When you were younger, you assumed you'd be doing normal adult things by this point in your life. And yet, here you were, semi-breaking into some abandoned hospital at the edges of town. The place had been there as long as you could remember; it was definitely from before your time. All you knew were the tales of the fire that closed it, but for all you knew, that could be a myth. After all, it was a small town, and rumors spread like wildfire. But that was what you grew up believing, anywho.

And so, growing restless one night and tired of the retail job you were stuck at, you found yourself walking through the abandoned halls on a Friday night, flashlight in one hand as you looked around. It was going fine, the scariest thing you'd seen being a few rats. But then, somehow, a light flickered. A fucking light flickered. No electricity, and yet, this light was trying to turn on, casting an eerie, greenish hue to the cracked floor beneath.

"Hello dear," a voice suddenly sounded from right by your ear, the soft tone still managing to make you gasp in surprise. The air suddenly felt cold, cold enough to see your breath. You whipped around, staring at the somewhat translucent nurse before you. "Ah, you can see me. Finally."