What if we die?
That was my first thought as we were mustering up an escape plan. I then realized that we were in the asylum. I knew it had begun. Where were our things? Nowhere to be seen, obviously.
Me:"Well, do you see anything? Is it even something we could fit through?"
Becky:"I believe so, all of us. We just have to follow one behind the other."
Chad:"Well, let's get the fuck out of here. Like now. I don't know how much longer our supply of life is going to last. So every one shut up and let's get moving."
One after the other we all piled into the air vent. Austin was in the front, then Marisa, Angela, Chad, Oscar, Becky, and then me. We made much ruckus as our knees slammed into the vent. Our palms growing sweaty and the air thick. Tiny little beads of sweat began forming on my forehead.
Not long after Austin had found an exit. As he proceeds to jump out everyone follows. I take a good look around the room, it was a kitchen in fact. Old, rusted, dusty, and dirty. The air was still and uneasy. We needed to find all the camera equipment and find it fast.
YOU ARE READING
The Asylum
HorrorA guy and a group of his friends take a trip to see if they have the nerve to stay over night in the so called haunted asylum a couple hours away.
