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eight

We laid out in the sun until both of us were completely dry when we decided to head back to our tent. Well, everything expect for my hair, but that mess takes 27 hours to dry so I walked around with damp hair.

Even though, there was a minimum of stuff to do around here, the days seemed to pass quickly. Before I even knew it. It was the late afternoon and the sun was starting to set again.

Harry and I was sitting in the eating hall with the mini grill between us, heating up some food we prepared for dinner. It was only the third day here and it felt like we had been here for months.

Harry blew on his hot bowl of soup. "Nat, got any salt?" He grinned, obviously referring to the big packs of salt I had.

"Laugh all you want," I rolled my eyes. "The salt might save our lives."

"And you got this from that Supernatural show?" He raised his brow at me.

"Yes," I said. "And various horror movies."

"Alright, I won't complain. Are you still up for checking the basement?"

"I am probably going to cry, but I don't see why not?"

After we finished our meals, I changed into some thicker clothes and mentally prepared me for what was going to happen. The article I read before coming up here was still haunting me. Apparently the basement was used for torturing the patients that disobeyed the rules. I didn't even dare to think about what had happened in the basement.

I sat on the edge of the mattress, fiddling with my fingers while Harry was cleaning up his stuff.

"You know the Sunday before we got up here, I investigated about this asylum," I spoke up.

"Oh really?" He turned around and met my eyes. "What did you find?"

"I mean I found basic information and stuff, but the stuff about the basement is what really crept me out."

He bit his lip and sat down next to me, waiting for me to continue.

"This asylum was one of the first in the country to do medicine testing, which I guess was legal at that time. But later after the asylum was shut down, some of the workers confessed about the horrible conditions the patients went through. Especially in the basement, there have been deaths down there."

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" He asked carefully.

"Yeah, sure," I laughed it off. "It's not like we going to find any dead bodies in there."

"Let's hope not," he chuckled.

During the evening, it got colder. I had a feeling it was because I walked around with damp hair. I put on a hoodie and got ready.

As usual, I was bringing my bat with me. Harry looked at me with a smile. "Prepared mentally and physically, I like it."

I swung around with the bat as I followed him. We reached the stairs and both of us looked at each other. Harry flashed his flashlight down the bottom floor. It was pitch black.

Harry looked at me one last time before he took the first step down. I quietly followed him. It felt like the stairs were endless.

"This is actually fucking creepy," I whispered.

"I know," he said and tried to flash the light down the stairs, but in the dark they seemed endless.