The Hollow Girl of Ravenwood Asylum

The Hollow Girl of Raven wood Asylum

Raven wood Asylum had always been a place of nightmares. Perched on the edge of a crumbling cliff, its jagged silhouette loomed over the town like a vulture waiting to feast. The asylum had been abandoned for over fifty years, but the stories about it never faded. Locals whispered of screams echoing from its empty halls, of shadowy figures peering from its broken windows, and of the Hollow Girl—a ghostly figure said to wander the asylum’s corridors, her face forever hidden behind a veil of darkness.

Most people avoided Raven wood, but not Claire. A freelance photographer with a fascination for the macabre, she had spent years documenting haunted locations. Raven wood was her white whale, and she was determined to capture its secrets.

The First Night

Claire arrived at the asylum just as the sun dipped below the horizon. The air was thick with the scent of decay, and the wind carried a faint, mournful wail. She set up her equipment in the asylum’s entrance hall, her flashlight casting long, trembling shadows on the peeling walls.

The initial hours were tame and calm. Claire took exquisite pictures of the dilapidated aspects of the asylum’s architecture—the iron gates, the empty stained-glass windows, the numerous vacant patient rooms. But with the coming of midnight, things began to change.

Out of nowhere, the temperature lowered and her breathing was now visible in the chill. The flashlight that she brought with her began to flicker as a rhythmic tapping began that sounded like footsteps coming from the hallway. Slowly, Claire felt frozen in place as her heart pounded in anxiety. As her heartbeat quickened, she began to aim her camera in the direction of the sound.

Her camera lens captured the view of the corridor and everything began to shift.

With her eyes fixated on the figure of the hollow girl, Claire lost her breath. Long slender limbs sat at the end of the corridor masked with a tattered brown cloth. Dim light struggled to illuminate the area as her form was nearly non-identifiable. Her skin was an organ white shade while her tightly clenched bones were painted with a deep blue. As Claire tried to grasp what was happening, she managed to catch a glimpse of her face which was unidentifiable. With the final glimpse, the camera flash snapped. What she first thought was her face was a shadow mask that was absorbing cerulean aura of Claire's soul.

Of coarse, she felt the urge to take a snapshot. The wide opened corridor shrouded in darkness was now being lit by burst of flames from the camera while Claire was frozen in position. The mischievous girl who haunted her was absent when the light dimmed.

The Walls That Whispered

Claire possessing remnants of uncertainty became more focused into completing her exploration. The dreadful strength of curiosity compelled Claire towards the ominously sounding basement as she took step after step, the local citizens warm telling her to stop. With each step the air felt thicker, while the walls appeared to be shrinking in on her.

She noticed a small, rusted door in the basement. It creaked open faintly and it led to a concealed room whose walls were marked with bizarre symbols and faded images of patients. In the middle of the room, there was a chair with dark, leathery stains on the straps.

Claire’s attention shifted to the new room while she studied it and was able to hear whispers. The whispers were fairly quiet, almost like there were falling leaves nearby. To her dismay, it soon escalated to being more aggressive and much louder.

“You should stay with us.”

“You've taken your rightful position.”

“You cannot go.”

Surrounding her without any visual source were voices saying things that repeat within her head like a broken record. Realizing what was going on, Claire dropped her camera and took a step back. She made an attempt to exit the room, but much to her dismay, the door slamming shut made her a prisoner to the room.

The Hollow Girl's Gaze

The room's temperature turned colder, causing rooms whispers around her to become deafening. It became an uncomfortable sensation. Out of nowhere, Claire’s flashlight turned off, causing her to be enveloped in darkness. Feeling around for her phone, she used its weak light, which was only able to reveal parts of the room.

This is when Claire noticed her.

As Claire stood still, with her phone's light barely revealing the room, The Hollow Girl was standing in the corner, facing away from her. In an astonishing event, Claire was presented with a bizarre experience. Instead of whispers, an unsettling silence blanketed the atmosphere. Seeing such a sight made Claire want to scream for help, but her mouth produced no sound.

The girl advanced towards him with a nightmare-like sequence of movements. Claire brought the device up, and light fell on the figure. For an instant, the shadows receded, and a glimpse of the girl’s face was available.

It was Claire’s face.

The last image

After some weeks Lorraine filed a missing person case, and search parties were organized. They meticulously searched the asylum but were left empty-handed, apart from her camera, which was discovered within the secret chamber. Enough time has passed since Charlotte and Claire have not returned.

The final image on the camera was taken at the same location and shows Claire in the chair frozen with panic, the reflection of the Hollow Girl, her ghostly arms had formed around Claire’s head and her shoulders.

They have said the asylum has been out of bounds ever since, though, as with all such places, tales surrounding it do not end there. The ominous woman holding a camera, that the villagers claim to see wandering the cliffs close to Raven wood, is said to have a empty face.

And, at the dead of night, if you turn your ears towards nature, the silence might be filled with faint sounds pulling you to become one of them.

The Hollow Girl of Ravenwood Asylum