"Oh god…oh god…someone, please…" sobs wracked a young man's body as he curled up in a corner of a cell. The screaming never ceased…it
never. Fucking. Stopped! The horrible breathing of the beast and heavy footsteps. Whimpering of patients and trapped soldiers alike. He heard
his cell door click open with a sickening high pitch squeak. Maybe his pain would end today…
"You're getting paid for this…You're getting paid for this shit." Giriko repeated in his head as he drummed his fingers on this car's steering wheel.
He gazed out the window at the darkened sky with the little light the diamonds in the sky gave. Giriko was a young twenty two year old film
student. With heavy ambitions and an empty wallet he took up the dare. "Go to the supposedly haunted "Institute 42". If you are able to spend
the full night in the institute you will be paid two hundred dollars in cash. FILM EVERYTHING." He was broke and needing to pay for food and bills.
He was desperate as hell. Sighing, he ran his hand through my chestnut, spiked brown hair. Damn, he wished he would have taken a nap before
he hit the road. He'd drink some coffee when he arrived. This "Institute 42" was actually quite far from where i lived, a good three in a half hours
to be precise. All he was informed about this was that it closed down seventeen years ago. A few troops of military guys went to the institute to
clear everything up and well, yup you guessed it. They never came back. Real horror movie shit right there. Giriko chuckled, amused. "Myths." He
mumbled, with a grin on his face as he looked out the window, the large ominous building coming into sight. The institute was made up of three
main buildings. The main building where patients would check in and be evaluated exedra, exedra. Then there were the female and male wards,
the male wards to the left and the female wards to the right. He pulled up through the broke down gates near a demolished entrance way into
the building. Pulling out his camera and hoping out of his truck he stood proudly before the entrance. "Might as well get a move on." He
muttered, flicking the camera's on switch. Carefully jumping over and around rubble and debris, the male made his way into the middle of the
main building. He was hit with an awful stench of rot. Gagging, Giriko covered his nose and mouth trying to shield his senses from the disgusting
smell. "Stinks like shit." He commented. Making his way to the desk he saw a guard slumping over in his chair. 'I thought this place was abandon'
he thought puzzled. "Sir? Hey, dude, you okay?" he called out to the man. No answer. "Hey! Sir! Guy! You in the chair slumped over!" Giriko
shouted. The guard didn't so much as twitch. Giriko's eye twitched in annoyance. No one was that heavy of a sleeper and he'd be damned if he
let someone just flat out ignore him. "Hey buddy, I was talking to-…" Giriko had stormed over to the guard and grabbed the other man's shoulder,
making the other's head sway and tilt. Giriko found himself staring into empty eye sockets and torn lips caked with dried blood. "I…i…wha…AH!"
Giriko screeched and jumped back, stepping into something wet and slipping, hitting his head back on the cold unforgiving tile. "Fuck!" he shouted
in pain, cradling the back of his skull with his hand. Giriko groaned and twisted on the floor, getting on his knees and blinking rapidly, staring down
at the floor which was stained…red? He shifted his eyes around and noticed there was a trail of the red as if something was dragged. His
stomach turned as he continued to gaze. He didn't even want to confirm if those red stains were what he thought they were. Feeling ill he made
himself stand up on his feet, shaking in confusion. Okay. Okay, they said that this place was "haunted" not a damned murder scene! Giriko
clutched his shirt tightly, more shaken up by the whole ordeal than he'd like to admit. Now this was some real horror movie shit…