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The asylum's corridors twisted and turned, leading the group deeper into the heart of darkness. Dim lights flickered overhead, casting eerie shadows that danced along the peeling wallpaper. The teenagers felt a heavy weight settle upon their shoulders, as if the spirits trapped within these walls were watching their every move.

They came upon a room with a broken door, its splintered wood a testament to the violence that had once permeated the asylum. Inside, remnants of patient files were strewn across the floor, yellowed with age. As they picked up the withered papers, the stories of the tormented souls began to unfold before their eyes.

In one file, they read about a young girl named Emily, committed to the asylum for seeing things that others deemed impossible. She spoke of haunting figures lurking in the shadows, whispering secrets and urging her to join them in the realm of the dead. The group shivered, feeling a chill run down their spines as the words resonated with their own harrowing experience.

Another file belonged to a man named Thomas, driven to madness by his own guilt. He confessed to heinous acts committed against fellow patients, consumed by a darkness that twisted his soul. It was clear that the sins of the past had left an indelible mark on the asylum, an eternal reminder of the horrors that had unfolded within its walls.

With each new revelation, the teenagers felt an increasing sense of regret wash over them. They were unwitting explorers in a realm they could never truly understand, and now, they were burdened with the weight of the asylum's history. But curiosity mingled with fear in their hearts, compelling them to press on despite the growing unease.

As they made their way through the asylum, they stumbled upon a hidden staircase leading to the basement. The air grew colder, and the whispers of the spirits became more distinct. It was there, in the depths of the asylum's darkness, that the wraiths of damned souls awaited their next victims.