Ghost (One Direction )

Chapter Eight

Third person pov

"Are you sure about this?" The feathered haired boy asked as he glanced at his band mate Zayn.

The two young adolescents entered the thick well secured doors of the asylum, occasionally glancing around making sure they weren't being followed my any media or one of their beloved fans.

“Yes, I told you I want to learn more about this whole 'Ghost' situation and what better way than asking Margaret herself, the so called sadistic killer of Rosie." He replied stubbornly as they made their way to the front desk.

"Fine but if anything happens I'm blaming you, I just think that maybe we are getting to involved in this whole situation." Louis Grumbled as Zayn began to speak to the nurse in the front desk.

"Excuse me m'am may we speak to Margaret-"

"You mean the crazy old hag? Why would you possibly want to speak with her?" The red-head nurse rudely interrupted before he could even say the last name.

"Well I purchased the home she used to own and I had some questions I'd like to ask her." He tried to reply nicely, the red-heads blue eyes darted up as she lightly looked him up and down.

"So you’re the owner of that suppose haunted place, hmm, she really hasn't had visitors in a long time, and some human interaction could do her some good." She muttered the last part.

"So I guess I could let you see her, just sign your name in the visitor list right here and head to the glass visitor room." She said as she simply placed a clipboard with almost all empty lines.

The paper not only had just a few names but they dated back to a few months simply proving hardly anyone visited the people in the hospital.

"A-alright." He grumbled at her rude yet snarky attitude, whilst she simply ignored his comment and went back to reading her magazine.

"Sign your name too Lou." He said as he handed his friend the clipboard.

Louis quickly wrote his name before returning it to the desk as they both walked off.

The middle-aged red-headed picked up the phone as she began to call someone in her walkie talkie.

Both of the young lads walked toward the door where a bulky security worker stood.

The heavy door opened there was a metal table that had metal bars that separated them from the inmate.

Another door on the opposite side opened to reveal an older lady her blonde hair had an almost white tint to it.

"Hello." Zayn spoke politely.

She gave him a weak smile. "Why hello." She replied

"We just uh want to ask some questions." The feather haired lad said for a moment he was puzzled, this lady looked harmless yet was categorized as a vicious killer, made him notice that looks could be deceiving.

"Well speak up then." She sat back on her chair.

"It's about, the house you used to own." Zayn spoke softly.

The woman's face went pale; she turned away as she averted her gaze.

"Rosie, we have heard that you see uh her ghost." He asked cautiously.

"You want to know if I'm insane don't you just like everyone else don't you." She growled as she looked at the two lads.

"No, no, we want to know, because we bought the house and strange things, seem, to happen." Zayn explained not clearly stating that they saw her.