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The Haunting of the Abandoned Asylum

A Descent into Darkness and Madness

By Mark MarandiPublished about a year ago 5 min read

The screams that echoed through the halls at night were enough to chill even the bravest of souls. It was as if the asylum was alive and feeding off the fear of those who dared to enter. But that didn't stop Emily. She was a journalist, and she had been given the assignment to write a story on the abandoned asylum. Emily was always up for a challenge, and the idea of investigating a place that was rumored to be haunted excited her.

She parked her car outside the gates of the asylum and took a deep breath. The asylum had been abandoned for years, and the gate was rusted shut, but Emily had come prepared. She pulled out her bolt cutters and quickly cut through the lock, allowing her to enter the grounds. The asylum was huge, and Emily felt small and vulnerable as she walked towards the building.

As she made her way through the overgrown bushes and grass, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. The trees creaked in the wind, and every rustle of the leaves sent shivers down her spine. Emily kept telling herself that it was just her imagination, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was following her.

Finally, she reached the entrance of the asylum. The door was wide open, and the darkness that lay beyond was suffocating. Emily's heart raced as she took her first step inside. The floorboards creaked beneath her feet, and the sound echoed through the empty halls.

As she made her way through the asylum, Emily began to hear strange noises. At first, it was just a whisper, but as she moved further into the building, the sounds grew louder. Emily felt as if something was trying to communicate with her, but she couldn't understand what it was saying.

Suddenly, a door slammed shut, and Emily jumped. She turned around to see that the door she had just walked through had vanished, leaving her trapped inside the asylum. Panic set in as she realized that she was not alone.

Emily heard footsteps coming from down the hall, and she froze. The footsteps grew louder and louder, and soon Emily could see a figure emerging from the darkness. It was a woman dressed in a nurse's uniform, but her face was twisted in a grotesque expression of pain.

Emily tried to back away, but the woman moved towards her, her eyes fixed on Emily's. Emily could feel the woman's breath on her face, and she could smell the stench of death emanating from her. The woman reached out and touched Emily's face, and Emily felt a surge of energy flow through her body.

As the woman disappeared into the darkness, Emily felt as if she had been marked. She knew that she had uncovered something that she shouldn't have, and that she would never be the same again.

Emily tried to find her way out of the asylum, but the halls had changed, and the doors that had been open before were now locked. The darkness was closing in on her, and Emily knew that she was running out of time.

Just as she was about to give up hope, Emily heard a voice calling out to her. It was a man's voice, and it was coming from the end of the hall. Emily ran towards the voice, hoping that it would lead her to safety.

When she reached the end of the hall, Emily found herself face to face with a man. He was dressed in a doctor's uniform, but his face was covered by a mask. The man led her to a room and told her to wait there while he went to get help.

As Emily waited in the room, she could feel the darkness closing in on her. She knew that she was not alone in the room, but she couldn't see anything. Suddenly, she felt a cold breath on the back of her neck, and a whisper in her ear.

"Leave now, while you still can."

Emily jumped, turning around quickly to face the source of the voice. But there was no one there. She was completely alone.

Panic began to set in once more, and Emily rushed to the door, trying to escape. But the door was locked from the outside, and she was trapped once more.

She slumped to the floor, heart racing, and tried to gather her thoughts. What was happening to her? Was it all in her head?

The man in the doctor's uniform had said he was going to get help, but how long would he be gone? Emily tried to calm herself, but every creak and groan of the building made her jump.

Then, she heard it. A soft scratching at the door. At first, she thought it might be an animal, but the sound was too deliberate, too persistent.

She crawled across the floor, getting as far away from the door as she could, but the scratching only grew louder. Emily wrapped her arms around her knees and closed her eyes, praying for it to stop.

The scratching finally ceased, but the relief was short-lived. It was replaced with a sound like metal on metal, as if someone was dragging something heavy along the floor. Emily opened her eyes, and in the dim light, she saw a wheelchair slowly moving towards her, empty.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, and Emily tried to get to her feet, but her legs wouldn't move. She was paralyzed with fear. The wheelchair kept coming, until it stopped directly in front of her.

That's when she saw it. In the seat of the wheelchair, a figure slowly began to materialize. It was the woman in the nurse's uniform, her face still twisted in agony.

Emily tried to scream, but no sound came out. She tried to crawl away, but her limbs felt heavy and useless. The woman in the wheelchair kept coming, until she was mere inches away from Emily.

And then, she disappeared, leaving Emily alone once more.

The silence was almost more terrifying than the sounds that had preceded it. Emily didn't know how much time had passed, but eventually, the man in the doctor's uniform returned, accompanied by a group of people who appeared to be part of a search party.

They freed Emily from the room, and she stumbled outside, gasping for air. The man explained that he had gone to get help, but that they had been unable to find her until now.

Emily didn't know whether to feel relieved or even more terrified. Had it all been a hallucination? Or was the asylum really haunted? She would never know for sure, but the experience would stay with her for the rest of her life.

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