My first attempt at a short story .. Help me with the title!

"I entered the house through the creaking door. They said that it was going to be a spooky experience. I bet it was. My footsteps were the only sound that was heard. The wind whistled in my ears. It was a old, dusty and creepy house. As I stepped forward, dust flew in the air. The old wood below my feet creaked. A random cat from maybe behind the house screamed and my heart skipped a beat. Sweat ran down my face. My torch light flickered. "Dang. Should have charged the batteries." and saying so, the torch blacked out. I stood lone in the dark house. Now, I could even hear my own breathing which got heavier each passing moment. I started walking, taking the support of my surrounding. But where ever I touched, all I found was ugly, sticky spider-webs. I felt disgusted as i shook my hands. As I was, I hit hard something soft ... something flesh! I quickly turned around and no sooner I did, that "thing" ran. I followed him. He kept running and breaking stuff where ever he ran. Who was he? Or it? Human? Or Spirit? Such stupid scary thoughts ran through my head. While I was lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice the wires below my feet and i tripped. I tripped and stumbled into what seemed like falling off a mountain cliff. I was supposed to hit the floor hard and probably die, But instead i kept falling. My heart raced as I fell down the dark void. I couldn't see anything and the wind rushed through my face. All this ... made me faint.
                    I woke up sweating. Bright light hurt my eye. I tried to touch myself, but i couldn't. My hands and legs were cuffed to the bed. Surprised, I looked around. Doctors, patients and the regular screaming and screeching. My doctor came near me to sedate me. I realized. I was back ... back in the Voltas Mental Asylum!"