Years ago, the Crestwood Asylum was abandoned after a series of mysterious patient deaths. Locals spoke of the tortured souls trapped within its decaying walls. Driven by curiosity, three friends—Alex, Sarah, and Ben—decided to explore the asylum on Halloween night.
As they entered, the air turned frigid, and a heavy silence enveloped them. Faded photographs lined the walls, depicting the once-lively patients. Suddenly, a low moan echoed through the halls, sending chills down their spines. Ignoring their instincts, they pressed on.
In the old therapy room, they found rusted equipment and an ominous chair, stained with dark remnants. As Sarah touched it, the room filled with anguished screams. The friends stumbled back, but the door slammed shut, trapping them inside.
Panicking, they tried to escape, but dark figures emerged from the shadows, their faces twisted in agony. “Help us,” they whispered, reaching out with ghostly hands. As the friends screamed, the figures closed in, dragging them into the darkness. The next morning, the asylum stood silent, the only sign of the friends’ presence a single photograph—now missing from the wall.
