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My friends and I thought it would be fun to visit an abandoned insane asylum, but what was fun turned freaky… #Halloween

by Maryann Pisano on September 23, 2015

I love Halloween.  In fact, I live for Halloween.  I wait all year for Autumn, because that’s when I know the leaves change, pumpkin spice lattes are back in business, and Halloween is here.  With the territory of loving Halloween, I love scary movies, haunted houses, and real ghost stories.  When I was in high school, my friends and I decided we wanted to drive out to a haunted abandoned insane asylum.  We were tired of paying for frights– now we wanted the real thing!

The building was in the middle of no where, surrounded by trees.  It’s heavily guarded, so we had to make sure that the police didn’t see us.  To avoid our car being seen, we had to park about two miles away from the asylum.  After running through a field to finally reach the building, we had to jump the fence.  After all of  that, half of our group was too scared to continue.  My buddy Will* and I weren’t scared.  We lived for thrills like this.  We were determined to go inside.

Will and I were surprised when we approached the building.  The size of the building is huge, like the size of a high school.  We had to walk around the building to actually find a door that we could open.  It took forever to finally find one, and we had to use a crow bar to break it open.

Besides the building being completely dark, it was flooded.  There was water up to our ankles.  All around us we could hear the dripping of the water from the ceiling.  Will and I walked around in the the dark building for a few moments, and realized that there was absolutely nothing there to really see.  Just as we were about to turn around to go home, we heard a noise.  It sounded like animal’s growl.  We turned on our flashlights and began searching for the noise.

“If you’re here with us, please come out,” I said.  After several moments of silence, Will and I turned our flashlights off.  Then, the growl came back.

“Please, come out,” I said again.  We walked into a bathroom where the sound was coming from.  Inside the bathroom, there was a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling.  The light bulb was turned on, and was swinging back and forth.

“Let’s get out of here,” said Will.  I agreed, and we never went back to that empty insane asylum.  To this day, I don’t know where the noise or the light came from.

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