The halls are filled with rusted metal carts with syringes filled with multiple serums, white lab coats lay scattered out of the floor, the walls have drawings on them, looking like they were drawn by a kid, they were drawn in crayon

You sit in an empty room, a creepy girl, the metal door which was once shiny, now rusted, the lock seems to be busted, and yet you’re still there…in the middle of the dark, white padded room, rocking yourself back and forth, singing an eerie tune, Ghost panics.