Kelly O'RourkePROLOGUE
Eddie silenced Christine as a banging and vicious growling noise came from downstairs. "The front door! Someone's breaking in!" Eddie whispered, panic rising in his throat.
The horrible sounds from below made the hair on the back of Christine's neck stand up. "We've got to hide!" she cried, unable to stop trembling.
Eddie picked the first door he saw and began tugging and clawing on the board that nailed it shut. Christine dug her nails into the wood and helped him pull.
The front door downstairs burst open with the sound of shattering glass and splintering wood, which echoed through the cold, still corridors of the building.
Christine looked wildly around just as Eddie was able to rip the board loose and open the door. The couple slipped inside and slammed it behind them. Inside the room was a counter and several glass cabinets mounted to the walls. Eddie set the camera on the counter and searched for something to use as a weapon.
Christine's entire body was still shaking. "Someone is killing people! Someone is—"
Eddie's heart threatened to explode as the sound of heavy footsteps walked down the hall outside. He spun around and waved at her to be silent.
The footsteps stopped outside the door.
Whoever was out there knew that they were inside.
The stench of rot and blood wafted under the door as the thing sniffed out their scent like a crazed, wild animal.
"Oh god!" Christine whispered. "He's here!"
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A hulking figure shrouded in the dark shadows stalks the dusty, deteriorating corridors of the abandoned Smith Grove Mental Hospital.
Within the building, he waits silently, frozen in time, frozen in hate... for trespassers upon his sacred territory.