3rd person POV

The small elder lady continued to mutter under her breath.

"She's here, don't let her take me."

"Margaret please calm down she won't hurt you."The nurse responded as she lead the elder lady through the asylum halls.

Every door they went past at the window stood the girl her brown blood stained curls cascading down her back her torn up hoodie and her bruises and beaten face.

"Please don't leave me with her please." the lady cried out.

Meanwhile the girl she watched the lady curiously, why did she hate her so much why did she want to kill her with the same methods she died.

Now some may wonder if the girl recognized her killer.

The answer was no, slowly but surely the ghosts mind was beginning to forget her family her past and her death.

Like a fading dream she was fading from the world and slowly crossing over.

Everyday the elders lady death date approached the ghost would fade and fade.

"Please."the old hag cried out again.

"Mrs.Margaret please stop."the nurse forcefully shoved the what people assumed was a crazy old woman, into a room

Tears ran down the lady's wrinkled cheeks as she slid down the door.

Her eyes were trained on the dead girl before her the girl she stole a life from the girl that had been haunting her since she moved into the house she killed her in.

"Leave me alone, I've already apologized."she cried out to the girl.

'What did she apologize for?' the girl wondered as she glanced at the lady.

She approached her slowly anger boiled under her skin as she approached the elder woman.

Her skin began to rot and her body slowly became deformed.

"Leave me please I'm sorry spare me."the elder woman screeched pounding on the door.

"Help! Help! Help !"she cried out.

In a instant the girl left the room disappearing back into the wall.

She didn't understand her hate and why she did it.

In a brief moment the girl faded from the mental asylum and back to her home.

Sitting on her bed she looked up at the hanging rope brief flashbacks made her close her brown eyes as her expression turned sour as she remembered the bitter memories.

"Rosie?" the girl turned to see Zayn standing behind her.

During the stay of the lads in the so called haunted house the two had grown close the ghost girl had developed a attachment to the raven haired lad.

She truly thought he was almost perfect the closest thing to perfect.

His olive like skin, hazel eyes, soft dark black hair, white teeth, lean yet strong body, the way he smelled like a mixture of mint and cigarettes and how he seemed to understand her.

"Hi, Zayn."she smiled putting a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I've got a question what was the name of the ones that, killed you?" the raven haired lad sat at the end of her bed as he asked her.

"Their names, their names are, his name was uh, her name was... I can't, I can't remember ."She grumbled as she was in deep thought.

"How come?"he asked wrapping an arm over he shoulder.

"I don't know, I've been forgetting a lot of things lately." She stammered out not sure of why she suddenly forgot.

"It's alright I bet it's better to forget."he sighed as he looked back at her.

"I suppose your right."she chuckled.

"Now I let's talk about something else, tell me, what's it like touring the world." her eyes flashed of curiosity as she laid down stomach first on the bed both hands under her chin.

"Well, it's amazing how we have so many fans and all they are really supportive."the raven haired lad smiled.

"How is it like traveling the world." her curious browns eyes seemed to watch him intensivley.

"its amazing we get to see so many places and meet so many people its like a dream come true." he said a smile was planted on his face as he spoke his eyes seemed to glim of happiness and passion when he spoke of the fans and what he did and for a moment it made her realize how utterly miserable her existance had been since the day of her death, she truly had nothing to live for nothing to make her smile, a passion or a hobby like she was just there taking up space in this small world living and reliving her grief and depressions with nothing to ever look forward to , they were polar oppisites , he was so full of life and potential whilst her life had been robbed from her and nothing good or productive could ever again come from her, she was a wandering soul lost and unfound unable to realize my purpose in her being she was just there , with no meaning or anything.

These thoughts that merged through her head made her frown slighlty made her a bit angry at him, it wasn't even his fault but just the thought the he could do things that she couldn't made her feel a pang of jealousy.

"I wish you could see how much we do , Its quite impressive how the fans are so passionate and dedicated it sometimes makes me wonder how or why, we are just human just like them we feel we hurt and we go through our own little hell and downfalls but somehow they always seem to idolize us." he sighed slightly frowning looking away from her his eyes wandering on the chipped old walls.

She thought for a moment maybe he was right maybe his life isn't as picture perfect.

"Like what ?" she asked her voice a bit unsteady.

He glanced up at her and let out a sigh. "Yeah its amazing being famous and all but , theres things we can't do anymore like walk out in public with nothing to hide our identities and having to be mobbed, we are always on a tight schedule barely having time to relax , having to have a fake girlfriend just for the public eye, being picture perfect all the time , alot of things to be exact." she glanced at him , maybe he did have struggles like everyone else maybe she's not the only one with a fucked up life.

"at least your alive and not dead thats a good thing." she gave half a smile he looked at me chuckling .

"i guess your right , but what about you being locked up in this house and all what do you go through?" he asked curiously.

"well, I unlike other dead spirts can leave and roam around but eventually I have to get back because my memories , they start to fade and once i look inside the house slowly but surely i begin to rember some things I'd forgotten I guess its like an attachment to the house, I ... I once forgot my name but after returning I rembered it.... its quite odd too they , uh renewed the house whilst i was gone once and well I lost lots of memories then the only place they didn't get to touch is here.... the attic ... and with all the pictures and things I kept ... I manage to rember who I am and what Happened to me on that dreadful day." she sighed fiddling with a strand of her hair.

