It was a dark, stormy night and I had just entered an abandoned hospital. As I slowly walked up the seemingly never-ending staircase, I could hear the heavy raindrops consistently splatter against the windows as if it was going to smash straight through. Being as careful as I possibly could, I ambled up the stairs. Every direction I laid my eyes on something managed to frighten me. There were dead rats piled up in a corner and thick cobwebs dragging along throughout the building. Towards the end I began to see a trail of blood that lead up to an empty corridor, which had more of this strange but yet spooky blood gushing down the long hall like a swimming pool.

As I shuffled past horrific sights, I suddenly sensed a revolting presence. The lights started to flicker and a dusty old-fashioned radio kept on coming on and off. The music was very slow and was being screeched by an infant. Progressing through the forgotten building, my heart began to thud against my chest, causing major breathing problems. After that, a tiny wind-up doll entered the corridor, from a door that slightly opened at the ending of the hall. It was almost as if this mysterious toy was attempting to give me a signal to view this room.

Getting closer to the door, an enormously deafening scream occurred, and then the sound shifted over to exact silence again. The lights went off. It was pitch-black. Trying to find something to grasp onto, I felt someone shadowing me. I couldn’t quite decide whether it was true or I was being terribly paranoid. This potential figure was breezing around this horrifying room! I could hear slight whistling noises, due to it’s ridiculous speed.

All of a sudden, a thundering gunshot fired right through a weak window, located in the damp corner at the back of the room. My heart skipped a beat, and everything seemed though it was rushing. Panicking because of the terror, I bolted to the doors. But, I was tripped up by a fairly small object. Shivering and shaking, having absolutely no idea what was happening, I crawled along the foul floor. Meeting the doors, figuring they were locked, the light come on…