Midnight in the Abandoned Asylum

Midnight in the Abandoned Asylum

The moon casts a pale, ghostly light over the small town of Hollowbrook, where the long-forgotten St. Regulus Asylum stands hidden behind thick, towering trees. The asylum has been silent for years, but rumors have swirled around it, with some claiming to have seen flickers of light in the windows at night and others whispering about strange noises coming from within the asylum's grounds. Lena Carter, a journalist from the city, had always been fascinated by the paranormal and was determined to uncover the truth.

As she approached the towering gates of the asylum, the wind began to pick up, causing the rusted iron to creak and groan as if the gates themselves were alive, trying to warn her away. Lena hesitated for a moment but pushed past the fear. She had to know what had happened there. There were stories of patients who were never properly treated, left to rot in isolation until their minds snapped. Some said the asylum had been shut down after strange disappearances, and others claimed that the doctors had performed horrific experiments on the patients in the dead of night.

Lena stepped inside the asylum, stepping through the broken gates and into the long, dark hallway. She heard a faint sound coming from down the corridor, like fingernails on a chalkboard, dragging on and on. She took a step forward, her breath shallow, and heard the faint whispers of the patients who had once wandered these halls, lost in their madness.

A child's voice, high-pitched and pleading, came from down the corridor. She asked for help, but no one was there. She stood frozen for a moment, trying to make sense of what she had just heard. Then, without warning, the lights flickered on above her, casting an eerie glow over the hallway. The voices grew louder, more frantic. "Please… help me… don’t leave me…"

The air grew colder, and the temperature seemed to drop by several degrees in an instant. Lena gripped her flashlight tighter and followed the sound, though every instinct screamed at her to turn and run. But the pull of curiosity and the desire for the truth kept her moving forward.

At the end of the hallway was a door—half-open, its frame splintered and cracked. The whispers came from within. Lena’s hands trembled as she pushed the door open. Inside, the room was smaller than the others, with walls covered in strange symbols drawn in blood. The floor was littered with broken pieces of glass, shattered vials, and old syringes. In the center of the room, there was a large chair, strapped with leather restraints, and crouching on the floor.

A woman—thin, pale, and gaunt—let out a strangled sob. The scraping sound from earlier returned, louder and more frantic. Lena felt a presence behind her—something cold, something ancient. The whispers filled the room, growing into a cacophony of voices, desperate and pleading.

Lena turned to flee, but the door slammed shut with a deafening bang. She screamed and pounded on the door, her heartbeat pounding in her ears. The whispers grew louder, the air more suffocating, and the temperature colder.

Suddenly, the lights flickered again—this time, only a dim, flickering bulb above her head remained. The asylum was alive, and it was feeding on her fear. The voices whispered in unison, “You’re not leaving,” and she went out.

The room plunged into darkness, and Lena's flashlight flickered and went out.

Part II

The town of Hollowbrook, a small town in the South, is haunted by the mysterious disappearance of Lena Carter. The town's residents try to move on, but whispers around the town grow louder as the sun sets lower into the horizon. The unease that had taken one of their own returns, and people begin to avoid the woods again. However, the curse that clung to the walls of St. Regulus Asylum seemed to grow stronger, as if the spirits within were hungrier and more desperate.

Detection Gabriel Pierce is called to investigate the disappearance of Lena Carter. He has heard rumors about the asylum's dark past but had always dismissed them as superstition. Now, with Lena's case weighing heavily on his conscience, he couldn't ignore the strange pull to the place.

As he crosses the threshold of the old, rusted gates, the temperature drops, and a cold, oppressive silence settles over him. He stepped into the asylum's shadow once more, and the entrance looms before him, a yawning black hole of decay. Inside, the halls are just as he imagined: cold, damp, and filled with the smell of mildew. His flashlight beam cuts through the darkness, revealing rows of broken doors, shattered glass, and remnants of lives long gone. The walls seem to pulse with an unsettling energy, as though something was just beyond the reach of his senses—waiting.

A cold gust of air swept through the corridor, and he heard it—faint at first, but unmistakable. A soft and tremulous voice, calling from the shadows, grew louder, growing from a whisper to an urgent, desperate cry. As he moved cautiously forward, the voice grew louder, growing from a whisper to an urgent, desperate cry.

Gabriel pushed open the door, and for a brief moment, he saw something in the corner. There, on the floor, lay a body. Lena. Her eyes were wide open, her skin was ashen, her face contorted in terror, her clothes were torn, and her mouth was open in a silent scream. But what made Gabriel's stomach churn was not just her lifeless form—it was what surrounded her. The walls of the room were covered in strange symbols, carved into the stone, dripping with something dark and viscous.

The voices were no longer faint, and they were all around him, a chorus of tortured souls crying out. Gabriel tried to help, but the air grew thick again, pressing in on him. The walls seemed to close in, and his mind started to play tricks on him.

The next morning, the residents of Hollowbrook found the police at the edge of the woods. A search party had been formed to look for Gabriel Pierce. As they ventured deeper into the forest, they realized that the asylum had become something else, something that swallowed people whole. When the search team finally reached the crumbling gates, they found only one thing: Gabriel's flashlight, lying abandoned on the ground.

And far in the distance, in the depths of the woods, the whispers began again.