Short campfire stories

The asylum

I live across the street of an old insane asylum that closed down almost 50 year ago. At night some times you can hear the screams of the patients. On the night the the hospital turned 50 years old I woke up in a strange room to a girl screaming and banning up against the wall. A nurse walked in and asked me if I wanted to go to therapy now. That's right. I died in the asylum and my family lived across the street and my spirt is here now and I will live a happy and sane life.