It was a dark, gloomy night when a group of teenagers decided to explore the abandoned asylum at the edge of town. They had heard rumors about the place being haunted, but they were young and brave, and they didn't believe in ghosts.
As they approached the rusted gates of the asylum, they felt a chill run down their spines. The gates creaked open, as if inviting them in. They stepped inside and started to explore the derelict buildings.
The place was in a state of disrepair, with peeling wallpaper, broken furniture, and shattered glass littering the floors. As they walked deeper into the asylum, they heard strange noises coming from the walls. It sounded like whispers and moans, but they couldn't make out what was being said.
Suddenly, they heard a loud, piercing scream coming from the end of the corridor. They ran towards the source of the noise and found themselves in a dark, dank room. The walls were covered in mold and the air was thick with the stench of decay.
In the corner of the room, they saw a figure huddled up in a ball, rocking back and forth. It was a woman, dressed in a white hospital gown. Her eyes were hollow and her face was contorted in a permanent expression of terror.
One of the teenagers approached her, trying to comfort her, but as he touched her, he felt a coldness spread through his body. Suddenly, the woman's head snapped back, and she let out an ear-piercing shriek. The group of teenagers ran out of the room, their hearts pounding with fear.
As they ran down the corridor, they saw more figures emerging from the walls. These were the wandering spirits of the patients who had been tortured and experimented on in the asylum. Their eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, and their moans echoed through the halls.
