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Horror AF narrated this story on YouTube! If you want to listen, instead of read, you can click the above video.

This is the first time someone's narrated one of my stories and I'm *SUPER* excited ❤️❤️

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It was eerily silent in the abandoned sanitarium. The only sound I heard was that of wind whistling through cracks in the dilapidated, stained walls. When I first arrived, I found my lips curling down at the yellow and black stains, which had long since lost its rancid aroma. But there was no mistaking the streaks of urine and excrement. 

I only had to last another hour and a half in the disgusting, forgotten building. I’d lasted almost five and a half hours, my eyes trained ahead down a long, empty hallway. While at first it frightened me, after about an hour, it lost its appeal.

So I stood. My back as close to the wall as I dared, my eyes trained ahead, my feet crunching broken glass under my shoes whenever I shifted.

My flashlight blinked, and I hit it against my thigh, allowing the light to illuminate the hallway once again.

It was a dare done in poor taste, throwing someone who hadn’t slept for twenty four hours into a building known for its bad backstory. But I had an hour and a half left, then I could go home, take a shower, and go to bed.

The flashlight flickered again and I slapped it against the palm of my hand. When I raised the light again, I found myself squinting into the darkness beyond where my light reached, where something laid that I hadn't noticed before. It was small and cylindrical, disappearing behind one of the open doors. Something deep inside of me told me not to look away. But looking at it made my stomach churn in protest, so I forced my eyes away.

Click.

My flashlight went dark, bathing me in blackness that was absolute and complete. I reached in my pocket and grabbed yet another battery, but froze the moment I heard movement scraping across the floor in front of me. Then there was a sound, one that I couldn’t put my finger on. Cracking. Groaning.

I slammed the battery into the flashlight, forcing my shaking hands to move and screw on the top that would once again give me light to see.

Click.

I was breathing heavily, my eyes searching out the surrounding area. Nothing. There was nothing.

Except.

The cylindrical object had moved forward, and with a better look, I saw the bloody hand it belonged to. The fingers curled, dragging an arm behind it. Then a head covered in black hair. Then a torso.

The body stopped moving suddenly, and I stared at it, holding my breath against the scream that I was sure would attract it.

The head turned slowly - so, so slowly, and black eyes met mine. A smile stretched across the horrifying face before it got on all fours and raced towards me.

And I knew the only sound anyone could hear, was that of a cut off scream of a girl who dared go into an abandoned building at three o’clock in the morning.