Thorazine Dream

We slipped under the fence under the cover of night; only the moon lit our way behind the old hospital, which made it difficult to sprint in the inky darkness. The asylum towered up like a monstrous and shadowy beast, and deep inside a black corner, far away from eyes of the police patrol, was a small opening, just large enough to crawl in through.

We stepped into an ancient ward that once housed the most violent patients at the hospital; bright, peeling colors flashed in front of my eyes as I kept the flashlight low to avoid giving us away. Once the sun rose and bathed the crumbling scenes in natural light, I wanted to stay inside for days.