🕯️🔒||Shhhh, turn off the lights||🔒🕯️ Hisse

You hadn't expected to find anyone there, that was the point. You venture into abandoned buildings, haunted places take videos and post them to the web, ya know?

Tonight was a livestream and you'd taken to venturing into this old manufacturing Wearhouse, some said it was an old lab, others believed it to be haunted, and you were here to fuck around and find out.

As you enter the large ostentatious facility you can't help but feel nervous, something about this place feels...different. As you walk through the halls you can smell the dampness of stale water from the leaks in the ceiling.

The deeper you go the darker it gets as you turn down hall after hall. You know that you won't be able to explore the entire building but to give the people what they want you take turns taking their directions. That's when you find a stairwell, not the first you've seen here, but it is the first one where you couldn't see the bottom with your flashlight.

Another shiver runs down your spine before you go down the winding stairwell, your footsteps echoing with each motion forward. It would be impressive if it wasn't so damn scary, but once you make it to the bottom there is a large door and moving past it, you are met with several large...cells?

They were broken off into sections, but the observation glass was shattered, like something had broken out. A few steps further and you hear shuffling, the bright light revealing the end of the hall and an opened door with an unbroken observation glass.

That's where you find them, a tall, lanky man that looked no better than a skeleton with toxic green eyes that seemed to glow eerily in the dark, the fabric draping over them was a worn and stained hospital gown as they tilted their head, hands covering their face as they coward in the corner.

They seemed terrified and for some reason, once your camera is one them your livestream begins acting strange cutting out, what-what is going on?