Todos os capítulos de Eternal Asylum: A Psychological Horror Romance: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

PROLOGUEEliasI didn’t believe in ghosts.Not at first.The asylum was supposed to be just another haunted building, another location on my endless hunt for truth.I’d exposed so many false claims—charlatans, creaky old houses with faulty wiring, overactive imaginations.This place was no different.Or so I thought.But the moment I stepped inside, I felt it.A heaviness.The kind that wraps around your chest, squeezes until every breath feels wrong.The air was cold, colder than it should’ve been, and there was this... hum, like the walls themselves were alive, breathing along with me.It was unsettling, but I pushed the feeling aside.Just my nerves.Just the weight of the stories I’d read, the things I’d heard.Then came the whispers.At first, I thought it was the wind, moving through the shattered windows and long, empty halls.But no, they were too deliberate.Too real.They echoed in my ears, soft, sultry, like they were trying to pull me deeper into the darkness.I shrugged m

It was ridiculous, but the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end anyway.My fingers tightened around the handle of my equipment case, and I shook off the unease creeping up my spine.“This place is no different,” I muttered to myself, slamming the van door shut. “Just another job.”The crunch of gravel beneath my boots echoed through the night as I made my way toward the entrance.My flashlight barely cut through the thick mist, casting long, eerie shadows that danced along the cracked walls.I kept telling myself I didn’t believe in ghosts, but there was something about this place—something that made my skin crawl.I could hear it now, the whispers.The same kind of whispers I’d heard in every other so-called haunted site I’d investigated.Wind, the creaks of an old building settling, nothing more.And yet, my heart pounded in my chest, each step feeling heavier than the last.I reached the entrance, and the door groaned as I pushed it open.The sound echoed through the decaying

That was until I heard the first whisper.At first, I thought it was my mind playing tricks on me.Isolation and the dark tend to stir the imagination, conjuring sounds out of nowhere.I stopped, holding my breath, listening intently to the dead air, waiting for any sign of life."Elias..."The whisper was soft, intimate, like a lover’s breath against the back of my neck.I turned sharply, my heart hammering in my chest.My flashlight darted across the room, but there was nothing there.Just the emptiness and the peeling walls staring back at me.My rational mind dismissed it as a trick of the wind, perhaps the faint echo of my own thoughts.But there was something about the way my name was spoken—like it wasn’t just a sound, but a call.A beckoning.As I moved deeper into the asylum, the shadows in the corners of my vision began to shift, almost imperceptibly.I blinked, my eyes straining to adjust, but every time I looked directly, the movement was gone.It was as if the darkness it

Pain shot through me, but it only heightened the sensation, twisted it into something I craved.Her breath was everywhere, cold and suffocating.My body arched involuntarily, giving in to her.I felt her lips on my chest, her nails scraping down my sides, drawing thin lines of blood.And then—something changed.Her face, once alluring, twisted into something more monstrous.Her eyes darkened, her smile warping into something predatory.But by then, it was too late.She bit down, her teeth sinking into my flesh.A scream ripped from my throat, but it was swallowed by the darkness surrounding us.My body jerked in agony, but the pain only fueled the desire.It was an endless cycle—pleasure, pain, pleasure, pain.I was lost, trapped in her web.When I woke, I was drenched in sweat, gasping for breath.The room was dark, the shadows more oppressive than before.My body ached, my skin stinging with the lingering sensation of her touch.I sat up, heart pounding, and that’s when I noticed it

A knot twisted in my stomach.The thought of her suffering, of the pain she endured, sparked an insatiable urge to know more.I had to uncover the truth about her death, about what had happened to her after she left this world.I was drawn to her like a moth to a flame, her tragic tale igniting a sense of responsibility within me.I felt an overwhelming need to help her, to give her the voice that had been stripped away.But as I continued to read, a darkness began to creep in around the edges of my mind.This place was haunted, not just by Nina’s spirit, but by the echoes of every tortured soul that had passed through its doors.I could feel it—an oppressive weight in the air, a sense of being watched, as if the asylum itself was alive, breathing in sync with my growing obsession.Every flicker of movement out of the corner of my eye sent my heart racing.The shadows felt thicker, darker, swirling around me like a thick fog.I glanced over my shoulder, expecting to see someone lurkin