Echoes of the Asylum

Lightning struck the old asylum exactly at midnight. The power died. Then I heard it—footsteps

on the floor above me. Impossible. I was on the top floor.

The ceiling creaked as something heavy dragged across. My flashlight flickered. In that split second

of darkness, I felt breath on my neck. When the light returned, wet footprints led

from where I stood to the window. They were my shoe size. I looked down.

My feet were soaked. I don't remember walking anywhere.