She follows you home.
There’s an abandoned asylum in North Carolina. I went there with a few friends and I wanted to explore it, so the three of us went inside. It was around 3 in the afternoon so it was still light out, although it was a bit dark in the run down asylum. We were only inside maybe 15 minutes and it got pitch dark. I checked my phone and it was still only about 3:30, but it looked like it was midnight. We heard a horrifying scream, making us all grow pale. We exchanged looks but my friend said someone else was probably exploring and got spooked, no big deal right? So we kept looking around. We couldn’t find any signs of anyone else in the building so we were obviously confused.
I found what looked like an office and noticed a single file laying out on the desk, so I opened it to check it out. It was a patient file.
Name: Eliza Border
Age: 26
Notice: Extremely dangerous. Fits of anger.
I read through her file, and I couldn’t believe the things I was reading. She did horrible things to the staff members and other patients, stuff like stabbing ones eyes out with her thumbs, biting a chunk out of someone’s neck, ripping off someone’s ear… the list goes on. The file had a photo of her clipped to it. She was actually beautiful. She had long black hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. Her eyes though… her eyes were filled with evil. I dropped the file when I heard another sharp scream. My friends and I looked at each other and then out in the hallway, and seen a girl standing there, kinda tall and slim, black hair that covered her face, but I could tell who it was. We were frozen in fear, but I finally spoke up, “What do you want? Why are you here?” She responded with another horrifying scream, this time showing us her pitch black eyes. They seemed to be bleeding, but the blood, or whatever it was, was black. Her hospital gown looked dirty and tattered, but we didn’t stay for observation after that last scream. We got out of there as fast as we could. We never mentioned what we saw.
Two nights later I got a call that one of my friends had died, somehow her head was torn from her body. I couldn’t believe this. How could this happen? I went to visit with my friends family to mourn the loss of my friend. I went into her room where we had many sleepovers, and something caught my eye…a note. All the note said was “she found me”. Who- no. NO! Oh no… Eliza followed us.
I quickly tried to call my other friend that went with us, but she didn’t answer. I hope I’m not too late.
The next day I get the call. My other friend is dead. Same thing, head ripped from the body, and another note.
“She found me”
I guess I’m next.
I’m not able to sleep that night. I lost my closest friends in the same horrific way, and I’m probably next. Then I hear it. That scream. I start to panic, I have no idea what to do, it’s too late anyway.
I go ahead and write my note. The lights flicker and then go out, and there she is. The same dirty, tattered hospital gown, her black hair falling over her black bleeding eyes. She screams.
She found me.
