Why is it much easier to go on outings in a spontaneous manner rather than plan things? I find that it's difficult to follow through with plans. Anyway, it amazing the way boredom leads a person to do irrational, stupid and potentially dangerous things! Tonight, I was foolish enough to walk into the "Pasadena Insane Assylum" grounds. I don't really know the actual name of the area, but according to local stories, that's the name that I was able to derive. Ronnell was the one who had suggested the cursed destination. Don't get me wrong, all the fear that was felt was not his fault. He was not the one insisting that we go into the damned buildings. It was one of his brave, but VERY stupid friend who wanted to see what the whole thing was all about.

EVERYTHING MENTIONED AFTER THIS POINT IS NOT EXAGGERATED:

I have never been scared to be in my own skin. This was a fear greater than those movies and reality shows. This was the real shit. No edits, directors, scrpits, or actors...just me pissing in my pants. Ron's friend was the "tragic hero" that wanted to see what this place had to offer. "What exactly did I see?" you ask. The walls were riddled with "666" and other devil worshiping insignia. One wall said, "Christianity is the greater evil." Another said, "Death to all those who disturb me." There were tattered clothing and old blankets lying everywhere, choking in dust. They seemed as dead as the people who were there before us. I sensed the evil in one of buildings. It seemed like a warning. Then the dumbass (Ron's friend) wanted to go and see for himself. I told him that I felt strong and negative vibes. The feeling told me that we could not trek into this building. His hard-headedness lead us to enter. I was right on the money. The floors were caved in and all that I was able to see was 3 decending floors offering nothing but a cold, unholy darkness. At this point, I wanted to head back before we were seen. "Don't be a pussy!" the moron retorted. "Fuck you! You are what you eat, right? I wanna get the fuck out of here already. No more..." I responded. We toured 3 different buildings. At the end, we searched around for more. We swore we had seen a head that was sitting on some sort of box. We were convinced that it was real hair. It certainly was. They didn't have the balls to approach it any closer but it was certain that it was a wig. We did not want know if the head was actually real. Finally, fear paralyzed the brave and foolish soul. We headed back in relief...and a big hurry. As we returned to the entrance, another group of adventurers wanted to brave the area. They thought that we were some gang that got really pissed off so they went running. We were able to stop them and testified to what we had just experienced. As dumb as this sounds, the group became larger and wanted to go in for a second time, but this time I didn't join the safari of horror. Fortunately, a member from the other group was unwilling to go. So we talked...

Now that I think about it...there was a lot at stake. I risked getting caught for trespassing. I risked my life, because from the looks of the place, it looked like an initiation ground for the local gangs. How stupid was I to get myself into this mess? It's okay, because this entry is evidence that I am okay and still a bit shaken...

Never go to a place where you are unwilling to go...Sleep Tight.