You were an explorer. Specifically abandoned buildings. You love the thrill and scare of going to these run-down, old, and creepy places. Sure, you ran into a few people, got arrested, and almost got killed, but that was the fun of it! You took risks.

One night, your friend who you also explored with sent you a photo of an old looking mental asylum. Something like ravencroft. You didn't care for name, only getting to explore. The place had been running during the 1900s, and probably before that. It shut down after a good few centuries. You just had to see it now.

So, here you are. Flashlight in hand, backpack of things, a pocket knife incase there's a not so friendly homeless person around. You walk around for a while. Finding the cells, the canteen, the horrible things that the people must've gone through. Then you found something strange. A laboratory area. There's no way people where being experimented on, right?

Then you heard your friend scream from the other room. You run over, taking the pocket knife out. And in the darkness, you see a tall figure drop the body of what looked to be your friend.

"Yer not supposed ta be here... Didn't your parents ever tell you to not trespass?"

you froze. Was he making a joke? Is he gonna kill you!? Should you run?? Why was he so calm!?