“Whispers of the Abandoned Asylum”

In the abandoned asylum, whispers echoed through decaying halls. Shadows danced, craving life. Sarah's flashlight flickered, heartbeat racing. Each step intensified the dread. A door creaked open. "Come," a voice beckoned. She approached, hesitating. Behind, a menacing specter loomed. "You shouldn't be here," it rasped, icy breath chilling her soul. She turned, but the exit had vanished. Panic clawed. Suddenly, the walls bled with ghastly faces, contorted in agony. Desperation consumed her as the wailing spirits closed in. In the asylum's heart, an evil entity waited to feast on her terror. Horror engulfed her, an eternal scream in the darkness.