Dean didn't want to get roped into their argument, so he backed off for the time-being. Meanwhile, Chad had found the cafeteria, much to everyone's surprise. The new space, being more open than the previous rooms had eased the air around Dean as he scanned his surroundings. Still dark and dreary, but it made Dean's heart feel at ease. If anything happens, there's still space to run. So there's that... Trying to keep himself optimistic, he explored the musty room in all its ancient glory.

The cafeteria was lined with rows and rows of tables and chairs, most of which were toppled over, hinting at the actions of the building's previous inhabitants. The ceiling lights hung low, similar to the lobby. The paint, shabby pillars and everything else looked pretty normal. And by normal, Dean meant unappealing in its most derogative form.

He walked up and down the hall cautiously, making out a detailed path in his head before making his next step. What made him raise his gaurds, however, were the windows that lead to the outside. He couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched.

Manson looked over to where Chad and the others had gone before turning to Leah, “Well, we should probably follow the others, huh?” He then heard Chad shout, “Aweeeeeeeeeesome, hey guys, come 'n check it out, Uncle Chad's found us a nicer place to hang," Manson smiled at Chad’s words before digging into his pocket to grab his phone to use as a flashlight.

Leah sighed before nodding at Manson. "Yeah, we should." She then reached into her pockets and took out her keys. There was a little flashlight on it. So, she pressed the button and it turned on, a bright light appearing. She then began following after everyone into the kitchen. But, she motioned for Manson to follow with a wave of her hand. She didn't want the poor guy to get left behind.

Manson pulled out his phone, and looked up to see Leah motioning for him to follow her up ahead. He turned on his phone, using the dim screen as a flashlight, and began following the path that the others had taken to the cafeteria.

"So, we set ourselves down some booze, crack out the music, throw down some cards, and HEY-PRESTO, we have ourselves somewhere better than my dad's garage," said Chad smiling brightly.

BANG.

Chad's heart froze, but he quickly resumed his casual posture. Turning, he saw that an old dinner tray had fallen off of the kitchen counter at the far end of the cafeteria. He chuckled to himself, feeling stupid that a draft and an old bit of plastic had startled him like that.

BANG.

Okay, now that wasn't the tray falling on the floor. Something was making a racket back there, and Chad became enraged. This joker doesn't give up, does he?

"Hey, come out from there before I kick your ass, Steve!" Yelled Chad, visibly angry. He wasn't letting no two-bit loser get the better of him. "I'll count to three, and if you ain't out of there by then, I'm coming after you, you hear me?"

Steve was going to get his ass beat. Chad wasn't much of a fighter, but he couldn't let some vengeful nerd ruin his night. If his fist had to collide with someone's face for that to happen, then so be it.

"One," he said, stalking towards the counter.

BANG.

He jumped, but quickly resumed his walk.

"Two."

BANG.

"Oh, you're going to get your ass whooped man, I swear to Go-"

BANG.

"Fine. THREE. Here I come, you prick!"

Chad ran towards the counter, quickly clearing the large space by jumping over several of the tables, and before long, he found himself clambering over it. On the other side he was met with a thick darkness, and something else; a smell of rotting meat, just like that on the doll he'd found outside. The air was cold suddenly, as if he'd stepped into a freezer, and the hairs on his neck stood on end. This was really odd, because at that moment, he didn't feel scared, but with that realisation, he started walking backwards. Something moved off in the corner. Chad squinted, saw a shape of a man leaning heavily on one leg; his head hanging to one side.

"Oh very fucking funny, you little bitch!" Roared Chad, and before he had time to collect his thoughts, he was on the figure. He grabbed for its collar, hoping more to frighten the guy than actually hurt him. Just as his fingers touched the silhouette's dark outline, a jolt of what felt like elctricity shot up his arm and he backed up four paces in a heartbeat. Breathing heavily, not quite sure of what happened, Chad's lips trembled out a curse as he realised the man was gone. He grabbed his torch, turned it on and scanned the area. Old rusted ovens, work surfaces and dilapidated 60's style freezers were strewn about the place. The floor was covered in a thick plaster dust - there were no foot prints but his own.

"The fuck?" He managed to whimper.

Chel scoffed. "Jesus, you don't have to be so fucking violent" Chel yelled out, sliding over the various tables. "Are you insane? What is wrong with you?"

Chad looked over at Chel, his face creased in confusion, "ther- there was somebody here man, I swear to God, I grabbed him and he just..." he stopped talking. This was crazy. He saw something, but not what he thought. Just the shadows playing tricks on him, he must've grabbed an old electrical cable or something. The banging? Coulda been anything, though what Chad wasn't exactly sure. Either way, people just didn't disappear. He cleared his throat, shook his head, and smiled. "I must've erm, seen something that weren't there. I dunno. Sorry for the upset guys, guess I'm a little paranoid that this party ain't gonna fly, is all."

Beer. He needed beer. "I'm going back to the lobby, gonna go fetch my crate of bud. Don't go anywhere now, I'll be back in a beat."

