"Help!"
Christopher Weaver reluctantly gritted his teeth and spat out a word.
That evening, he took his wife, daughter, and Reese Renfrew to the psychiatric hospital in the suburbs.
Inside the hospital, the lights were dim, the hospital's spacious courtyard was eerily quiet, with an inexplicable sense of gloom.
The hospital walls stood five meters high, surrounded by an electric fence, with armed military personnel guarding it outside.
Christopher Weaver frowned; this was more like a prison than a psychiatric hospital!
Reese Renfrew had been here twice and remained relatively calm. After handing over identification, she led Christopher Weaver and the others inside.
They had only taken a few steps when suddenly, several people leapt out from the flower bushes, frantically pouncing on them!
Ella Weaver screamed in fright, "Ghosts!"
