What about your cliche?

Arriving at the Asylum

It was a rather dark, and wet day as the skies cried down onto me. Of course, I didn't much mind since I always had felt at one with the rain. It soothed my sorrows, and was my simple happy time of day. The rain didn't come along a lot, maybe that's why I felt so at ease with it. As it fell, I leaned up against the outer wall of the building and checked the watch on my wrist. It was about 10 in the morning, the time my friends and I had planned to meet out here at this strange abandoned mental hospital. Strangely enough they hadn't shown up, which made me feel a bit impatient. I pulled my phone out to call them when I saw a message pop up saying that my friend Jenna was sick, and they were going to hold it off until tomorrow to see if she was feeling any better by then. I let out a small groan of annoyance as I walked back to my car, getting in, and starting it up. I pulled out of the rather messy parking lot and started driving home. This always seemed to happen, it was almost as if the building was causing problems to keep us safe from it, but that's just a silly thought, right? I laughed to myself at the thought and turned off the radio which had started playing when the car started up. Once I got home I got another message, yet it was from Jenna. Now she was asking where I was. This confused me a bit until I asked her about the message our tallest friend had sent me. Her response simply said, "He's here with me now, and Trenton too. Get your fat butt over here, woman! We have some exploring to do!" I felt a bit angry at Jon for pranking me like that, but I brushed it off quickly as I walked back out, grabbing a backpack, and putting my glasses on again. 10 minutes passed of me driving, my friends waiting for me. I got out of the car, Jon laughing at how easily I was pranked. I simply smiled at him then sighed. Jenna ran over to me and took my hand, saying, "Let's go, sis!" And with that I was being dragged in, which was really me trying to keep up with her speed, and pull away from her so I could grab flashlights for everyone. After successfully pulling away from her I smiled and swung my bag into my reach as I pulled 4 flashlights out, handing each one of my friends one. "Here, I figured it would be dark." I said while we all stood at the entrance. Trenton looked over at me with a concerned look upon his face. "Isha, you do know you're trying to put us in a horror story cliche." With that comment I laughed a bit before replying, "Well, just try not to trip over nothing while the mentally insane serial killer chases you, and I'm sure you'll be fine."