Don enters the room, mumbling something unintelligible and then drops onto the bed unconscious. They must be really tired.


    I''m not judging, I would be too if I had been walking around for an entire day. Or at least I think I would.


    Earlier in the hospital I had seen something strange.


    When we entered the room that looked like a massacre had taken place, it felt strangely familiar.


    Like someone familiar was there, waiting for me.


    But there wasn''t anyone at all, besides me and Don of course.


    It might have only been a memory.


    But I think I might have been there before.


    A person in a white lab coat appeared before me, invisible to Don, a woman with glasses that my mind called ''sister'' for some reason. Not as in sister of the church, but as in sibling.


    Could it be that like the reverent had said, that I was in fact a ghost, a soul who was still wandering around bound by that book?


    Did I have a sister who used to work at that hospital?


    I remember her smile, one showing both intellect and warmth, though her face is still a mystery to me.


    Her long hair tied back in a ponytail.


    I remember her smile at me, looking down.


    I must have been much smaller back then.


    How much older is or was she?


    I don''t know.


    There''s so much I don''t know.


    I wish I knew, but my head hurts the more I try to think about it.


    It''s strange for me to start hallucinating when I''m awake.


    I mean, have you ever heard of a ghost hallucinating?


    Because I certainly haven''t?


    Ghost stuck in the past or a place in the past, yes certainly. But hallucinating is going a bit far.


    Well it doesn''t matter now anymore, I''m not going back there again.


    There is something else to do right now.


    Something much more important.


    I''ve been trying to hide it from Don.


    But I don''t really trust our keepers.


    Something about them seems suspicious.


    Yet I can''t lay my finger on it. They just are.


    I look at my companion who''s lying in bed.


    I smile at their laziness, something that normally wouldn''t bring anyone joy.


    But they''ve really earned it.


    Traveling alone for so long.


    It must have been difficult...


    "Don, do you mind if I look around for a bit?"


    "No." Don''s answer is short and they turn away from me to continue sleeping, I don''t believe they will remember me ever asking.


    I know that it might be mean to look around this place without anyone else approving of it, but there are some things I really want to check out.


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    Something about this place just feels too good to be true for Don and I can''t forget what they told me earlier. About there possibly being a basement.


    I take back my hand as it automatically reaches for the doorknob.


    Damn, why do I still keep forgetting?


    I phase through the old wall, something I''m somehow a little bit embarrassed about even though there is no one that can see me.


    On my way down I don''t find any of the nuns, they must have gone of to bed as well. I mean I hope so...


    I look towards a small door in the big hallway.


    Don told me that they saw the girl being dragged away while walking back from the dining hall, so this must be it.


    Carefully I walk through it and am greeted by complete darkness.


    I can only see things when I hold my arms or legs close enough to them, thanks to the little bit of glow coming from my body.


    Before me there seems to be a long staircase going down, going in circles.


    For a moment I hesitate, but then make my decision. I need to know the truth.


    I walk down the spiralling staircase, slowly further and further.


    I wonder if I can fall and hurt myself, because I''m pretty scared I will.


    Though I guess the weak light coming from my hands is the bare minimum, causing me to see at least some things.


    I really hope no one is able to see me, it would cause Don needless trouble.


    When I finally reach the bottom I find another door, one looking in a rather bad condition.


    I walk through it and find the girl who had been told to be ''sick''.


    I''m shocked when I see the state of the girl.


    She''s been chained up and her mouth is covered with a dirty piece of cloth.


    Is she being held captive here? Because it sure as hell looks like it.


    The cold floor has seemingly turned her skin grey, making her seem almost as if she''s a statue instead of a human. Her nails have turned blue due to the cold.


    Only one small candle close to her flickers, but the light of it is a cold and detestable one.


    Seeming only to be there to taunt her.


    Silently she sits on the floor, kneeling before the door.


    Jeez, who would do something like that to someone?


    As I look closer, I find out that she seems to be hurt as well.


    "Who did this to you?" I ask, expecting her to not hear me at all.


