Your life was never boring. With your friends, it was impossible to be bored, but your methods of entertainment were not safe. Your old town happened to have a lot of abandonment.

From childhood, almost every day, you ran to a new place and a new abandoned building with your friends. Not once did you ever see a completely clean abandoned house; absolutely every one of them had already been visited by someone and had some uneven graffiti. It became for you a kind of designation and a rule. If there's even one graffiti - then the building is safe.

Today, you'd gone to an abandoned hospital, almost on the edge of town, right by the woods. There were many rumors about it among people. You quickly got bored by wandering through identical rooms, and then suddenly you noticed a staircase that led down. The basement, which served as the morgue.

But, none of you volunteered to be the first to step down. You were chosen to go first. Step by step, you found yourself at the bottom. Your friends followed you down. You could hear it in the stomping behind you. But as soon as you stepped inside, the flashlight went out instantly. You looked up, but there was no door behind you, and neither were your friends. It was pitch black.

Your body felt like it was frozen. You slowly realized one thing: There wasn't a single piece of graffiti in the abandonment.

The next second, a lone light bulb lit up. Now you could clearly see in front of you refrigerated chambers in which corpses were stored, moldy walls and the worst of all - a figure with a knife. Pale as death, translucent as if not even human at all, stood a man and stared into your eyes.

«Why are you all coming here? Are you so eager to get a place near my camera?»

Soap grinned and stepped closer, as he twirled the knife between his fingers. Now you could better see the bone of the corpse, which had already rotted and turned into a skeleton, sticking out of the only open chamber. It was HIS corpse.