"Jess! Come on! The abandoned and haunted Insane Asylum waits for no one!" Michael called up the stairs. I groaned. The weekend had started. Me and my four friends -Jane, Austin, Elie, and Michael- were going to Hollow Groove Mental Institution. The abandoned Asylum that is supposed to be haunted. Really, I was forced to go. Elie was scared as hell to go, so she made me come with her.
I quickly rolled out of bed, and threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I slipped on my shoes, and pulled my hair back into a ponytail. Grabbing my purse, I threw in my camera, my phone, some sunglasses, and a couple of headbands just in case. I looked at myself in the mirror one more time, mentally preparing myself for the weekend.
"Well, are you coming, or what?" Jane grumbled as she flung my door open. I chuckled, and pulled my purse over my shoulder.
"Right behind you." I smiled. She raised her eyebrows in mock happiness and sauntered down the stairs. I shook my head and followed behind her.
We all piled into my car, and as soon as we were sure we were ready, I turned the keys in the ignition, beginning the journey to what was probably going to be the longest weekend of my life.
I was driving, while Elie was in the passenger seat. Jane was in the middle of the backseat with Austin on her right and Michael on her left. I felt bad for her. She had to sit beside her big brother, Austin, and Michael, the boy who never shuts up. But that's what makes Michael so fun, to be honest. You never know what he's gonna do next. He always keeps you on your toes. Anyways, enough on the subject of Michael.
"So, are you guys excited?" I asked to no one in particular. The car had been completely silent, and I was trying to spark up some conversation.
"What's there to be excited about? All this talk about ghosts and the place being haunted, it's all a load of shit, anyways." Jane looked at me in the rear view mirror. "Ghosts aren't real." She said the words slowly, as if talking to someone who had just learned how to understand English.
"I beg to differ." Austin cleared his throat. "There has been plenty of proof to go with the theory of the paranormal." He looked over at Jane, narrowing his eyes. Here they go again. I've created a monster. Two monsters actually.
"Oh yeah? Show me the proof then. You can't prove something that isn't real to begin with." Jane crossed her arms. Austin laughed bitterly.
"There are countless photographs and numerous disembodied voices caught on tape. How does that not qualify as real?" He countered.
"Easy. They're all fake. It's possible that the pictures could be edited like that, and someone could be whispering to make it sound like those disin- disom- oh, whatever those voice thingies are!" Jane threw her hands up in the air in frustration. This was actually amusing to watch.
"Ghosts are real, now shut the fuck up. I'm trying to sleep." Michael grumbled.
"Thank you, Michael! At least he has some common sense." Austin smiled proudly.
"Oh, so now you're calling me dumb?" Jane raised her voice. Austin groaned.
"No I'm not. I'm just saying that you don't have any common sense. You deny the evidence that is right in front of you, and you say that if you can't see it, it isn't real. Just because you can't see something doesn't make it any less real. Like air for example. You can't see it, but its still there. Ghosts are the same way." Austin said.
"Well, there's hard proof of air. There's no solid proof of any of this paranormal shit." Jane huffed, crossing her arms.
"Alright. Jane, let's calm down before things get out of hand. Save the drama for the Insane Asylum." I smirked at her in the rear view mirror. She rolled her eyes and pulled a face at me. I chuckled, and handed a newspaper back to her. "Here. Read this out loud." She snatched the paper from me and straightened up before opening her mouth to speak.
"Everyone's heard the stories about Hollow Groove Mental Asylum. Abandoned for years, supposedly haunted by the ghosts of the patients, blah blah blah. Oh come on, they can't be serious." Jane laughed. "This news article is a bunch of bullshit." Austin turned to Jane, looking her dead in the eye.
"Well, I guess we're gonna find out if the stories are true or not. See, look." He pointed to the large building as we pulled up.
I pulled the keys from the engine, turning around in my seat. I smiled to myself as Jane and Austin bickered in the back seat. Typical brother-sister relationship. I turned to Elie, giving her a small smile. She was quite shy, and I didn't know how she was handling all of this yelling. I turned to look at Michael, who was asleep in the seat. How could he sleep while those two were yelling? I clapped my hands, and everyone, even Michael who startled awake, turned to look at me.
"Alright, guys. Welcome to Hollow Groove Mental Institution." I said with a wicked smile.