White walls decorate the hallway of Happy Life Homes. The light on the ceiling turned on and off every second. Making the middle of the hallway pitch black. Only one single light bulb lit the end of the hallway. The air was thick and cold. Mists were forming under your feet. The air was below zero. Then there was door. Black door covered with old paint. Spiders and other bugs were crawling all over the surface of the door. It was wooden with the word “nursery” pasted onto the wooden door. The sign had rust covered all over it. Something was off, the walls were brand new, the smell of still fills the hallway. But the door, just something about that door that’s off. It was old. Not any kind of old. It was ancient, disgusting, and worn out. Whispers echo through the hallway. Whatever that’s whispering kept repeating “Come, Yessss come”. The voice had a ghostly voice of a dead lady.
The door opened to the nursery. It was pitch black, then the dim light switched on that only lit the middle of the nursery. Surrounding the nursery were walls that have many cracks and scratches. There were tally marks covering the walls. The only light source the illuminates the room is the little crack on the left side of the wall. The light source was coming from the moon. It shined onto a little girl sitting in the corner with a patients clothes on. Scratches and bruises covered her legs and arms. The girl made faint cries every 2 seconds. Her skin was ice cold, the word Nexcare Mental Asylum was written on the top of the wall. It had a huge black “X” over the Nexcare Mental Asylum. Beside the “X” writes “Nexcare doesn’t care”. Spiders and centipedes were crawling on the floor and the wall. The whispers were gone but the little girl kept repeating “NO!, NO!, NO!, NO!”. The only furniture in the room was a metal bed with no sheets. It was all rusty and old. The air was harsh, hard to breathe in. The room was incredibly cold. The door closed behind. Screams started echoing the hallway. The howls of wolves were echoing outside. Mists filled the room. The atmosphere was so harsh it can make a grown man have tears in his eyes. The air could make anyone burn their lungs. The floor had rotten bones and flesh. The smell was disgusting. The flesh made a nasty odor that could poison an elephant. Then your son looked at you, everything disappeared. The asylum, everything.
“Nothing is going on here dad” said your son with a large grin on his face