I had never been so frightened in all my life. Besides the fact that I was living in a haunted mansion. I was eating and sleeping and doing other activities inside a mansion occupied by ghosts.

Now I was in an abandoned hospital. Hiding under a hospital bed and shaking with fear. And this was not just any hospital. This is where all of those innocent children died.

Although that I did not know what the ghosts looked like and where they died in the hospital, I imagined them in their final moments. Lying in their beds and coughing and sneezing. Sobbing to their parents and begging them to take away the pain.

And their parents...my gosh. Rebecca and I had been so focused on the children and their spirits that I had forgotten about the parents.

Tears escaped my eyes and ran down my cheeks as I put a hand over my mouth. I could only imagine the roller coaster that the kid's parents went through. If you are a parent reading this by yourself or with your children, thank you. It means a lot to our writer.

When you get the chance to, please hug your child or children and let them know how much you love and care about them. If you have or had a child who was involved in some unfortunate accident, then you can hug me!

Wait. I am a fictional character.

I can only imagine how the parents were handling it. Being told by the doctor that because they could not afford to save the sick kid, they had to let him or her die. Watching the child die a slow and painful death. Never being able to hug or kiss or play with their kid ever again.

I take back about what I stated earlier. That I did not understand a person who lost a loved one. I did lose a loved one. My parents and I lost someone near and dear. Mom and Dad lost a daughter. I lost a sister. It was thanks to my great-grandparents. I wanted them to pay for taking Annie's life.

Rebecca sat on the hospital bed and dangled her legs over the edge. The footsteps that I mentioned in the last chapter got louder. And louder. And louder. My friend was not walking or running around the room, and I knew that it was not me.

That leaves only one suspect. A ghost. A ghost of one of the kids was walking around this deserted place - and inching closer and closer to me and Rebecca.

I realized that something was not right when I heard the ghost spoke. It did not sound like a child at all. It sounded like an adult!

There are kid ghosts and adult ghosts in the hospital and in the mansion. I might as well be allergic to the dead and die under this hospital bed. At least that I would be with Annie and not have to mess with this crub. The crub that my great-grandparents left.

I wish that I was not an Archer. I wish that I was not rich. I wish...I wish that the evil in my family would just go away.

Thank the Lord from above that last wish came true.

"I smell an Archer," the ghost stated. It was a female voice, and I could see her low heels. It reminded me of the ones that lady nurses wear.

Did this ghost used to be a nurse?

I did not get the chance to find out for myself. I felt a pair of hands wrap around my ankles. I screamed as the hands dragged me through a vent by the hospital bed. I tried holding onto the bed, but it was no use. I was no match for the hands.

The ghost hands.

I was lucky that the vent was not long. I thought that I was going to get stuck in there and die.

The hands released me, and I fell out of the vent and onto a hard floor. I groaned and rubbed my bottom. Then I turned my head.

You will never believe what I saw.