The nursing home was not too far away from the graveyard. Like many towns the nursinghome is the last station on the way to eternity, so it's better to keep them close together, so the elderly could already see where they would end up, John Always said sarcasticly.
It was a strange sight for the people that had no idea of what was going on. A woman with her left arm stretched like she was holding a hand and was being led by, god knows what. Behind her, an unshaved man with big eyes and hair that looked like the wind got hold of it. Behind him a coloured nurse who obviously was a brilliant cook who was shouting against a big security guard to keep following. It looked like a bad episode of America's Funniest Homevideos. But who knew the reality, knew it wasn't funny at all. There where two options. Samantha could have gone completely insane, probably caused by braindamage as a result of the operation, or worse, there was a ghost army walking towards the nursinghome. Either way, John wasn't feeling to good about it.

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They reached the nursing home and the doors opened without being touched. The path was being cleared for Samantha who was, as she said, on a quest. She entered the hall, looked around, whatever was holding her let her loose, cause her arms were now wide and open. She looked up, then stared at the stairs, and if she knew which way to go, she started to climb the stairs. In the building a wind began to blow. Curtains started moving, windows blew open and papers started flying all around. Like a little storm broke loose inside the building. The temperature dropped, at least till not more then, four or five centrigrade above zero. The ones who were following her tried to keep up with her, but the wind that was surrounding her was avoiding them from coming too close to her. It was like she was being secured, so nobody could disturb her. They followed the way they could and as they enetered the top of the stairs, they saw how Samantha was entering a certain room at the end of the hall. They followed further and they could reach the room, but couldn't enter it.

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They looked into the room from the entrance and what they saw was something that they never will forget, but couldn't describe after it happened.
In the room stood nurse Melissa. John knew her, for she was the nurse of his mother who found her when she had passed away. In front of her stood Samantha who was pointing at her.
You, daughter of Hades, you are sentenced to die, the souls you took broke free under my command and are here to punish you.
Melissa's face changed. It turned some sort of reptile like green covered with crusts in colors from grey to purple, her beauty had gone.
Take her, my friends, take back what she took from you, take her energy! Samantha shouted, and at that moment the wind was blowing so hard the windows bursted, the room began to look like there was a hurrycane going right through it.
Melissa started to turn old, she transformed back into a more human like being, but she was old, and getting older every second. She started to suffocate and finally collapsed.
Then the wind stopped, all of a sudden the room was silent. