We slipped under the fence under the cover of night; only the moon lit our way behind the old hospital, which made it difficult to sprint. The asylum towered up like a monstrous and shadowy beast, and we slipped into a deep black corner, away from eyes of the police patrol. We step into the old violent ward; bright, peeling colors flashed in front of my eyes as I kept the flashlight low to avoid giving us away. Once the sun rose and bathed the crumbling scenes in natural light, I wanted to stay inside for days.