Random story…I really don't know the category…I will continue this if someone or something types in the reviews that I should…XD…happy reading…
The room was dark, as was the soul. He floated through walls, securing that the building had no un-invited visitors. When he finished the clean sweep, he quickly went through the old hospital west wing. He stopped at a room where the executions were made, for the people who couldn't be controlled. He shuttered at the memories that were held here, his best friend was exiled here. The spirit moaned in agony, then continued down the halls. He stopped at a black room, with nothing but ashes. He remembered that this is where his body lay, somewhere. He groaned again, but this time he did not continue down the hall. He looked around at all the bodies that lay here, his was somewhere in the corner. He heard foot steps coming from the hall, he looked out the door, as he saw a beautiful young lady walk up. She had fluffy, and blond hair. She wore all pink, and high heels. He looked at her as she floated through the hall, with a man, next to her. He showed her around and said, " This is where the…" He paused, trying to think of a word besides, " Killed" He thought and said, " Helped." The soul got a stern look on his face and shook his head. The two walked further down the hall and stopped at his door. The man said, " This is where some of the patients were…" The man stopped again. Then said, " Scorched." The lady gasped and said, " That's awful, why?" The man looked down at his feet and said, " They were so crazed that they almost bit my great great grandfathers finger off." The lady jumped back. The soul had that same look on his face, then shook his head. He said to himself, " This guys taking the truth to far." The lady walked on, and the man smiled at himself. The spirit followed the man, slowly floating behind him. They stopped at the next hall, then the man said, " This is where we stored the patients." The room had stretchers thrown from side to side. The room looked to have tiled floors, white. The floors had blood all over them, so it was hard to tell. The lady jumped back again and said, " How much death was handled here?" The man said, " Just these three rooms." By this time the soul was totally pissed off. He looked around for something to hit the man with, and it so happened that there was a broom there, just laying right next to the man. The soul smirked, then grabbed it. The woman looked back and screamed. The man looked behind him, and saw a floating broom, he also screamed. The broom caved down on the mans head. The man yelped, even though it shouldn't have hurt, and ran for his life. The woman, however, did not follow the man. She stayed and looked at the broom puzzled, then asked, " Are you one of the spirits that were killed here?" The lady thought about it and said, ' Hit the wall once for no, and twice for yes." The spirit hit the wall twice. The woman asked again, " what do you stay here?" She knows she will not receive an answer. She saw the broom lay down on the floor, then she felt a cold breeze circling her. She looked at the broom, and stayed there, completely still. She moved when she didn't feel the circle of wind, then she said, ' I'm sorry for everything the people did to you." The spirit looked at her shocked, then smiled and returned to looking around the tower.