Alex emerged from the basement of the Kirkbride building as the morning sun trickled in through the broken windows of the main floor. The entire facility, abandoned since 1974, housed squatters young and old. Most were harmless, simply down on their luck and looking to put a roof over their heads. Some harbored a malicious streak—likely the reason they had no place else to go—but those were few and far between.
The basement seemed the safest place to be. Ironic considering its reputation as the heart of paranormal activity on the grounds; the supposed location of the rituals and experiments performed on former patients. All the lore played into Alex’s love of the macabre, though nothing ever presented itself down there. The shadows moved, but shadows tended to do that, especially against
