I heard three distinct knocks at the door hanging open next to me. Suddenly I heard something bone chilling. We kept walking further down the dismal halls of floor three. Now I know that might seem like a stretch, but there were no windows open and it was 75 degrees outside to begin with. Because of all the ghost hunter shows I watch, I instantly felt as if there was an unwanted presence in our midst. The temperature had dropped considerably. Shivers ran down my spine and into my toes. We walked down a dark stairwell until we got to the third floor. The only thing left intact were the eerie remnants of bathtubs, bathrooms, and cabinets that were once used by its mentally insane inhabitants.Ī few of us decided to take a look around the other floors of the building. Light fixtures clung to the ceiling, only held up by their wires. The floorboards squished under my feet and seemed as if they would collapse beneath me with every step. Rainwater from the roof trickled down into the building. The condition of the building was worse than I expected. Callahan and Sam led us as we climbed up the staircase and went straight to the fourth floor. I thought to myself, “Who in their right mind would live in a haunted asylum?” We took a collective breath and entered the building. “Who’s that?” I asked pointing up at the figure. His body was skeletal, his jaw line was defined, and his eyes seemed to sink back into his eye sockets. Startled, I saw an older man staring back at me. I cranked my head back to see where it came from. Before we got to the door, a mass of black material fell to the ground from the roof five stories up. As the car came to a halt, we got out and began to walk toward the building. Minutes later, we arrived at the large brick building. Trying to act like a tough guy, I held back my intuition to say, “AH HELL NAW,” and turn the truck around I just nodded and kept driving. That’s where they burned their dead bodies.” “What is that?” I asked with fear in my heart. I looked to my right and saw a dreary building with a smoke stack crowning its peak. Demonic looking trees hung across the path in an attempt to warn us to turn back. Reality seemed to melt away and the setting of a horror movie began to play itself out. Finally, we arrived at our last turn a dirt road that seemed to lead to nowhere. Ghosts aren’t real.” She said.įor those who don’t know me well, I watch a lot of horror movies and the fact that I was about to go to one of the most notoriously haunted buildings in Duluth to help make a movie for her brother, freaked me the fuck out. Don’t even know why I’m here.” I said half asleep. This place is going to be freaky as hell. “You all good, Austin? Do you need someone else to drive?” my girlfriend said. Barely able to keep my eyes open, I barreled down the freeway toward Duluth.
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