Mary had never been scared to walk alone at night through the halls of the hundred-year-old psychiatric hospital, knowing that it had always been “a good place,” where patients were treated with kindness and respect even in its earliest days. But that all changed the night Yvette showed her the third-story window, where no staff or patients were currently housed, and through which a ghostly light could be seen on some nights silhouetting a human-like form.
The thing in the window,