THE HAUNTED HOSPITAL

Chapter Three: Wrong Rosila

Last night had been weird with Rosila around Mary. Now, it was a new day. Mary felt she had defeated the evil spirit, or so she thought. Though, Rosila was acting weird and strange, nobody noticed.

Before Mary was down, Rosila was down. Even before aunt Lily. One thing Rosila had never done, was to greet aunt Lily, the other was to dare someone. But, she had done it that Saturday morning.

She had greeted aunt Lily and dared someone. Everyone thought she had just taken a sudden change. But, not so for Mary. She knew Rosila was up to something. Since she had known her, she had hated aunt Lily more than they did.

She had sworn never to greet aunt Lily, except when their parents were there. And here she was, greeting aunt Lily. Smiling and doing things she didn't do.

"Hey Mary." Rosila said, smiling happily. Creeping Mary out. That was the last thing Rosila would have done to Mary.

"Down early? New changes. Don't you agree Mary." Aunt Lily burst in.

Mary nodded slowly, all this were creepy. Rosila hardly smiled on a Saturday morning. She hated the chores she always got, taking the trash out.

"I love Saturday mornings!" Rosila shouted, smiling and laughing.

"You do?" Mary choked out.

"Yes, I know I hated it? But I can still...change."

"Wait, what happened to, 'I swear on my life never to love Saturday mornings?" Aunt Lily curiously asked.

Mary gave a little smile, then seized it. Anytime Rosila said things she didn't do, they called her 'miss liar,' but Rosila meant it with her heart. She said it with a decision to say it.

"I love Saturday mornings, I love working."

"Enough of your lies!"

Mary grinned now, Rosila lying was making her go crazy. If she could stop lying. She had to spit her soda. Something was up, it was May not April, 18th not 1st.

"As if." Mary mummered.

"I love working, gimme a chance and I'll show you." Rosila continued, ignoring aunt Lily.

"Working isn't bad at all, taking the trash out, cleaning the gutters and many more. The world knows, I love working."

"Rosila, how come this sudden changes have occurred?"

"I-I put...my heart to it? A-and I love it n-now."

"Really? Before, what was your worst chores?"

"Cleaning the gutters?"

Susan, Jessie and Brenetta gasped as they approached the kitchen. They was silence for two seconds then Susan broke it.

"Is Rosila okay?"

"Someone can change worst chores, okay."

"You hated taking the trash out, like mad." Jessie cut in.

Mary started to think she had taken the wrong Rosila. Rosila had hated taken the trash out since she was born. Breakfast was ready and Mary wasn't spending the rest of her day thinking of Rosila.

She decided to put Rosila aside and enjoy her day. The last time Rosila pranked them, they thought of poor sick Rosila until the special day was over. None of them enjoyed their day.

After breakfast, the girls decided to take a walk to poor, sick Samara's house. It was a totally different way, no way close to the hospital, but somehow, the hospital appeared at their front and it was a dead end.