    Suddenly she moves her head, just a little. But it''s enough to startle me.


    Her body twitches in a strange manner and she turns her head upwards in a way that causes her gag to slowly slide down.


    I can see an ice cold tear glide slowly down her pale cheek.


    "Hello...?" She asks, shivering, as I can see little clouds coming out of her mouth.


    She must be really cold.


    I look behind me, but there is nothing.


    "Can you see me?" I ask.


    The girl shakes her head slowly.


    "Then you can hear me, right?"


    "Yes...?"


    "What''s your name?"


    "My name is Sara."


    "Okay, why are you here?"


    "Are you their God?" The manner in which she asks sounds almost as if she''s spitting in anger.


    I shake my head: "No, absolutely not."


    "Good, then I won''t tell you to go fuck yourself."


    I sigh, I guess Don is not the only foul mouthed survivor.


    "Thanks..."


    "So, you''re asking me why I''m here?"


    "Yes."


    "They fucking attacked! They locked me up for some strange reason."


    "Strange reason?"


    The girl spits: "Well, give me your name first. And what the hell you are. Then I will give you more information, or get me out of here."


    "My name is Quiller, I''m... somewhat of a ghost."


    "So you can''t get me out of here?"


    "Well, I can at least try."


    "I was traveling around when they caught me, I was in need of a place to sleep." she starts telling me as I try my hardest to unfasten the chains.


    The memory seems to have been one rather frightening.


    "Their damn religion..."


    "What about their religion?"


    "Who gives a damn, get me out of here first."


    I sigh again, do I really need to be ordered to do something again and again?


    Still part of me feels for this person, she''s hurt badly, cold and in need of help.


    "Ghost! Are you still going to do something or not?"


    I feel annoyed at the way she calls me out.


    "Fine." I sneer back at her.


    For some reason she giggles: "I guess for a ghost you have quite a lot of emotions. Tell me, are you the ghost of a human or one of those freaks?"


    "I''m..." I hesitate and then decide to tell her a lie, it''s easier then telling the truth after all: "A human."


    "So, how did you die?"


    "Isn''t there a rule against asking a ghost that question in particular?"


    She laughs softly: "Dude, you''re way too chill to be some normal sheet."


    "Let''s just... try to get you out of here..." I mumble feeling slightly angry, but trying to suppress it.


    As we get out I try to guide her to take a save route, but instead she starts running towards the first nun we encounter. The head-sister at that, the one we spoke to. I forgot her name.


    Why do they walk around so late at night though?


    To protect this place?


    Unarmed?


    I thought they had all gone to bed...


    "You goddamn bitch!!!" Sara yells.


    "Sara! Don''t yell, you''ll wake everyone up. All of them at that." I whisper-scream to her, but my words don''t reach her ears.


    She attacks the sister like a wild animal.


    I feel a sense of guilt for helping her escape.


    I try to get her away from the sister, but I phase through like I normally do. Unable to move her in the slightest.


    "I''m going to kill you all!!"


    More sisters appear.


    They''ve come so silently, I didn''t even hear the steps they normally make.


    Almost like ghosts themselves they seem to have come here.


    Then I notice that they''re all here.


    I look around, but don''t see Don.


    Thank god! I think to myself.


    Then I notice all the nuns moving strangely as well.


    "Hey, ghost! I told you they were fake!" Sara calls out to me as she rips the head of one of the sisters with bare hands.


    The sister''s face looks terrified as it hangs down.


    Something drips from the neck down to the floor, I can see small threads hanging out of the neck, some of them making small sparks.


    The fluid dripping on the floor isn''t human blood. I wonder where she got the strenght to do that from. I don''t believe Don would be able to.


    "They''re fucking machines! Fucking zombies! Every. Last. One. Of. Them!"


    "Shit..." I can hear myself say.


    I need to warn Don! And I need to go now!


    I turn around and start running.


    Sara calls out behind me, though I''m not sure if it''s to me or spitting insults at the sisters.