The Clinic

There was only one rule...

"Don't open the door" Liam read out loud the words that were painted above the door like a graffiti with some red liquid.

"What do you think?" Oliver looked at his friend. They both were confused seeing a phenomenon like that in a hundred years old abandoned clinic.

"I don't know man..."

"Do you think that's blood on the wall?" Oliver asked him jokingly with a stupid grin on his face.

"Nah man don't even joke with something like this, we're at a clinic remember?"

"So are you saying..."

"I'm saying I'm scared, alright?"

Oliver's laugh echoed far among the mold-covered walls.

"Why are you being such an asshole? Open that freaking door if you're so brave!" Said Liam with rising anger in his voice.

"Nah, do I look stupid to you? That warning isn't there for no reason."

"Come on, are you telling me that you're afraid of that little graffiti?"

"I'm not." Oliver's smile disappeared.

"Then prove it!" Liam said proudly crossing his arms.

Oliver seemed really upset, and Liam already knew what was going to happen: his friend furiously walked up to the door and with a sudden movement he relentlessly teared it up.

In the next moment all they could smell was a horrible stink that was coming out of the room behind that door.

Oliver backed up from the origin of the unbearable smell and when the two looked in there, they saw a big rotting bone pile in the centre of the room.

"Oh my..." Oliver pulled up his shirt to block the smell. "What happened here?!"

"I have no clue, but our little trip surely ends here..." Liam said with disgust on his face. "We need to call the police!"