The Whispering Walls

 

The old, abandoned asylum stood as a sentinel on the hill, its windows like vacant eyes staring out at the world. Local legend had it that the building was haunted, its halls echoing with the screams of the unfortunate souls who had been confined there.

One stormy night, a group of thrill-seekers decided to explore the asylum. Armed with flashlights and a healthy dose of bravado, they ventured into the crumbling structure. As they made their way through the labyrinth of corridors, the air grew heavy with an oppressive silence.

Suddenly, a chilling draft swept through the room, sending a shiver down their spines. They turned to see a figure standing in the corner, its face obscured by the flickering light. It seemed to be watching them, its eyes glinting with an eerie glow.

A collective gasp escaped their lips as the figure began to move. It drifted towards them, its steps silent on the creaking floorboards. As it drew closer, they could hear a faint whisper, like a thousand voices echoing through the empty halls.

"You should have stayed away," the whisper seemed to say.

Terror seized the group as they turned to flee, but it was too late. The figure was upon them, its icy touch sending shivers down their spines. They screamed, their voices lost in the howling wind.

And as the storm raged outside, the asylum stood silent and empty, its walls whispering tales of terror to the night.