This asylum has always had a missing floor.
The thirteenth.
Every Halloween, the building unlocks the door, and this time, it was my turn for an invite.
I would have turned it down, but I wasn't given a choice.
And when the doors opened, I met a man waiting in the dark.
Pastor Cole. A killer who preached salvation and killed you with a smile.
I've heard a lot of confessions from the dying, but his was different. He didn't want forgiveness. He wanted witnesses.
He said the thirteenth floor was his church--that the voices behind the walls were his congregation.
He said the Matron still keeps his sermons running.
Now the lights hum, the walls breathe, and something keeps whispering my name.
I should've never stepped into that elevator.
The 13th Floor -- every floor has a secret. Only the 13th keeps the dead.
