Ghost Busting
Angry spirits just need a good dickin' down
Chapter 1
by 
MaskOfMirth
The building was unnaturally clean with no people to make a mess, and even rodents and insects knew to stay away from the place. The white walls and matching tile floor were blinding.
Run, don't look back. Run! Heart pounding, breath coming in great gasps, and legs burning from the strain. The hallway felt like it would never end, but truthfully it would almost be worse if it did, because that would mean there was nowhere to go but back into the arms of the pursuing...thing.
Whatever it was could only be seen with a special pair of glasses, but turning around mean that the possibility of tripping and being caught would only rise and life was more important than curiosity.
_Oh no..._there it was, the end of the hall - no doorways to either side, just a dead end with a full-size mirror.