Scorned Asylum

The road felt endless as you drove to visit Aunt Margaret, who’d fallen ill. Summer light kept your nerves steady; the trip seemed easy… for now. Then night dropped like a curtain. The pavement emptied, the woods closed in. Through the trees rose a shape: an old asylum, etched in moonlight. A cold curiosity pulled you over. The place seemed to call your name as if it had waited. The heavy doors groaned as you slipped inside. Dust, hush… echoes of forgotten lives. A sudden slam: the door shut. Locks slid home. No way back. In the dark, something stirred Abradine Asylum had claimed you.