With that, he climbed back over the counter and started walking - not running, for once - back towards the lobby. He was creeped out, but he weren't about to show it. What was it his brother had said about the place? Grasping at the far recesses of his memory, he tried to dig out a story he paid no attention to at the time.

"I'll come! You seem a bit paranoid!" Chel followed him, nearly tripping over most of the tables. "What did you even grab?

"I don't know, must've been a live wire hanging from the ceiling or something," replied Chad nervously. He held his arm to the light, and pulled back the sleeve. He quickly covered it up.

Were those finger prints? FUCK what was that? Do electrical burns look like fingers?

"I- I, it was nothing Chel, just drop it man. Come on let's go get something to drink, Lord knows I need one."

Continuing back to the lobby, Chad's eyes met no one he passed, and he seemed distant to their chatter.

Hearing the ruckus and Chad's yelling from the other side of the cafeteria, Dean immediately grabbed his flashlight and bolted to the source of the noise.

"Woah." He glanced at Chad, pointing the flashlight at his face, highlighting his flustered and sweaty face. " It fucking stinks." he pinched his nose tightly as soon as the stench hit him. Rotten meat.

What strikes Dean as odd was that there was that smell in the first place. This place has been abandoned for so long, and bad meat only smells for quite awhile until it goes completely dry. A fly buzzed past his ear as Dean's thoughts kept overlapping. Looking over to Chad for some sort of assurance, Dean was briefly let down as he noticed Chad was sort-of looking around for something.

Chills running up his spine, Dean brushed it off and made his way back to the middle of the cafeteria where most of them had gathered. He took a seat on one of the dusty chairs just off to the side and proceeded to play with his thumbs nonchalantly. Well, almost. The whole time, ever since he had noticed the windows- he had felt a pair of eyes glued onto his back. You know that natural feeling you get when you know you're being stared at? That was it. It was unsettling- hell, saying that's an understatement.

-but he had to keep his cool, just so he wouldn't be called out on his paranoia or whatever they'd like to call it.

Leaning his head against the pillar, he'd noticed something.

A black figure. The cafeteria was pretty damn dark, but what he'd seen had been darker than black. Dean froze in place, eyes glued to the ceiling.

What...

His breath caught in his throat as his eyes widened, watching the figure climb across the ceiling light's fixtures in the most... inhuman, broken way. 'Its' limbs seemed to barely hang on to the joints from what Dean had seen.

"OH SHIT!"

Okay. Okay. Dean clutched at his chest, shut his eyes and tried to calm his heart-beat with reasonable explanations. Just your imagination. Just your fuckin' imagination, aight? It's dark. It's dark and that's it. Nothing. Nothing was there. Nothing-

Forcing his eyes open, he scanned the ceiling once again, half-expecting the entity to jump out at him as soon as he'd opened his eyes. A deep sigh of relief left Dean's lips as he noted that it was indeed nothing.

Maybe.

Leah watched Chad with worried eyes. She saw him and he looked...to be frank....terrified and that worried her. This was Chad, her friend Chad. He never seemed this upset. He looked as if he'd seen a ghost. And when he left for the lobby he didn't look anyone in the eye. And that worried her. He was worrying her. And that much was clear as she looked at him with worry. Then, there was Dean. Something was wrong with him as well. Clearly. And now, she was officially worried and scared. This place....maybe this was a bad idea, after all?

John was starting to doubt Chad's explanation. He had heard Chad mention seeing something that wasn't there. God damn this place was just getting creepier. He decided he'd stay in the Cafeteria with Dean and Leah instead of going with Chel and Chad. He didn't much like those corridors. He was scared. John Wallace was officially scared. He didn't know what he was scared of but he didn't like that. John took a seat on a dusty table and struggled to keep his cool.

Manson brushed past Chad and Chel as he walked into the cafeteria. Chad avoided any form of eye contact, making Manson assume that something must’ve happened. Chad was one of the most confident guys he knew, it was unnatural seeing him so spooked. Damn, this place’s even getting to Chad, he thought to himself.

He looked over at John, who was sitting on one of the cafeteria’s many dust covered tables. John didn't seem to be doing the greatest either. Manson could definitely relate to their fears. He could constantly feel a presence watching over him. There was definitely something up with this hospital. He remembered his conversation with Leah and her mentioning the she knew about this hospitals past. He wasn't much of a history buff, but he thought he might as well do something to pass the time before Chad and Chel got back, even if it was a history lesson. “Hey, Lee you had said this place had a fucked up past? What exactly happened here?” he asked, giving her a concerned expression.

Leah looked over at Manson when he asked her about the past. She shuddered just thinking about it. It was that creepy. "Yeah, it was actually really creepy and weird. Very fucked up. I fount out about it a while ago when I was just looking through the web." It is no secret that Leah has a thing for the paranormal or strange. A hobby of hers is looking up scary and weird things on the internet. But, this has to be one of the most disturbing things she's every heard of. So, she began explaining. "Well, this place opened up in 1955 or around there. It was claimed to be this 'huge success'."

