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Intro

I walked up to the door of my house, inserting the key and turning it in the lock as the sound of the mechanics rung. The door opened as it did everyday, and I threw my backpack down by the door as I did everyday, walking to my room to change my clothes. I knew my mom hated it when I did that, but I still did. It was sort of a habbit, but one I barley noticed.

I opened the door to my room, changing into new clothes and throwing my school uniform in the dirty bin. I sat on my bed for a moment, stretcing my arms and legs. They had been terrible sore all morning, probably because of all the running I had done. Stupid tommy.

Suddenly the door to my room opened and Tommy emerged, full of excitement. "Can we go Can we go Can we go Can we go Can we go Can we go Can we go Can we go Can we go Can we go Can we go? Pleeeeeeeeease?" He asked, and I sat in silence for a moment. I was nervous to say the least. Everyone who lived here knew that the place was haunted. It was an asylum after all. What asylum wasn't haunted? People from school would go inside and graffiti all over the place. Just random stuff like "I'm hearing hella shit man. Lets get out of here". There was even a room filled with the painted silhouettes of people. It was actually kind of beautiful. You know, the parts that weren't completely ignorant. Which was barley any of it.

But what Tommy wanted to show me I was unsure. He said he wanted it to be a surprise when I got there and that his friend showed it to him. He was very energetic for a 11 year old, but he was always repeating stupid stuff like he was 5.

"Ok fine, but we can't take the car or when mom gets home she'll know we left." I said, and he nodded vigorously. I took a deep breath and we made out way to the asylum on foot.

The asylum was located in a very 'ghetto' area. It was in a semi industrial area, a barren and deserted feild of what looked to be wheat of some sort all around it. It connected to a road of course, but it was a gravel one. It wasn't the only building in sight. A few yards away was a factory, but I had no idea what it manufactured.

Tommy grabbed my hand, pulling me along into the crumbling building. He didn't stop at any of the rooms I liked to visit, with the actually intellectual art, but instead navigated me to a room of the large hospital like place I had never visited. It was a room that had once been locked with a chain, but had since been forcefully reopened.

Tommy opened the doors, revealing a room with a crumbling ceiling. There was a window there, a bed that had once been white and a whole lot of graffiti on the wall. It gave me the creeps.

There was a unusually disturbing picture of a crying woman on the wall, a splatter of red paint on her cheek. It looked so life like, fueling my unease. "Isn't it cool?" He asked me, pointing to the picture. "I know you like this kind of stuff. It would have been cooler if we came here at night." He said, disappointing.

"Hey I cam here didn't I?" I said, rolling my eyes. He was always so ungrateful.

Tommy didn't say anything, so I didn't give it much thought as he brought out a marker and started scribbling his name on the door.

I decided to explore the room, as the artist who must have made the strangely lifelike woman on the wall had placed tiny paintings around the room as well, the same black and white colors exhibited inside them, with a splash of red color. one was a rose, one was a clock. I found a small doodle on a table depicting a hand sewing a needle. it was amazing work.

Something caught my attention from the corner of my eyes as I caught sight of a rough and unpainted sketch of a crying eye. There was a book under the bed, binned in plain leather. I puled it from under the bed, weary of spiders or rodents. Thankfully I got it out without any spiders and pulled it onto my lap, dusting off the cover. It looked old at first glance, but after dusting it off I saw that it had a price tag on the back. Someone must have left it here, but from the condition of it and the doors being barricaded, it probably wasn't recently.