I carefully walked down the abandoned hallways of a beaten down mental hospital. I was sent here to talk to the " ghosts " that linger around here. My mother's friend, Mrs. Hallaway, had told me her daughter was sent here because she was hearing voices, but no one would listen when poor Ambrosia said her voices had a bad feeling about this place and ended up dead just a few weeks after her arrival.
A man confronted me and concluded that when his son Jericho was sent here, he faced the same fate. All this built up my interest, I just had to investigate.
I was your ordinary 17 year old girl, wavy hair that was brown at the top and faded to blonde towards the bottom, pretty purple eyes and was 4'11". There was just two things about me that was out of the ordinary, my name Max, and I could talk to ghosts. But it's no biggie.
I shined my flashlight at the room numbers.. 207, 209, 211.. I rounded the corner to find just what I needed, 213. I have heard that this used to be Ambrosia's room. Rumor has it she was suffocated with a pillow over her face by a nurse. Next to that room, you have Escott Smith's room, and after that, Jericho's.
I was about to push open the door to Ambrosia's room when a random gust of wind blew my flashlight out of my grip and further down the hallway until the light was no longer visible. A slight chill ran down my spine, but I wasn't going back now.
" Help us... " A small whisper tickled my ear. I spun around to find three ghost standing before me.
"Wh-who are you?" I started backing up slowly. "What do you want?"
"We want revenge upon this prison." A guy ghost with fade purple pinkish hair pointed to the room of Escott's. His face seemed familiar, all their faces did. Maybe from a newspaper or something..? Then it struck me, these ghost were Ambrosia, Escott, and Jericho. How did I not realize this?
I pushed open the door. Creeaaakk.. I cautiously flipped the light switch. Shockingly, the lights slowly flickered on until they got enough energy to stay lit. With the three ghosts following in my shadow, I walked to the center to get a clear view of everything.
The once white walls have aged into rusty looking ones. Cracks reached down to the floor. The tiles on the floor were also cracked in some areas but had managed to keep their color. But, the bed was neatly made as if someone had fixed it for another patient.
"This is my room.. I thought I could be safe here, away from the heartless monsters. I was wrong." Escott floated his way down onto the bed. He seemed trapped, as if he would never be free from here even if he was dead. "I hung myself, 'cause I couldn't take this anymore."
As the depressing moment flew by, we walked out of the room. Now standing in the middle of the hallway, I set my eyes on all of their rooms. Now that these ghosts touched my soft side, all I could do was help. I closed my eyes. Something didn't seem right.
I heard steps from the dark depths of the hallway. I wanted to hide but my body wouldn't let me move. With another gust of wind, the ghost were gone, how dare they leave me?
Two nurses came prowling out of the shadows, one hold a syringe with a turquoise looking liquid and the other holding a straight jacket. As they came into the light, they were drenched in blood.
"We've been expecting you Max." the one nurse with midnight black hair pulled a wide smile over her face, revealing a mouth full of bloody, razor sharp teeth.
How could she possibly know my name? I started panicking, was I going to have the same fate as Ambrosia, Jericho, and Escott?
"My name is Dr. Elizabeth Krazy, I will be your doctor." The other one with baby blue hair hissed. The two of them towered over me as I fell backwards to the floor. I wasn't giving up yet, so I started squirming backwards. By now, I thought the tables would have turned, but these nurses were still approaching me. I raised my arm in front of my face, big mistake. The nurse with the syringe thrusted the needle deep into my arm. With one little push, every thing became fuzzy and the only thing I could hear was, "join us."
