In the heart of an abandoned hospital, 12-year-old Lily dared her friends to explore its decaying halls. The air was thick with the smell of mildew, and their footsteps echoed eerily.
In one of the rooms, Lily found an old wheelchair. A tarnished nameplate read Margaret. As she touched it, the wheels creaked and turned on their own, grinding against the silence.
Suddenly, the door slammed shut. Lily's flashlight flickered, revealing the faint outline of a figure in the chair. It grinned, empty-eyed, and whispered, "I've been waiting for you."
Her friends found the door locked. When they broke it open, the wheelchair sat empty. Lily was gone. But etched into the floor were the words: She's with Margaret now.