Maybe Ghosts Do Exist

 One of my patients at the Woldroff Psychiatric Hospital in Anoka, MN told me they’ve seen a figure peering at them from between the slats in the ventilation cover during the “witching hour” (about 3 AM) each night for the past week. Hallucinations are common in patients but this one is eerier than those I’ve come across. It’s always the same goblin creature speaking to my patient. I informed the patient’s psychiatrist immediately and no doubt they will be put on antipsychotics. That was the beginning of this week. Now, it’s day seven and the hallucinations persist. Each time, it’s the same creepy refrain that my patient continues to hear.

“Come die with us.”

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