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The hallway waits.
It beckons.
It calls to me.
Green lights the way.
Doors open and close.
Cries fill the air.
A coldness descends.
Then total silence.
I inch forward.
Step by painstaking step.
I peer into a room.
A bed in an empty room.
The next room holds a wheelchair.
It turns.
Empty.
A green light glows.
From the room ahead.
Sounds of voices.
I move closer.
Until I can see inside.
Surgery is being performed.
On a skeleton.
By smiling people.
People who fade in and out.
Ghosts.
Time for me to leave.
I’m on the bed.
The ghost are looking down.
At me.
Too late.
Love ya!
Jane