exploring the asylum
We were here, finally here. I stood outside in the freezing cold, eager to get inside. Some said it was full of traps, others said it was full of ghosts, but I wasn’t so sure. I had to see for myself. Hi. I’m Tia, and I’m here with my best friends: Molly and Danny. I’ve always wanted to visit the abandoned asylum, but hell would freeze over before I came by myself. Anyway, back to the story:
We pushed against the creaking door, the huge, wooden, quadruple padlocked door. The locks were rusted and broken, which meant someone had been here before us. I wasn’t sure if this thought comforted me, or scared me even more. I was the first to step in, pointing my torch and my camera into the pitch black. The old floor boards groaned under our weight. Then BAM! The door slammed shut behind us, leaving the corridor darker than before. Molly ran back to try to open it, but it was no use. The only exit was at the other side of the asylum. The further we went into the house, the more my heart raced. Sweat dripped off my forehead, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. The eyes of the paintings on the walls seemed to follow us wherever we walked. We turned right, into what looked to be the old kitchen. The chairs were broken, and there were papers everywhere: patient reports, session write ups, Insurance forms. We didn’t have much time to look around before a deafening scream pierced through the air. I dropped my torch and my camera and span around to face Danny and Molly, but Molly was nowhere to be seen.