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Part One

All places in this fic are purely imaginary, and if they are, they are not a reflection of the real place. This is a short one-shot I had an idea of inspired by Supernatural's episode in Season 1 named "Asylum." Thanks so much for reading, leave some feedback please! xx

“C’mon Lou, it’s not that hard to jump the fence.”

“Yeah, yeah, my legs are just damn short,” Louis grumbles, toppling over the edge of the fence and onto the sidewalk on the other side. He looks up at the building before them. The Holmes Chapel Hospital, falling down in all its years of abandonment. The paint was chipped, the windows were cracked and glass littered the sidewalk, and graffiti decorated the walls that weren't falling apart.

Zayn begins walking forward, his gym bag stuffed with spray paint cans slung over his shoulder. "C'mon, let's get in," he calls behind him.

Louis follows after him, picking the lock on the door and walking in. Zayn shuts the door behind him as a chill travels down his spine. "Right, so, let's try and avoid the North Wing. I heard some pretty wicked shit happens down there," he says.

Zayn shrugs and passes through the South Wing double doors. "Scared? C'mon." He flicks on both of their flashlights, handing one to Louis, and they begin walking down to corridor.

The rooms on either sides of them have small, cut-in windows that give a perfect view of the rooms. Hospital bed frames, rocking chairs, children's toys, and everything thought of liter the floors. Louis swallows thickly and looks ahead.

"Here we go! Looks like the least artistic," Zayn says, turning into a room. He throws the bag down and sighs, moving under the window.

From somewhere else in the hospital, a door slams.

Zayn's head whips around, and he turns his flashlight towards the door. "I'm gonna go check it out," he mutters.

"Seriously, don't. That sounded like it was coming from the North Wing."

"Stay here, watch our stuff."

With that, he leaves the room, leaving Louis looking out the window into the sunlight. He sighs and starts shuffling around in the bag, deciding on which colour to use.

Zayn screams. Louis straightens up, listening to the droning silence. Zayn was a tough guy; spirits couldn't take him down. Zayn was a jokester. If anything, Zayn was definitely not dead. The place wasn't haunted.

"Not funny Malik!" Louis yells, straining to hear a reply. The silence rages on, and he sucks in a breath. He turns to the spot of wall under the window and looks down at it.

"I don't think he's hurt."

Louis whips around, his eyes catching on a shadow, hidden in the darkness. His eyes widen and his breath catches in his throat.

A figure steps out from the gloom. Tall, curly-haired, green eyes pointed down in a mysterious glare. Immediately, Louis presses himself against the nearest wall, crying out everything he can make sense of.

"Oh, god no! Are you a ghost, please don't hurt me," Louis whimpers, gasping and grasping at the wall behind him.

The figure laughs. He's wearing a white tank top, revealing his arms, etched with so many tattoos that he could be mistaken for a children's colouring book. His lips pull up into a friendly smile, and he laughs.

"No, I'm Harry. I'm solid and very much a sane and alive person."

Louis relaxes a little bit, but he still finds himself uneasy and his voice comes out mixed with air. "You- you scared the hell out of me... why the hell are you here?" He chokes, his fingers flicking at the peeling paint on the wall.

Harry shrugs, looking up at the walls around him. While his eyes aren't pointed at Louis, Louis looks him up and down. He's quite well dressed for an insane teenage boy. His legs are constrained in tight black jeans, his feet protected by worn-out brown boots.

"I like it here," Harry says quietly. "So many insane people. Children, women, men, the elderly... they have interesting stories."

Louis presses himself back against the wall. Harry's insane, talking shit, probably a ghost lying straight to his face before he presses a knife against his neck. He wishes the wall were further back, or he hadn't pressed himself against it in the first place. Now, the distance between them is suffocating; and it's well over ten feet.

Louis decides to play it cool. Telling a ghost they're insane just might cut his life an extra ten minutes short. “Okay, but why are you here right now and why are you talking to me, specifically? Why not just hide out? I could report you to the police if I wanted to. Trespassing.”

"And you would be in the same boat. I'm always here."

From the other wing in the hospital, Zayn yells again. Louis runs past Harry and out the door, looking down the hall, his flashlight disposed of somewhere on the floor due to its lack of purpose. He swallows thickly, not seeing Zayn anywhere. The prick, scaring him like that.

Louis turns back around, expecting Harry to be right there, but he's gone. He's not even hidden away in the shadows, not standing in any of the rooms around him. "Hello?" Louis whispers. "Where the hell are you?"

The room only stays silent for a few minutes, before there's footsteps and then laughter. He feels Zayn punch is arm, and he turns around to face him coldly. He walks back into the room, Zayn on his heels.

"I got you good," Zayn wheezes, slapping his knee. "I'm kidding bro. I'm fine. One of the rooms down there has an electrocution chair, it's fucking creepy. By the way, who the hell were you talking to?"

Louis looks around the room one more time, and then furrows his eyebrows. He lets his hand come up to cradle one of his elbows, and he shrugs. "He was just here..." he murmurs. "I was talking to him. He's not a ghost either. He was just... here."

Zayn raises an eyebrow and huffs. He reaches into the bag and throws Louis a can, which he catches successfully. "Whatever man. Let's paint it and leave, the place is kind of creepy."

Louis gulps and lowers himself onto one knee, painting a black line across the wall. He looks behind him, and then back to the graffiti. He paints in big, fat, blue letters, Westside and then throws the can in the bag, all the while making sure Harry's not anywhere near him.