They walked up the wooden steps onto the porch of the asylum. The steps creaked as they slowly crept up them. The older boys, who were teasing the younger boys ironically seemed to be petrified. They started to step back.
“Woah maybe this isn’t a good idea.” said one of the older boys.
“Yeah maybe not.” said another one.
“Come on wimps.” said the oldest one.
They made their way up to the front door. Once white was now grey and the paint was chipping off. There was a big brass knocker on the front door. They pushed the door open and it slowly moved. As they made their way inside, the floor seemed to scream under their feet. To the right of the large foyer was a room with an armchair and a piano. To the left was a loveseat and an old sofa. The oldest boy’s head whipped around at the sound of piano keys. The boys huddled together, terrified to go on.
In a clump, they started to move up the stairs. As they turned the corner, multiple rooms came into view. In one room there were multiple cribs and baby supplies, a nursery they guessed. Down a long hallway, through a heavy metal door, they were multiple rooms that all looked like they were bolted hot. On each side of the hallway stood at least 10 doors. In each room, a bed and a window.
One of the doors was left open. The oldest boy ran ahead into the room. When he got into the room the door shut. It slammed close. The younger boys started to scream. The oldest boy banged on the doors screaming for them to open it. The boys pulled and pulled but the door wouldn’t budge. The oldest boy heard something like the sound of winds in the room behind him. He spun around and saw red writing on the wall.
“GET OUT LEAVE THIS PLACE.” He screamed for the boys but the door still wouldn't budge. The younger boys ran to get help leaving the youngest boy to watch over the oldest boy. One of the older boys ran into what seemed to be an office. There was a large desk covered in dust. On top of the desk sat a file. It read Regina Brown patent number X-125. Experimentation - successful. The boy took the file and continued to search for some kind of key. Meanwhile, the oldest boy was still locked in. He started to sob because he was so scared. He saw a figure. He thought the figure he saw was a woman in white. She was wearing a nightgown and a white robe. He was so scared he just shut his eyes praying to be rescued. The ghost went through the door and the door opened.’
“GUYS THE DOORS OPEN.” screamed the youngest boy.
“It’s not like I was scared.” boasted the oldest boy.
“Sure you weren’t.”
All of the boys met up again and looked at the file. The picture perfectly resembled the ghost that the oldest boy saw. The boys again became petrified and decided if it was best to begin looking for an exit. They walked down the long winding hallways until they came to a door labeled exit. They left but the oldest boy still didn’t feel quite right. He felt a breeze on his neck as if someone was following him. All the boys went home and agreed never to do that again. Later that night, the oldest boy was in his room. He went to the bathroom and when he came back his room had been torn to shreds. The bed wasn’t made the carpet was pulled up and written on his whiteboard was the words. “I'M COMING FOR YOU” He realized there was something going on. What if someone is haunting me, he thought. This continued to happen and then it made an impact on his school life as well. His locker was always messy. Then he started to get hurt. Random bruises would show up on his arm. He got a black eye once. This continued to happen until one day he decided it needed to stop. He took his father’s gun and shot himself.