The Curse of Ravenwood Asylum

**The Curse of Ravenwood Asylum**

Deep within the heart of the forest stood Ravenwood Asylum, an abandoned institution that had been shut down decades ago under mysterious circumstances. Once a place meant for healing, it had become a house of horrors where patients suffered unimaginable fates at the hands of a corrupt and sadistic doctor, Dr. Victor Harrow. Whispers of tortured souls trapped within its decaying walls spread through the nearby town, yet no one dared to venture inside.

One stormy evening, a group of college students—Mark, Emily, Jake, and Sarah—decided to explore the asylum for a documentary project. They were thrill-seekers, eager to prove the legends wrong. Armed with cameras and flashlights, they pushed open the rusted iron gates and stepped into the overgrown courtyard. The wind howled through broken windows, carrying with it faint echoes of screams from long ago.

As they entered the asylum, a putrid stench filled the air. The walls were covered in peeling paint and strange markings. Mark led the way, filming their every move. "This place is creepier than I expected," he muttered.

"It's just an old building," Emily reassured him, though her voice wavered.

They explored the main hall, where rusted wheelchairs and hospital beds lay overturned. Faint footsteps echoed down the corridor, but when they turned, there was nothing. The deeper they ventured, the more the air grew heavy with an oppressive presence.

Sarah stopped suddenly. "Did you hear that?" she whispered.

A distant, guttural voice echoed through the halls. "You... should not be here."

Their breath hitched. Jake, the skeptic, laughed nervously. "Nice try, whoever's trying to scare us."

But then, the lights on their cameras flickered. Shadows moved unnaturally against the walls. A deafening slam made them all jump—one of the asylum doors had closed on its own. Panic set in.

"We need to leave," Emily said, gripping Mark’s arm.

"We have to at least get footage of the infamous surgery room," Mark insisted, leading them down a dark hallway.

They reached a room marked **'Experimental Procedures'** and hesitated. With a deep breath, Mark pushed open the door. The room was filled with rusted surgical tools and bloodstained tables. Chains hung from the ceiling, and in the far corner stood an old operating chair, its leather straps still intact.

Then, the temperature dropped. Their breath came out in white puffs.

A metallic clang rang out as one of the surgical tools fell to the floor. The shadows in the corners began to shift, forming figures. A tall, skeletal man in a bloodstained coat emerged, his hollow eyes locking onto them.

Dr. Victor Harrow.

The students screamed as the figure lunged toward them. The door slammed shut, trapping them inside. The lights flickered wildly, revealing ghostly figures of past patients writhing in agony. The air filled with tortured whispers and agonized cries.

"We have to get out!" Sarah shrieked, yanking at the door handle.

Mark turned to capture one last shot, but as he did, he saw his reflection in a shattered mirror—only it wasn't his face staring back. It was Dr. Harrow’s, grinning wickedly.

Darkness swallowed them whole.

Days later, authorities found the students’ cameras outside the asylum, footage intact. But of the four friends, there was no sign. Their final recording ended with a chilling whisper:

**"Now you belong to me."**