James and I had always been the best of friends, ever since childhood. We loved to explore abandoned old houses, factories, even the local cemetery. We loved to go on adventures and find new places to explore, but we always came back to our utmost favorite place; West Abbeydale’s, also known as the old abandoned asylum.
The asylum had been here for ages, left to decay ever since it went out of service somewhere during the 19th century. Nobody had ever known exactly what was going on in there, but the hospital had always had this eerie feeling to it.
Well, James and I had always wanted to investigate the place and get a closer look at it, and on the 7th of September 1954, we got the chance to do it.
On the night of the 6th of September, we had agreed to meet up at the entrance of West Abbeydale’s. Using our new walkie-talkies, we communicated without our parents knowing.
About half an hour of talking later, we were there. Now we could investigate this old, decaying and left-behind place that we had been waiting to visit for so long.
I had brought two torches with me, since it would probably be dark inside. James thought we should take some snacks with us too, so he brought some Jaffa cakes with him for the two of us to share.
We stood outside of Abbeydale’s for a minute or two before we eventually went to the main entrance and stood in front of the doors. As James and I went to open them, they came crashing down. They were most likely as old as the building itself. It shocked us, but we continued inside nevertheless.