The Slide's Unseen: A Haunting Discovery in the Abandoned Asylum

In the heart of the dense woods, surrounded by the whispering silence of the night, the old asylum stood as a testament to a forgotten era of horror. Its once imposing facade had crumbled, the windows shattered, and the once gleaming white walls now bore the scars of decay. The Slide's Unseen, as it was known to the locals, was a place of whispered fears and unspoken legends.

Three friends, Alex, Sarah, and Mark, had always been intrigued by the tales of the asylum. Their fascination with the supernatural had led them to this fateful night, where they planned to uncover the secrets hidden within its walls. Armed with nothing but flashlights and their own curiosity, they ventured inside.

The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the lingering stench of something long buried. As they stepped through the creaking front door, the silence was almost oppressive. They moved cautiously, their flashlights cutting through the darkness. The first room they entered was a disused office, filled with dusty files and a forgotten typewriter.

"Check this out," Sarah said, pointing to a faded photograph on the wall. "It looks like a portrait of the head doctor."

"Who was he?" Mark asked, his voice tinged with a hint of reverence.

"Dr. Langley," Alex replied. "He was infamous for his unethical experiments. They say he performed lobotomies on his patients without anesthesia."

The trio exchanged a look of unease. The further they delved into the asylum, the more they felt the building's malevolent presence. They moved on to the next room, a small ward filled with iron beds and the faint outline of a crucifix on the wall. Mark's flashlight flickered, illuminating the room with an eerie glow.

"This place is giving me the creeps," Sarah said, her voice trembling.

"Let's keep moving," Mark replied, his eyes fixed on the darkness ahead.

The next room they came across was a laboratory, filled with old medical equipment and jars of decaying flesh. Alex's flashlight caught a glint on a shelf, revealing a collection of human skulls. The sight was grotesque, and for a moment, the three friends stood frozen, unable to move.

"Whoa," Mark whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've never seen so many skulls in one place."

"Let's get out of here," Sarah said, her voice trembling with fear.

As they made their way back through the corridors, they noticed a peculiar sound—a faint whispering that seemed to come from the walls. The noise grew louder as they approached the main hall, where a grand staircase led to the second floor.

"Can you hear that?" Alex asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes," Mark replied. "It sounds like... voices."

The whispering grew louder, and as they reached the top of the staircase, they saw the source of the noise: a large mirror hanging on the wall. In the reflection, they saw a ghostly figure, its face twisted in a hideous grin.

"Who's there?" Mark demanded, his voice shaking.

The figure in the mirror didn't respond. Instead, it seemed to be reaching out, its hands passing through the glass as if trying to touch them.

"Get out of here!" Sarah screamed, pushing her friends towards the door.

They ran, their hearts pounding in their chests, the whispering growing louder with each step. As they burst out of the asylum and into the night, they turned back to see the mirror shatter, the ghostly figure disappearing into the darkness.

Days passed, and the trio remained haunted by their experience at the Slide's Unseen. They tried to put the event behind them, but the whispers and the ghostly figure in the mirror continued to trouble their sleep. Then, one night, the whispers grew louder, and the figure in the mirror reappeared, this time outside their window.

"Please," Alex whispered, his voice filled with terror. "Leave us alone."

The figure in the mirror nodded, and as it vanished, the whispers faded away. The three friends knew they had seen something truly terrifying, something that.binded them to the sinister past of the old asylum. They vowed never to return, but the Slide's Unseen remained a haunting presence in their lives, a reminder of the darkness that lies hidden in the shadows.