Lost In Maze: An abandoned Hospital

As I approached the abandoned hospital, a shiver ran down my spine. The building was an imposing structure, with broken windows and peeling paint. It had clearly been abandoned for some time, and nature had begun to reclaim it. Vines crept up the walls, and weeds sprouted from the cracks in the pavement.

I pushed open the rusty gate and stepped into the courtyard. The air was heavy with the scent of decay and mold. The building loomed above me, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. I had always been fascinated by abandoned places, but this was different. This was a hospital, a place where people had come to be healed, but where many had died.

As I entered the building, I was struck by the silence. There was no sound except for the creaking of the floorboards under my feet. The windows were boarded up, so the only light came from the occasional hole in the roof. I could hear the wind howling outside, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was not alone.

I made my way through the empty corridors, each step echoing off the walls. The paint was peeling, and there were signs of vandalism everywhere. It was clear that people had been here before me, and not all of them had come with good intentions.

As I walked, I noticed the remnants of the hospital's former life. There were old gurneys and medical equipment left behind, as if the staff had just walked out one day and never returned. The doors to the patient rooms were closed, but I could see through the cracks. The beds were empty, but the sheets were still rumpled as if someone had been sleeping there.

The further I went, the more the hospital felt like a maze. It was easy to get lost in the twisting hallways, and I began to feel like I was walking in circles. The air grew colder, and I could see my breath in front of me. It was as if the building itself was trying to keep me there, to trap me in its grasp.

As I turned a corner, I heard a sound. It was faint, but it was unmistakable. It was the sound of footsteps, coming from somewhere ahead of me. I froze, listening intently. The footsteps grew louder, and I could hear them echoing off the walls. I wanted to run, to flee the building as fast as I could, but something held me in place.

Finally, the footsteps stopped. There was a moment of silence, and then I heard a whisper. It was too faint to make out the words, but I could tell that it was a human voice. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I felt as if I was about to have a panic attack.

I turned to run, but something caught my eye. It was a doorway, partially hidden behind a stack of debris. I don't know why, but I felt compelled to investigate. I pushed aside the debris and stepped through the doorway.

The room was small, with a single bed and a nightstand. But it was the wall that caught my attention. It was covered in writing, scrawled in black ink. The words were hard to read, but as I looked closer, I could make out phrases like "get out" and "leave now."

I felt a cold hand on my shoulder, and I screamed. I spun around, ready to face whatever was there. But there was nothing. The room was empty, and the door was closed behind me. I tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge.

Panic set in, and I began to hyperventilate. I was trapped, alone in the abandoned hospital. I banged on the door, shouting for help.

After what felt like an eternity, the door finally creaked open. I stumbled out into the hallway, gasping for air. I ran through the corridors, not stopping until I was outside, safe in the fresh air.

The experience left me shaken, but it also left me with a sense of curiosity. What had happened in that abandoned hospital? Who had left the writing on the wall? And what had made those footsteps that I heard?

Abandoned hospitals have a unique power to evoke fear and curiosity in equal measure. They are places of horror and mystery, where the past seems to linger long after the people have gone. Even though my experience was terrifying, I couldn't help but feel drawn back to that abandoned hospital, to uncover the secrets that it held. But I knew that I would never be the same after that experience. The fear and unease would stay with me forever, a reminder of the power that these places hold over us.