"really? what about me and the lads , we brought new stuff and rearranged somethings ... did that make you forget things?" zayn asked her

her face scrunched up as her mind raced trying to retrieve the memories of how she felt when they came, the dead girl was having a bit of trouble sorting out her feelings, did she hate them or did she liked them , she like zayn because he kept her company and she liked harry because how nicely he treated louis and how he was always trying to tell jokes and nobody ever got them , louis seemed real nice , niall was this cute little eating irish guy and liam was basically who kept them all in check.

"yes, it did ... but ... I like you guys you're real nice and intresting and keep me very entertained ." she stammered as she spoke .

"then you like all of us , but i hope you don't mind louis and harry being together and all." zayn chuckled as she giggled slightly.

"not at all they seem like a cute couple ." She smiled .

"Do you know anyone named margret."and just as that name left his mouth her calm and sweet nature seemed to disappear , her face hardened and her chest felt as it would cave in with emotion, her blooded seemed to boil and her thoughts were inturrupted by a horrific flash of memories and pain, anguish and hate.

"who told you that name." her once sweet voice seemed rough and demanding.

" I-I did research on the houses history a-and she came up and I-I was wondering-" he noticed the change of moods the hatred in her voice he instanty knew he hit a nerve and that he had messed up pretty badly, at this moment he wished she hadn't heard him or that he could take the words back and swollow them up.

"Don't I just need some, I just need some space." her breathing was heavy and she didn't seem pleased she seemed upset and angry and zayn understood he indeed had read the article ... after almost succeeding in attempting suicide and being put in an aslyum because she claimed that rosie mendoza's ghost was haunting her margret had confessed into killing the young girl and she told the police in how her and her husband tortured the young female.... but what nobody knew was that during the whole confession and all the trial of the mendoza killer .... rosie had been there watching the old hag from the dark shadows during the day and during the night but slowly and surely forgetting what was going on and what had previously happened .

The dead girl had been content with knowing her killer had confessed but the next day she'd forgotten and she had been back at square one and she was once again stuck in the graspes of after death revenge and endless suffering and it was a process that didn't seem to stop.

"thanks ." she muttered as she slowly let herself fade into the oblivion and with that the now troubled raven haired lad went down the stairs and out the attics small door.

his mind was racing and his thoughts were scrambled he truly had no idea of what to do he was upset that he had bothered rosie and upsetted her but what they both didn't know was that slowly but surely they were getting attached to each other they would have guessed she'd be there for alot more years but what they didn't know is that as the old hags life and strength faded so did the dead girls life force to.

As uncommon as it seems the only reason rosie was still wandering earth is that somehow she'd managed to mantain herself by slowly but surley feeding herself from the old hags soul, everytime the old hag screamed and cried and tried to flee from the horrors rosie caused it seemded to give her strength or at least enough to keep her lingering on the cruel planet and away from her eternal rest.

At first it had all started with margret and john's evil and tangable dark side and cruelity feeding off a young girls screams of pain and anguish as they took or better said robbed her from her bright future and in one night they snatched it away. Then months after her death they moved in to where they had killed the girl with no regret in mind but that soon changed, first she attacked john feeding off his frightfulness and this new found fear she had unlocked, margret had just laughed at her husband claiming he was just being paranoid and whatnot, until things took a turn for the worst.

soon enough john was suffuring from paranoia and isomia, he was scared that if he closed his eyes and slept he'd dream about the the girl he slaughtered or that when he woke up she would be waiting for him to open his eyes from the foot of the bed, he was scared that when he turned around she would be behind him reminding him the color of oozing blood and anguish screams muffled by a gag.

But as said a human can only take so much and just like a coward he made his was to the attic and on the same rope the he ended rosies life.... he ended his.

margret had never been a timid woman she was a strong determined woman who was selfish and greedy she had never cared how many people she put down for her to get what she wanted even if it meant killing or should I say slaughtering a minor.

Never had magret felt fear and the goosebumps or any sign of being terrified like you would hear in movies ... until she saw the man she loved hanging in the same spot she killed someone else ...until she saw the sickning gash upon his lower abdomen and his intestents pulled out spawned out on white bedsheets until she saw the sickly bloody words that said 'I HATE YOU ,YOU KILLED ME AND I WILL KILL YOU TOO.' written upon the turquiose chipping walls ... that was the first time margret felt true fear the day she experience the first sign of insanity and her down fall.

she of course called for help she called for justice and she realized..... you can't fight the dead .... since one day you'd join'em.

slowly she began sinking into insanity and after a few months of being stuckl with what she considered a demon of the past, a curse she brung upon herself.... she was ready to give up just like her husband .

margret had aged quickly her once smooth light pale skin seemed to become old and wrinkly too quickly for it to be normal her golden blond hair became lighter and lighter her strong health became sickly and ill, nobody understood why but that was understandable, her body aged faster because she not only kept her self alive but she kept the young dead lingering ghost girl alive as well, rosie was an attached ghost one that would feed off margrets soul until there was nothing left and they would both go into the eternal rest that they both longed it was how things were going to end and the end seemed to get closer and closer and there was no way to stop it, it was destiny .....or was it?

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hey so i wuv you guys thanks for the encouragement i typed all this in devotion to you guys and btw read the midnight pack by richieslittledevil by one of my friends lol so anyway i hope ya like and um tell me what you think is going to happen