The Abandoned Mental Hospital - Original Writing :: Papers

The Abandoned Mental Hospital - accepted Writing I collected several items that I would be in need of because today was when my friends and I were going to explore Cane Hill, the amiable hospital that has been abandoned for years. I gathered a torch, my slingshot and a few French bangers. I left my house feeling excite as well as sick, for I was about to enter a hospital that has been haunted even since people worked there. I met Michael and Shaun outside their houses both(prenominal) of them had torches because we knew it would be pitch black, as dusk came upon us. We set off, for the first cinque minutes there was complete silence amid us, my friends and I were as edgy as a novice driver as none of us had clue what to expect. Warily, we slowly approached the front gate to find a very(prenominal) convenient maw in it. As we clambered through the tiny hole we put our torches on, since dark was already upon us. On the way through the jagged, cratered path, which looked akin it had been bombed everywhere and over again, we stumbled upon an average sized house which had every windowpane boarded up - except for one. I felt a strange rupture down my back as we realised that we had to scale a ten dollar bill foot wall, just to get inside. When all three of us were over the wall, we stared silently through the open window which still had shards of glass or so it, only to see faint outlines in the house dark as a coal mine. Seeing as I was the biggest, my friends urged me through first. I felt terrified as well as curious. I stepped into a corridor which looked around ten meters long, but as we slowly crept through the corridor it felt like much more, like it never ended. Around the first recess it became pitch black. All we could see was what our torches managed to cover with its light.