The old asylum on the outskirts of town had always been rumored to be haunted. The locals whispered stories of patients who had been mistreated and abused by the cruel staff, and of ghosts that still haunted the dark corridors and empty rooms.
But when a group of teenagers decided to break in one night and explore the abandoned building for themselves, they had no idea what they were getting themselves into.
As soon as they stepped inside, they were overcome by an overwhelming feeling of dread. The air was thick and musty, and the sound of creaking floorboards and distant whispers seemed to follow them wherever they went.
But it wasn’t until they reached the third floor that things really started to go wrong. They found themselves in a long hallway lined with rusted metal doors, each one bearing a number and a name. As they approached the end of the hallway, they heard a faint scratching sound coming from one of the doors.
Cautiously, they pushed it open, and were met with a scene straight out of their worst nightmares. The room was empty except for a lone chair in the center, and scrawled in blood on the wall were the words, “He is coming for us all.”
From that moment on, the group was plagued by a series of terrifying events that seemed to be driven by some malevolent force within the asylum. Doors slammed shut on their own, ghostly figures appeared in the corners of their vision, and the sound of inhuman laughter echoed through the halls.
As the night wore on, the group realized that they were not alone in the asylum. Something was there with them, something ancient and evil that had been trapped within the building for centuries.
And as the first rays of dawn began to peek through the dusty windows, the group knew that they would never be the same again. They had come face to face with the true horror that lurked within the haunted asylum, and it had changed them forever.