I opened the door the next day to find another paper.

The same red tape made it easy to assume who it was from.

A Lonely Ghost. 

I read the small written sentence.

Dear Lost Ghost,

Then share that story, tell it to others with the intention to help them as you would yourself. Open your eyes to the world and use your vices as your voice. Don't hide what they did to you.

~A Lonely Ghost.

I breath in deeply.

"What they did  to you."

How did this person know?

How could they have possibly know.

I quickly write, in my typical red pen.

How did you know?

I had written it on The Lonely Ghost's paper.

I walked out, pale skinned and clearly shaken. 

Now, I had to know who this person is.