The front door creaked open and I took the first step into the old abandoned building. It seemed like it was too easy to get past the barbed wire fences and all the security surroundings, but I did it.
The heavy doors slammed shut behind me as a gust of wind blew through the entire building.
I heard screams of laughter coming from above me along with mumbled words and the sound of a machine buzzing in the distance.
I thought this building was abandoned? Ever since I was a baby this place has been shut down.
I start to make my way to the front desk to see if I could find any cool records from one of the patients that used to go here. As I neared the desk I could make out the back of the cushioned chair that was stationed behind the desk. I could also see strands of hair sticking out from just above the top. I slowed my pace and stopped in front of the desk, only two feet away from the chair.
"Hello?" I asked to see if there was someone seated in the chair.
No reply.
I rounded the corner of the desk, running my fingers through the collected dust on top and touched the top of the chair slowly spinning it around to see a women, face half decayed, smiling at me.
"Welcome to Olympus Asylum."
YOU ARE READING
THE ASYLUM
HorrorIt's hard to believe that her memory could return simply by stepping foot into an asylum.
