Short Stories

-The Ward-

Miles of hallways wrap around and tangle into a maze that is the hospital. Lonely ghosts and delirious shadows wander the polished floors, longing for the familiar feeling of family they were once surrounded in. These lost souls had once passed through the ominous doorway of Ward 10.
This Ward in particular, was cold and malicious. Strange and unexplainable things occurred there, to the people living, and the restless dead. Those that enter this hall aren't likely to leave, no matter who you are.
The floors are dusty and grey, leaving no trace of life, the wallpaper peeling away, because even the paper wants to escape after it witnessed the heinous acts the doctors committed. Clocks stay broken apart, since time never seems to progress here, like other thriving wards.

It seems this ward was left for the dead, as any patient sent to reside here, would leave this living, vibrant realm, and arrive at a darker version of the ward and it's hospital ; unable to escape it.
Even though horrendous events took place here, there's still a sense of community that I, as a living person, will not yet experience until I depart from this Earthly world. As even though this warped opinion of the afterlife is cold and scary, these fond spirits have found contentment in each others presence. They connect through their experiences, bond over their trauma and talk of their loved ones they left behind, and dearly miss.

They may not be alive in the way we experience life, but they are most definitely, spectacularly, living more than I am.