Video - Haunted Asylum: The Face in the Shadows

In the darkness of the abandoned asylum, whispers echoed through the halls, sending shivers down my spine. I clutched my flashlight tightly, its beam revealing decaying walls and broken furniture. As I crept deeper, a cold breeze chilled the air, raising goosebumps on my skin. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows, its eyes gleaming with malevolence. I tried to scream, but no sound escaped my lips. The figure reached out a hand, its touch icy and cruel. I knew then that I was not alone in this haunted place. And as the figure drew closer, I realized... it wore my own face.