Tyler spun around, and gasped. It was Emily. Only he could see through her.
“E-emily?” Tyler asked, looking at what seemed to be the love of his life.
“Run Tyler. Before he gets you,” she said. Emily floated towards him with sad eyes. Her head hung low, avoiding his eyes.
“Em. What happened?” Tyler asked, voice breaking. She looked at him, and a tear fell down her face.
“I died,” she said quietly. Then there was a terrible moaning. Tyler stepped back scared. Emily bit her lip.
“Please tell me that’s a friendly ghost coming,” Tyler said, shaking in fear.
“No. It’s him. Go. Run. But remember. I’ll always love you,” Emily said as she disapeared. Silent tears escaped Tyler’s eyes. He couldn’t leave. Not yet. Not with other ghosts trapped here.
Tyler took off, down the dark hallway.