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The Abandoned Asylum

A Descent into Madness and Ghostly Torment

By John memonPublished 10 months ago 3 min read
The Abandoned Asylum
Photo by Andy Li on Unsplash

The wind howled through the broken windows of the abandoned asylum, its eerie melody echoing through the desolate halls. The moon cast an ominous glow upon the crumbling facade, revealing the scars of neglect etched upon its walls. It stood as a haunting monument to forgotten souls and unspeakable horrors.

Evan, a thrill-seeker with an insatiable curiosity for the macabre, had heard whispers about the asylum's dark past. Its hallways were said to be haunted by the tortured spirits of former patients, their anguished cries still lingering in the stagnant air. Intrigued by the tales, Evan couldn't resist the temptation to explore the forsaken asylum, despite the warnings that echoed in his mind.

With a backpack containing a flashlight and a camera, Evan ventured into the asylum's crumbling entrance. The air was heavy with a sense of foreboding, the silence broken only by his own racing heartbeat. The flickering beam of his flashlight illuminated decaying furniture and tattered remnants of medical equipment, adding to the chilling atmosphere that enveloped him.

As Evan made his way deeper into the asylum, whispers seemed to reach his ears from the shadows. Soft murmurs filled with anguish and despair, as if the very walls were whispering their secrets. Goosebumps prickled on his skin, and a cold sweat trickled down his spine. Yet, he pressed on, unable to resist the allure of the asylum's mysteries.

The hallways twisted and turned like a labyrinth, leading Evan deeper into the asylum's heart. Each step he took seemed to awaken dormant spirits, their presence becoming more palpable with every passing moment. Shadows danced at the edge of his vision, and the air grew thick with a malevolence that threatened to suffocate him.

Suddenly, a door swung open with a haunting creak, revealing a room bathed in a sickly green light. Evan's heart pounded in his chest as he cautiously stepped inside. The walls were adorned with crude drawings and inscriptions, the remnants of a disturbed mind seeking solace in its own madness. The stench of decay lingered, mingling with the putrid scent of forgotten nightmares.

In the corner, Evan's flashlight illuminated a rusted bed frame, its metal twisted and contorted. As he approached, a sense of dread consumed him. He could almost hear the tortured screams that had once filled this room, reverberating through time and space.

A sudden gust of wind extinguished Evan's flashlight, plunging him into complete darkness. Panic gripped his heart, and he fumbled for his backup lighter. The faint glow revealed a figure lurking in the shadows—a ghostly silhouette with hollow eyes and outstretched, skeletal hands. The air turned icy, as if death itself had descended upon the asylum.

Evan stumbled backward, his heart pounding in his chest. The ghostly figure moved closer, its presence suffocating. In a desperate attempt to escape, he turned and ran, his footsteps echoing through the asylum's corridors. But the spirits pursued him, their mournful wails growing louder and more tormenting with each passing second.

As Evan reached the entrance, he burst through the doors into the moonlit night, gasping for breath. The asylum's walls seemed to breathe a collective sigh, as if relieved to release him from their clutches. He collapsed onto the ground, his body trembling with fear and adrenaline.

From that day forward, Evan vowed never to return to the abandoned asylum. The horrors he had witnessed would forever haunt his nightmares, a constant reminder of the darkness that lurked within the forgotten walls. He had ventured into the realm of the dead, and although he had escaped with his life, a part of his soul would forever remain trapped within the asylum's chilling embrace.


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John memon

I Just like to write............

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