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.

"She was a pretty girl, big browns eyes, long curly hair, fair skinned, small framed, but she had a fatal end nothing more nothing less." She spoke sternly.

"Well to be exact, she seems to make appearances every once in a while." Zayn added giving out hints.

"You've seen her? Quite a terrifying view isn't it." The old hag replied as she chuckled nervously she could feel ghostly eyes bearing holes at her.

Paranoia seemed to be a daily routine for the old hag, it was odds the few times her eyes didn't meet the dead brown eyes.

Snapping her head up her began inspecting the room looking around for and clue of the Mendoza girl.

"Not much, sometimes it can be quite pleasant." Zayn chuckled.

"What is she after?" Louis asked as he looked at the woman.

"Revenge, she wants to make me feel guilty, When we attacked her we had selfish reasons, I didn't take value in a person’s life, but -but I regret it." The woman's eyes filled with tears as she sniffled.

"It's funny how someone can be so naive, not valuing the gift of life." She chuckled as her eyes glanced around the room.

"If I could go back in time I would have stopped myself and let her be but I guess it’s too late for that, I can only sulk in my guilt and fear." She looked up at the two men their mouth slightly agape as they heard her speak.

"I will forever more be haunted by the demons of my past, I can't run I can't hide, I did this to myself no one else but myself and soon I will fall into my own insanity." she said as she twirled her fingers as her mind filled with thoughts.

Both were left speechless at her words, she seemed to know that her life was not going to get any better and that for her it was over.

"Why did you do it?" Zayn asked as he sat up more placing both his elbows on the table.

"We wanted to scare away the family and buy the large property. Once we did we didn't even last nine months in there before we were plunged into insanity." She chuckled as she shook her head.

"Is that why your husband committed suicide?" Louis asked but the old hag's didn't even hear him,

The woman then recognized the familiar sickly metallic smell of blood.

Her eyes were no longer trained on the two handsome lads in front of her, but better yet a dark figure by the door. Familiar was the view of blood stained clothing she could clearly see the way the figures jaw hung open the sides of the mouth bubbled up and the eye sockets were pushed deep in the skull with the white slightly burnt liquid that ran down the familiar face where the eyes had been burnt with a lighter causing them to melt down and slightly stream the face, open wounds were on full display the skin seemed to have air bubbles underneath with dark thick oozing blood dripping from them, the figure stood with a limp and a loose rope hung from her neck her slightly bloodstained curly hair hung loosely cascading down her back, a dark aurora surrounded her like a plunging darkness, the old lady couldn't help but tremble as she sat in her seat.

"Are you alright?" Zayn asked as he noticed the odd reaction of the lady.

"She's here, she’s here, and she’s here." She began to mutter profoundessly

For a moment Zayn and Louis glanced at each other with questioning looks, was rosy present in the room?

With a quick glance Zayn turned to look behind him, his eyes went over the brunette not noticing her presence alike other times.

"Margaret is she's here isn't she?" Louis asked he was a little stiff afraid of looking behind him to see a horrid sight, because it wasn't normal that someone would act like she did without it being a horrid sight.

The ladies body trembled as she sat in her metal chair.

"She's here she's here." She spoke quickly as she slightly began to rock her body her eyes quickly looked around the room as if the paranoia had over run her senses.

And with a loud screech she yelled the words as she trembled the lads were wide eyed at the woman's reactions they could see her in fear as she trembled.

The metal doors on her side busted open and two bulky men walked in along with a faired hair nurse.

"Sirs I think it’s time for you to leave, we must take Margaret to take her medication." She said as the men held Margaret and rushed her out of the metal doors her screams could be heard echoing through the hall into the room.

Although they were very shocked at the occurrence they nodded as they left, both giving each other a glance as they walked out in silence.

They past the red headed nurse as they walked out of the building, the tension was a bit thick, they really hadn't expected that to happen, but it did seem the old lady indeed had a psychological problem, or was it because there was actually something there?

"Do you think, Rosie, haunt her?" Louis asked as he avoided all eye contact, his voice was in a monotone as he spoke.

"There's a chance of it, who knows." The raven haired lad responded as he took out his keys.

Although both were wide eyes as afraid that wasn't stopping the raven haired lad from slowly falling in love with the haunting ghost of Rosie but in his unknown naive mind, he just cared for her and wanted to help her cross.

But who can fall in love with the dead? For the dead are long gone and can never be with the living.

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Hi lovelies I hope you like the chapter I have had it for a while and I just completed my story back for revenge which I had been working on since two years ago