spooky dookie

The start of the end

A/n- This ain't my first story, but its my first spooky story, soooooo it might be bad or good who knows. I wish you the best of reading and hope you enjoy my shit writing! (also this chapter might have mentions of suicide, murder, death, etc. All that kind of spooky jazz)

Thick fog draped over the winded road. The road wrapped around the dense forest that covered the surrounding mountains. The road was barely visible even with the headlights on. The sky was gloomy and distant thunder could be heard.

As I turned the conner a building came into view. The structure slowly becoming more visible. It was different to everything else in the area. Thick concert walls that were maybe seven stories tall, covered in decay. Once it got to about the fourth floor it went in for a balcony. The windows that laced the building were surprisingly still mainly intact despite its old age. The building was long and grey. The perfect place to hold dying people.

It was a hospital. An old Tuberculosis (if I refer to this later I will call it TB because it's easier) sanatorium and mental asylum. This being one of the reasons that it was in such a remote location. The building stood among the trees but it also cut out a part for play. Children could also get TB so they needed somewhere to play.

The closer I got the more nervous I became. As I pulled up to the building there were two other cars there, signaling I was the last to arrive. I placed a foot on the ground and broken building crunched under it. I stood up and looked to the building. It was massive and it brought sadness to me. The amount of people who came here to get better but died instead broke my heart, but because of those deaths a heavy feeling hit me. My chest started to feel heavy and I hadn't even entered yet. I pulled myself out of the trance and began to grab my stuff.

Not long after I was at the entrance. The same weight from before on me. I was scared. Not that scared, but scared. I do this all the time, but for some reason this time felt different. There was something about this place that was not like the rest. I've been to so many haunted houses and places, but the amount of trauma that is soaked into these walls makes it feel worse. I can feel how restless the spirits are. They are clawing at the boundaries waiting for us to start.

I inhale one big breath before moving my feet. When my foot reaches the ground it echoes through the empty build. I'm hit with a wave of energy that has been trapped. It's almost overwhelming. I look up and see that most of the building is intact. It's not really abounded. It feels wrong that it is this clean, but it's amazing. This is the first sanatorium or asylum I have ever been in and it's sad.

I continue to walk in, each step echoing. I stop. 'where is everyone? I saw their cars out the front, but they aren't here' *Bang* My head shoots to where the noise came from.

"please, let that be the boys, please," I mumble to myself slowly stepping back. I'm stopped in my tracks once again by more noises, more bangs, and footsteps. 'I did not think it would be this active, but the strange thing is, I should be able to see them, but I can't' I continue to walk backwards before hitting something. I look back, it's a wall. The noises are getting louder and louder. All of them stop except the foot steps. They are slow but close to me. They start to speed up. I'm shaking. I don't like this, but I know it might be the boys trying to scare me. If they were then they got me. The footsteps stop. My breathing hitched, I hold it. I can feel something to the side of me. I look. There is a door. It slowly creaks open, then stops. I'm frozen. The suspense is making it worse. I can feel a presence behind me and a is placed on my shoulder. My head whips around to see...

A/n- ehehehehehehehheeheheheheheheheh you will have to wait now