Asylum

Outside the asylum it was almost like standing in a forest. As me and Elliot were making our way inside there was this writing with an orange or red hue. Most of the interior had collapsed because of the century old foundation. There was graffiti and drawings all over the walls but one reoccurring picture was a abnormally wide crocodile. All the rooms were empty and the wallpapers were ripped from the walls. Within most of the faculty rooms there was just profanity and sometimes the odd drop of paint. It was one of the scariest experiences in my life.

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