The Abandoned Asylum

It was a dark and dreary night, the kind of night that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. A group of friends, seeking an adrenaline rush, had decided to explore the abandoned asylum on the outskirts of town. The asylum had been abandoned for years and had a reputation for being haunted. The friends were skeptical, but decided to go anyway, thinking it would be a fun adventure.

As they approached the building, they saw that the windows were boarded up and the entrance was locked. Undeterred, they found a way in through a broken window. The inside was dark and musty, and the air was thick with the smell of decay. The friends turned on their flashlights and started to explore.

The sound of their footsteps echoed through the halls, the only sounds breaking the silence. They had only been inside for a few minutes when they heard a sound coming from down the hallway. It was a soft whisper, almost like a whisper in the wind. They cautiously approached the sound and found themselves in front of a door. The whisper grew louder and more urgent as they approached the door.

One of the friends, a brave young man named Tom, slowly opened the door. Inside, they found a room with a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling. The walls were covered in grime, and the air was thick with the smell of death. In the center of the room was a figure, shrouded in darkness.

Tom stepped forward, his flashlight illuminating the figure. It was a woman, dressed in ragged clothing, and her eyes were a deep, piercing blue. Her skin was a pale white, almost ghostly, and her hair was matted and stringy. She opened her mouth to speak, but only a soft whisper came out. The friends were paralyzed with fear and couldn't move.

The woman reached out her hand and whispered, "Help me." Her voice was filled with such desperation that the friends felt compelled to help her. They stepped forward, but as soon as they did, the woman disappeared into thin air.

The friends were shaken, but they continued to explore the asylum. They found themselves in a large room with rows of beds, all with restraints attached. The friends realized that they were in the old psychiatric ward and that the woman they had just seen must have been one of the patients. They shuddered at the thought of the horrors that must have taken place within these walls.

As they continued to explore, they found themselves in a room with a large window that looked out over the city. Suddenly, the room began to spin, and the friends felt dizzy. The window shattered, and the friends were sucked out into the night, their screams echoing through the city.

When they woke up, they found themselves back in the room with the woman. She was standing over them, her eyes filled with tears. "Thank you for freeing me," she whispered. "I have been trapped in this asylum for many years, ever since I was wrongly committed. My spirit has been trapped here, unable to leave. But you have freed me."

The friends were horrified. They had not only been inside a haunted asylum, but they had also freed a trapped spirit. They quickly left the building and never spoke of the experience again. But the memory of the abandoned asylum and the ghostly woman lingered in their minds. They were never able to shake the feeling of being watched and followed.

Years went by, and the friends went their separate ways. But the abandoned asylum still stood, and the rumors of it being haunted never died. People whispered about the ghostly woman who