a long hallway with graffiti on the walls

There was a group of friends: Danny, Sarah, Mark, and Jess. They were inseparable, thrill-seekers who had a tradition of visiting haunted spots every Halloween. This year, they'd chosen an abandoned asylum on the outskirts of town, said to be cursed by the spirits of the former patients.It was pitch black when they arrived, with only their flashlights slicing through the darkness. The asylum stood tall and silent, its windows shattered and its doors hanging off their hinges. Graffiti covered the walls, but something about the place felt different--like it was holding its breath.“Let’s just get this over with,” Mark whispered, glancing nervously around.They entered the main hall, greeted by a draft that made their breath visible. The walls were covered in faded stains and strange symbols, and the echo of their footsteps bounced back at them, amplified by the empty silence.They made their way to the basement first, where the worst of the experiments were rumored to have taken place. Danny, the bravest of the gr