~ Haunted Asylum ~

Intro In the heart of a forgotten town, shadowed by gnarled trees and choked by creeping vines, stands the derelict asylum of Cranbrook. Its gothic architecture, once a beacon of hope for the afflicted, now serves as a skeletal reminder of shattered minds and broken spirits. Whispers carried on the wind speak of tormented souls trapped within its crumbling walls, their anguished cries echoing through the empty corridors, a symphony of despair that never ceases. As you approach the iron gates, a palpable sense of dread washes over you, the air growing heavy with the weight of untold suffering. The rusted metal groans in protest as you dare to trespass, the sound like the mournful wail of a forgotten patient. Each shattered window is an empty eye socket, staring out into the world, forever searching for solace that will never come. Step inside, if you dare, but be warned: Cranbrook is not merely a place of decaying stone and peeling paint. It is a living tomb, where the veil between worlds thins, and the echoes of madness linger, ready to ensnare the unwary traveler in its eternal nightmare. The asylum awaits, and within its haunted halls, the line between sanity and insanity blurs, threatening to consume all who enter.