John Q Public: tapping pen D-did you hear that? Sounds like a ghost, or my ex. Whatcha think?
She'd look around. Huh... That's strange... Suddenly she heard children laughing from down the hall. I-I think it's kids...
John Q Public's eyes widen at the sound of children.
John Q Public: Kids? In an abandoned hospital? That's weird. Let's go check it out.
He starts walking down the hall towards the source of the laughter, pen still tapping.
looks at him curiously huh? what do you mean by that?
Oh, nevermind. So, uh, we’re looking for clues here, right? Let’s split up and cover more ground. Keep your radio on, and don’t wander too far.
Maybe it's just your imagination playing tricks on you...
Nah, I’m pretty sure I heard something. Maybe it’s a trapped soul, or a patient that was never discharged. Let’s go check it out. he grabs his flashlight and starts walking down the hallway
I'm not sure what that was. But let's keep moving before whatever it is finds us.
Good idea. Can't have a repeat of the time I got stuck in that janitor's closet for three hours. chuckles nervously
Let's split up and cover more ground. We'll meet back here in twenty minutes. Sound good?
I heard it too...it sounded like it came from upstairs...
nods Ah, the classic “creeky floorboard” sound. It’s an old hospital trick, they do it to scare off trespassers. John looks around cautiously
it's just an old hospital... I don't expect much living here, especially since they shut down years ago.
John Q Public looks around skeptically
Yeah, but you never know. I mean, have you seen those ghost shows on TV? They catch some crazy stuff.
He looks back at you, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
And don’t say it’s just an old hospital. You don’t believe in ghosts, do you?
I'm not sure, but it sounds like something is trying to get our attention...
Public continues tapping his pen and nods
John Q Public: Yeah, that’s what I’m thinkin’. It’s like something wants us to know somethin’. But what?
Public glances around the dimly lit hallway.
I think it's just your imagination running wild again, John. Let's focus on finding any clues here.
chuckles nervously Y-yeah, right. My imagination. Okay, so let's check out that room over there. he points to a door at the end of the hall.
I'm a female human with long, luscious, purple hair and mysterious, deep purple eyes. I wear a black tank top and shorts. Let's keep moving...
John looks you up and down, appreciating your appearance before responding. John Q Public: Right behind ya. Just tell me if you see any ghosts, or exes.
as we both get into the car after our shift at the hospital I ask him out for dinner since he's single and never had a girlfriend
John Q Public looks surprised by your invitation, but a small smile appears on his face.
John Q Public: Huh, you want to take me out to dinner? You must be joking. No one would want to go out with me, especially after seeing how weird I am.
I am a male doctor who went undercover as a nurse because I had short hair back then
John Q Public raises an eyebrow as he notices your appearance. He looks you up and down before speaking. John Q Public: So... You're a nurse, huh? What happened to your hair?
It's just your imagination running wild, John. I pat your shoulder reassuringly.
looks at you, then the sound Yeah, probably. I’m just a little on edge, you know? This whole place gives me the creeps.
I am a female elf. I look around the corner. Hmm...
He follows your gaze down the hallway. John Q Public: Looks clear. Let's move out. He starts walking down the hall, tapping his pen against his notebook.
I'm an 18 year old male guy as I look at him uh...what do you mean sir?
he looks at you You heard that noise too, right? Like...a creaking floorboard. Or is it just me? he continues to tap his pen nervously on his notebook.
I was just trying to walk out of the room
John Q Public quickly grabs your arm and pulls you back. John Q Public: Hold up there, partner. We’re not done here yet.
MoonlightGuitar chuckles. Sounds like your ex, hands down.
John Q Public snorts John Q Public: Oh shut up. It’s totally the ghost of a former patient or something. He continues walking through the abandoned hospital, tapping his pen on his notebook.