I walked up to the doors that concealed this room filled with complicated devices. I did my best to pull or do whatever to the things I found. I then came near these knobs with strange symbols on them. They looked like the ones on the doors of the other ghosts. I pulled the first one down and heard a door open up outside. When I turned around, the First Born Son came out with his hatchet. He smiled widely at me and said, "Thank you, Sage." He walked off upstairs and disappeared.

I pulled down all the other knobs and more doors opened up. One by one, all the ghosts were released with the Juggernaut being the last one out. We all went upstairs and outside the house to see that the wind blew slightly through the clear night this evening. It was quite beautiful dispite the weird glass house behind us.

"So, what's going to happen now?" I asked. The Angry Princess giggled and looked over at me.

"We're all going home. Wouldn't you if you were stuck in this place for a long time?"

"Well, that's kind of why I traveled around so much," I said slowly, "It's too sad for me to go back home. Especially after I figured out who killed me."

"I wish I could bring you with me, Sage," the Withered Lover said with a sympathetic tone, "But this is my time to go."

"I understand, Jean." She smiled as I gave a wry smile back to her. She then disappeared into a glow of beautiful, angelic light.

"How about you come with me?" the Jackal suggested, "It would be nice to have someone around the old asylum besides myself for once."

"I guess so. At least I'll have some kind of company."

"Well then, come on!" As the others dispersed around me and faded away, the Jackal and I went to the asylum he put himself in. It was torn down to ruins with dust, cobwebs, rats, and other little creatures everywhere. It must have once been very clean and maybe resembled a hospital at one time. I can almost imagine it now. A polished, white building with doctors, nurses, and janitors roaming the halls. Lunatics doing who-knows-what in their rooms filled my mind to no end.

"Well, welcome to my 'home.'"

"I thought you didn't like this place."

"I don't. Let me rephrase that: Welcome to my home." He made quote marks when saying the word 'home.'

"Ah, I see. So does this mean I get a grand tour?" I joked.

"Of course. You are my visitor after all." Ah, asylum joke.

I followed him through the huge building. There were so many halls and different corridors that one can get lost in this place, dead or alive. The rooms themselves were almost the same. A small room that consisted of a bed, an unopenable window, and a closet. The white padded rooms were on a different floor of the asylum. The bathrooms were like a lot of public restrooms with stalls, sinks, and big mirrors. The shower rooms are huge rooms with several shower heads on a wall and two knobs indicating what kind of water would come out.

"Sometimes, depending on your case, they'd come to your room and hose you down," Ryan told me, "I've been through that countless times." The very thought of going through that while alive made me cringe a little.

He showed me the offices and examination rooms that were further away from the bedrooms. Just like the rest of the building, the offices and examination rooms were burned and its previous owner's things scattered the floor, or were ruined in the fire. The dining room had tables turned over or pushed up against the wall. The use to be food in the kitchen had long been eaten away by animals or decayed. Then he brought me to the basement.

"What's down here?" I asked.

"I use to stay in a room but tore up the walls with my nails. They put me in a straight jacket to keep me from doing that but I chewed my way out of it. Then they placed this cage over my head and put me down here. This is where I stayed for the remainder of my life."

The basement was extremely dark and I couldn't see anything.

"What's down here, Ryan?"

"Nothing but my rotting corpse." I strained my eyes in the darkness to make out a burned up skeleton in a straight jacket with a cage over the skull. The straight jacket was still wrapped around the corpse and the cage didn't have a hole in it.

"I can't imagine staying down here so long like that."

"Tell me about it. It made me more insane than cured me."

"I was told that a lot of things doctors did back then to treat their patients hurt them a lot worse. I've seen that things have changed a lot today."

"Even if that may be, I don't think there's a cure for insanity."

"Probably not." I looked over at him and stared at him for awhile. He was looking at his corpse or thinking really hard, so he didn't notice my staring.

"Hey, Ryan?"

"Hmmmmm?" He looked down at me and stared back at me.

"Did you really bring me here because you were lonely?" He was quiet for a moment before answering.

"Sort of."

"What do you mean?" He took my hand and led me back up to the lobby, where we stood there staring at each other.

"I kind of like you, Sage?" I look up at him in surprise. If I were still alive, my heart would've skipped a beat.

"You mean as in you're attracted to me?"

"Yes."

"Are you serious?"

"I'm not laughing am I?" Not only that, he looked pretty serious.

"N-No. I just never thought someone would actually like me."

"Because you're gay and you're covered from head to toe in cuts and blood?"

"Yeah..."

"You're not that bad looking, Sage. I've seen worse."

"Well, you did live in a mental hospital so I wouldn't doubt that."

"This is a little off topic but do you still like that guy from when you were alive?" I look up at him in confusion for a moment before I remembered the conversation we had hours ago. I smiled and chuckled a little.

"Ryan, there was no boy from when I was alive. I just made that up."

"Why?"

"Because I like you back. I was too shy to say it back there." He stared at me for a few seconds before laughing maniacally.

"Now that's messed up!" he cackled. I joined in on his laughter until we slowly stopped. I looked up into his eyes and leaned up to him. He leaned down a little quicker than me and caught my lips. That's when I was able to tell that I was indeed into guys. This kiss between me and a guy felt right. It almost seemed like we could stay like this forever. I wish it could but we eventually broke away.

I smiled up at Ryan, the Jackal, and knew that this afterlife was going to be a lot better. I think I understand some of those ghosts now. I wouldn't mind spending another 50 years or more being a ghost. As long as I'm with him, I'm fine.