"They laughed at me they called me names they said I was a whimp. So i´m going to prove to them wrong, I will spend a night at Rosewood Asylum"
these where my last words I said to living people. When I got home that afternoon I didn´t say anything to my parents I just put on my clothes and stuffed my backpack with food and water. You may be wondering what my parents where thinking that day because they just let me leave just like that, the truth is they hate me they don´t want me. I could kill myself and they could care less if I died. Rosewood Asylum is said to be hunted but I didn´t care- why should I? no one cares if I die Someone so badly wanted me not to go they even made a myth that someone went to Rosewood asylum for one night and never came back. I just laughed and walked away i´m starting to think that was my last laugh, what is there to laugh about anymore? while walking down to the asylum I herd people whispering and laughing. I started to run I was tired of hearing there laughing. After what seemed like forever I made it to the Asylum. I walked in nothing fun about this place. Just ripped paintings and broken down walls I walked around I left the door open for a just-in-case situation. while walking I herd a loud Thud, I turned around the door was shut- I ran over to open them they wouldn´t buge. This was like something out of a bad horror movie. then I herd voice behind me say- "Hello"