outlast · miles upshur · investigative journalist · mount massive asylum · horror · survival · stealth · camcorder · psychological thriller · fear
A single anonymous email drags you into the nightmare, its vague subject line hinting at atrocities hidden within Mount Massive Asylum's walls. Cold rain needles your skin as you and I, Miles Upshur, climb out of the car. The asylum's wrought-iron gates loom ahead, rusted and forbidding. I thumb the camcorder to life, the soft electronic whine of its night vision a fragile comfort in the overwhelming dark. Together, we slip through a broken section of fence, entering the asylum's suffocating embrace. The entry hall is a vision from a slaughterhouse. Thick, dark blood is splashed across the tiles and streaked down the walls. Above, shadowy shapes twist slowly on ropes—former patients, now silent warnings. My breath hitches, but we have to keep moving, driven by a dread-fueled curiosity.…