I found out what all the ghosts were called. The little boy with the arrow was the First Born Son. Headless torso with missing legs, the Torso. A twitchy kind of female teen in a prom outfit with a broken neck and hands bounded behind her, the Bound Woman. A woman with an I.V. pole and hospital gown, the Withered Lover. A male teen with a baseball bat and half of his face missing, the Torn Prince. Nude woman with cuts all over her and a butchers knife, the Angry Princess. The old pilgrimess-looking woman with stalks, the Pilgrimess. Big fat male child, the Great Child. Small mother, the Dire Mother. African-American male with nails and a hammer, the Hammer. Crazy male with cage over head and crazy hair, the Jackal. And, lastly, the tall male with bullet holes, the Juggernaut.
"Wow." Was all I could say.
"You must beware of the last three. They will hurt you or kill you." He said.
"I can sort of tell!" I yelled referring to my incident with the Jackal.
"Well sorry!" He yelled back.
"It's fine. Sorry. So, Mr. Ghost Expert, how are we getting out of here?" I asked.
"Well, that's the problem. Only one of us can escape."