yes I still think that Nurse Peaches, or should I say Carla Nelson which I just recently found out, is still in the hospital. Also I think that the short, weird, gross, deformed ambulance driver had some kind of alliance with Nurse Peaches. Where he got the bodies I have no idea and I don’t think I would like to know. Out of all the patients only one was found and it was a 14 year old boy, that’s what the autopsy reports state. There was half of the young boy’s head gone as well as his neck and there were teeth marks. It didn’t make sense but my theory is before Nurse Peaches became what I’m going to call a zombie she tried to eat the people or while she was a zombie she ate people. I ‘m glad to say I’m the first of 4 top investigative reporters so come back alive or at all. With all the information I have gathered... and seen... I have came up with a conclusion. Carla Nelson, Nurse Peaches, somehow became mentally ill and murdered everyone in that hospital in the most disturbing way possible.

GeekAttack711 - 3. place

July 14th, Institute for Paranormal Research, Initial Report of Dr. Karl Reiner

It has been three years since the incident at Holyheart Hospital and we, the Institute for Paranormal Research, have just been given permission to investigate. Perhaps we can succeed where the police failed though our mission is not to discover why events occurred but what still occurs there. While we would hope that incidents of disappearances and deaths would have ceased with the building abandoned, that does not appear to be the case. In fact, more and more reports of a remaining nurse, Nurse Peaches, stream through the media at an unprecedented rate. The IPR sees this as the perfect time to prove our studies and theories on the subject of the paranormal.

Let us recount the events that led to the desire for such an investigation. Almost exactly three years ago, the staff and patients of Holyheart Hospital were discovered to be all deceased. Upon the walls were what we can only call macabre artworks were splatters of blood, hearts, hand prints and strange phrases like “Where are all my little darlings?” This began the rumor that perhaps one kindly nurse was the cause of the slaughter. This would explain exactly why what ever entity still resides in the building is labeled “Nurse Peaches.”

Considering the location of the hospital, the IPR can only suggest that the visual representation of Nurse Peaches is a record occasionally played by the quartz bed and deep water underneath the hospital. This is a very common occurrence, one such example being the Stanley Hotel, the inspiration for Stephen King’s The Shining which has been investigated several times by various teams and institutions. Unfortunately this does not explain the actual continuing disappearances of young teenagers exploring Holyheart on their own. The only logical explanation can be a revisiting murderer living near by. Because of this, we will be taking extra security along with us.

I have been doing research on the history of the building and the land in search of perhaps a more spiritual reasoning. At first, I found nothing interesting at all until the site’s history reached 1734. Apparently, before Holyheart Hospital, the site was the location of an asylum. It was considered one of the best of the time but was eventually shut down by local authorities and the church for the doctors were practicing “satanic” though perhaps simply pagan rituals. There were reports of the inmates being used for human sacrifices. It is no surprise that such terrible reports were purposely ignored and forgotten when creating a new and much needed hospital, quite sure that nothing as terrible would ever happen again.

I conclude our initial investigation and report with a simple request: Should we not return, please God have them raze Holyheart Hospital and condemn the sight for eternity. Twice the unholy has occurred. If anything springs up in that site again, I fear it will turn out just the same.