Mason shifted hie legs away fro the driver's side and let out a playful huff. "I'm sure you are." He knew better, but didn't want to push it farther than that. He rested his head back and closed his eyes for a while, hoping to ease his mind off what they were about to do, if only for a moment. 

A cold chill ran down his spine. Mason sat up from his reclined position and looked out in front of him. The asylum stared back at the two amateur filmmakers, it's worn and crumbling exterior almost challenging their suppressed fears. he pulled his legs back and set them on he ground, returning the back of the seat to his upright position. The asylum was truly the stuff of nightmares, but almost comically so. As they neared the entrance the reality of it all started to loom over him. It felt like a scene from a 90s children's cartoon. "That it?" he asked, breaking the silence. It was a stupid question with an obvious answer. The idea sounded a lot better in theory, but now that they were actually there, only a few feet away from the property, Mason felt his palms sweat as the anxiety rose.

He shook his head, hoping to rid himself of doubtful thoughts. He rolled down the window and peered hiss head out, letting the soft night breeze calm his nerves. He pointed to the side of the asylum, outside the iron gates. "Park us right there," he told her. "We need to get the car out of sight in case anyone makes patrol around here." He reached over to the back seat and pulled his bag to his lap.