Posts from Мафия 108. Haunted asylum

...And it's so dark here. To make matters worse, the lights are out everywhere. The organizers decided to put a little pressure on our nerves. It's a predictable move, actually. You can only scare little kids and overly sensitive women with this. Suzanne is already getting on my nerves, screaming at every little thing, seeing a rat in the darkness, or imagining some kind of ghosts. The only source of light left is Janet's phone. How did she manage to convince the organizers to let her keep it? We were forbidden from bringing them. Well, never mind. It turned out to be useful after all...

We decided to set up camp in one of the halls. There's a fireplace and a few beds here. Of course, no one brought any matches. The fire-starting tricks from the movies didn't work either. We decided to leave it until morning. There are absolutely no conditions here. The bedding on the beds has long since rotted, and there's dampness and the smell of mold everywhere. I thought this would be one of those shows where the participants act out difficulties for the camera, and in between takes, they relax somewhere in a cozy place. But no, the organizers decided to make the atmosphere as realistic as possible. But they could have at least provided some matches...

...I have to admit, this place is creepy. Strange sounds are heard periodically from the corridors. We even paused our conversation several times and froze, trying to figure out what it was. Sometimes something suddenly falls somewhere on the upper floors, and sometimes it sounds like someone is scratching the floor. Howling, abrupt laughter. Yes, the organizers decided to add sound effects to the lack of light. This won't scare me, but they should worry about Lars, for example. He may seem calm, but he might just drop dead at the first sign of trouble; he's not getting any younger. And then those who came up with this will have big problems...

...Finally, everyone fell silent and went to sleep, but... you can feel a certain tension in the air. I lay facing the wall, but I have a feeling that if I turn around, I'll see that everyone is lying with their eyes open, trying to listen to the sounds coming from the dark corridors. Yes, these guys know how to create a depressing atmosphere... The strange sounds are becoming more and more distinct. I feel constant drafts, as if someone's icy breath is enveloping my neck. A draft! Where is the draft coming from? The room is stuffy, with the windows tightly boarded up. I really don't want to turn around and see what's happening behind me. Damn it, and why am I so impressionable?! I need to get rid of all these stupid thoughts. Just 3 days, and I can get out of here. Calm down! Everything will be alright...