Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #16 July 2015 | Page 25

ing institutional grey paint. Riotous weeds grew along
the base of the walls, climbing up them like sickly
green worms. The main entrance was boarded and
padlocked shut. Someone had spray-painted in red
“Welcome 2 Hell” across the rusting metal doors.

“Doesn’t sound too bad,” Jessica said, a quaver of doubt in her voice.
“Really? Sounds pretty fucked up to me and
I’ve been doing this for years.”
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Jessica stared up at the dilapidated main
building of the now defunct Passenchelle Institute.
The windows, empty except for a few jagged shards
of broken glass, looked like gaping mouths. The walls,
where they weren’t bare brick, were covered in peel-

“Okay, this place I can see being haunted,” she
muttered. She gave a little start when Stewart tapped
her shoulder.
“Hey, this would be a good place for the intro.”
ute.”

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Jessica nodded. “Right. Just give me a min-