She said with a roll of her eyes at 'huge success'. "5 years or so later and it was successful. Dozens of people left this place perfectly fine and cured. Dr. Clarke, the mastermind behind all this, was treated like a god of medicine basically. This hospital got a lot of money put into it due to it's success. Now, things get weird." She said with warning in her voice. "About 5 years later there was this huge riot in the hospital. Doctors and nurses were strapped down and tortured by their own medical tools. And visiting family members, including kids, were herded into the incinerator in the basement where they were burned alive."

She felt herself get uncomfortable talking about it. "The police arrived and the patients were killed but there are rumors that some patients ran away. Then, after that, it was fount out that the Doctor was into human experimentation. And untested surgical procedures. Then, patient records of the dead started disappearing. And among the ashes of those that died in the incinerator were the human remains of the failed test subjects. Funding was cut and the hospital was shut down. And the Doctor killed himself by stabbing a large needle into his eye." When she was finished explaining, she was leaning against the wall. She'd tried her hardest to forget the terrible past of this place but, it was practically burned into her memory.

One bottle hit the wall and crashed. Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, then a second bottle. Chad was not stopping for no one, and eagerly grabbed the third. If he took a second to focus beyond the placement of the bottle cap opener, he'd of realised he was shaking. It was something; I did not imagine it. SHUT UP. Drink more, you pussy.

He dropped the third empty bottle, let it smash on the floor, and then collapsed into a heavily moulded bench behind him. The lobby was quiet, eerily so, and this did not add to Chad's mood in a positive way. Desperately trying to get a hold of himself, to the point of denying the streaks on his arm resembled fingers, he entertained the idea of making a break for the SUV and driving off as fast as he could.

"Naw," he sighed to himself, "the great Chad, ruffled by a freak occurrence of the shadows?"

The sound of his own voice, mocking yet confident, gave him something to anchor on. He was a fully grown mad, God darned it, and he wasn't about to cave in like a child. It'd been a decade since he last admitted he was afraid of the dark. In an attempt to distract himself, he tried again to recall his brother's experience at the place - though nothing seemed to come. His brother had gotten lucky here, he knew that, and he would've remembered if someone got hurt. One thing that did come to mind though, was that strange look in his eyes - an emotion Chad seldom saw on his brother's features. It was fear. Ball breaking fear.

"If you're concerned, they say a place that has supposed haunted properties can make your mind fuck you up. They can make your arms swell and go red and everything. Anyway, I'm just gonna take the rest of this stuff back, I'd suggest you come, because you electrocuting yourself will be funnier if we're there..." Chel picked up various bottles and such, before turning to walk back.

Jack awoke with a start, the dream was so vivid, he dreamed he was in that hospital, it was full of people but no one could see him, his burning curiosity turned into burning hatred, he lashed out killing many people before waking up. Jacks alarm was buzzing, why would he set his alarm this early?. He sat there for a second just thinking of why, that's when the answer hit him with a ton of bricks. He had to hurry.

Jack was rushing through the dark streets. Once he reached the old decreped building, it was clear his friends were already here. He walked in slowly, looking around in the immediate lobby. He dug around in his pockets and pulled out a flashlight and flicked it on, the yellow circular light bathing an over turned wheel chair in light, the wheel spinning slowly somehow reminded him of an old carousal in an abandoned park, the sound of dripping pipes and old foundation rung in his ears. Suddenly a voice broke the silence, it was quiet and high pitched, whispering like it didn't want to be heard. Jack moved over to the spot that was a little room behind the front desk "hello?" He called into the room. After finding no one he left then room, the front desk greeting him.

"Anybody?" He called helplessly, maybe he made a mistake.

"Anybody?"

Straining his ears, Dean tilted his head up as the distant noise echoed and instantly recognized the voice. Fearing for anybody getting left behind on their own, he figured he'd absolutely hate it if that were to happen to him, so he jumped up and bolted straight out of the cafeteria with only the fading echoes to guide him.

"JACK? JACK IS THAT YOU?" he shouted, hoping the walls would be in his favor and help bounce the sound around the building in order for it to reach Jack's ears.

Only then did Dean realize, after about a minute of aimless wandering the decrepit halls, that he was completely alone. He had left the group behind to their fun and games to help out a friend in need, cursing himself as soon as the plan backfired. Totally missed the map... Where the fuck am-

A groan from his further left sounded throughout the corridors. Every bit of hair Dean's body had risen at this point and tried his best to keep his breathing regular. He bent over to catch his breath, desperately wanting to forget whatever had made that sound. After a while of trying to compose himself, he decided he'd best be on his way to the lobby- wherever the hell that was.

"hehe~" a slight, raspy giggle came from further behind him, accompanied with frenzied shuffling that could only be paired with to someone trying their best to catch up whilst having their feet restrained.

It was only common sense to put together that in a place like where they were, it would only be safe to just run. "FUCK THIS-" Dean took off at full pace forwards, not caring where he went as long as he didn't have to look back.

"JACK! JACK?"

"HELLO?"

His voice rang across the corridors, hoping to the higher entities above that he was heard.