Earlier in the day I had been shopping; browsing really. Outside of one store I saw a road leading up a hill and decided to follow it. The further I went the more dilapidated the road became. When I got to the top I found what seemed to be an old, abandoned psychiatric hospital.
I went in exploring, and it was pretty creepy. Many bloodstained hand prints on the walls, puddles of dried blood on dirty, mangy mattresses, and a dessicated, severed hand dropped on top of a Monopoly game! Ouch!
From the main entrance I had worked my way up; after reaching the roof I went back down to the ground floor. I started looking around for stairs down to the basement, but then came to my senses and left. It's probably a good thing I did, too, because in the woods near the base of the hill I saw this:
I was lucky to get out of there with my skin! With my skull, too! Boy I tell ya, a trip to the corner store ain't what it used to be!