You Are the Horror: Asylum [IC]
In the small town of Harmless, Pennsylvania, lies a horrid legacy of the past: PENNHURTS ASYLUM, a mental institution run by the state until it was shut down and abandoned. Rumors fly that you can still hear patients screaming as their doctors continue performing surgeries. Now, seven foolish high schoolers are holding a Halloween bash - daring each other to stay the night. But they aren't the only thing in Pennhurts....
Pennhurts Foyer: Two hours until sunset
Dust drifted in the late afternoon sunlight that knifed through the fetid asylum air. Boards covered most of the ground floor windows - the ones that didn't still have glass panes. The foyer was dimly lit, two staircases on either side leading up to a brooding second floor balcony. On either side of the staircases were wood-paneled cubicles with once-ornate partitions. Office supplies, random leaflets, patient charts, and other accoutrements littered the floor.
The plywood was giving way. Fred pulled harder on the crowbar. The board that had been covering the doors crashed to the ground. Sunlight flooded the foyer.
"Wow," Jenny said.
"Would you look at this place? Best Halloween party ever!" Dave said, entering the building. Stacy and Jenny walked in, looking around.
"They say that Bloody Mary died here," Stacy said. "And if you look into a mirror and chant her name, she'll come back to gouge your eyes out."
"Whatever, freak-a-zoid," Abigail said, following Stacy.
"I don't think there's power in here, so, uh, we could just go back to my house," J.C. said.
"What's the matter, you like your eyes?" Steve asked, walking past J.C.
"Man, screw you," J.C. said.
"Hey, since you're standing around out here, want to help me with this?" Fred asked, grabbing his dad's portable generator from the back of the van.
"If it means staying out here longer, hell yeah," J.C. said. "I'll get the lights, too. And the punch. And the food. Then I think I'll get my speakers, and maybe then I'll go inside Creepy-Ass Asylum, so I can drown out the terror with some dubstep."
Stacy picked up one of the stray pieces of paper. It was a patient evaluation for someone named "Tare". It said something about sadism. She put it down again. Carefully.
"I got all the supplies I need right here," Steve said, rolling himself a joint.
"Ugh. Just keep your smoke on that side of the lobby," Abigail said. "Hey, freak. How about you start cleaning up some of these papers?"
With a protracted scraping sound, Dave pulled a wooden desk over toward the center of the lobby from one of the more dimly lit side offices.
"Found a punch table," he said.
Jenny, meanwhile, was staring at the ominous double doors at the far end of the foyer. Something was bothering her about them, but she wasn't sure what. It was probably nothing.