The night was
thick with fog
as Clara
ventured into
the abandoned
asylum.
Whispers
echoed through
the long, dark
hallways,
sending shivers
down her spine.
She had heard
the tales of
tortured souls
haunting the
place,
searching for
peace.
Suddenly, a
cold breath
brushed against
her neck, and
she froze in
terror.
Turning
slowly, she was
met by a pale
figure, its
eyes hollow and
pleading.
Clara felt an
inexplicable
sorrow as the
ghostly
apparition
reached out.
"Help me," it
mourned, the
sound
reverberating
through the
air.
In that
moment, she
realized the
stories were
not just myths;
this was a
nightmare made
real.
Running for
the exit, she
could feel the
darkness
closing in
around her.
With every
step, the
shadows reached
out, clawing at
her sanity.
As the doors
slammed shut
behind her,
Clara knew she
had awakened
something that
would never
rest.
The asylum had
claimed
another, and
the horror
would continue
to linger.
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