The Asylum

I always loved exploring abandoned buildings. The feeling of the unknown, the thrill of the unexpected always made my heart race with excitement. So when I heard about the abandoned asylum on the outskirts of town, I knew I had to check it out.

I arrived at the asylum late at night, a small flashlight in hand. As I made my way through the overgrown weeds and broken windows, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. But I pushed those feelings aside, determined to explore the asylum.

As I entered the main hallway, the air grew thick with a musty smell. It was pitch black, but I could hear the faint sound of footsteps coming from somewhere deep inside the asylum. I hesitated for a moment, then started to follow the sound.

The footsteps led me to a room at the end of the hallway. As I peered inside, I saw a shadowy figure standing in the corner. I couldn't make out any features, but I could feel its presence looming over me.

Suddenly, the figure turned towards me, and I was frozen in place. Its eyes glowed with an unnatural light, and its mouth twisted into a sinister grin. I tried to turn and run, but I couldn't move.

The figure started to move towards me, its footsteps echoing through the empty halls. I could feel its breath on my neck, and I knew that I was in grave danger. I closed my eyes and braced myself for the worst.

But then, just as suddenly as it had appeared, the figure vanished. The air grew still, and the only sound was my own ragged breathing. I knew that I had to get out of there before something else happened.

As I made my way back towards the entrance, the walls seemed to close in around me. I could feel the weight of the asylum bearing down on me, and I knew that I had to get out of there fast.

But just as I was about to reach the door, I heard a soft whisper in my ear. I turned around, but no one was there. The whisper grew louder and more urgent, and I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

I ran towards the door, my heart pounding in my chest. But just as I was about to escape, I felt a hand grab onto my ankle. I fell to the ground, struggling to break free.

As I looked up, I saw the figure standing over me, its eyes glowing with a sickly light. I knew that I was done for.

And then, everything went dark.

When I woke up, I was lying in a hospital bed. The doctors told me that I had been found unconscious outside the abandoned asylum, with no memory of what had happened to me.

But I knew the truth. I had come face to face with the unknown, and I had barely escaped with my life. The thrill of exploration had turned into a nightmare, a horror story that would haunt me for the rest of my days.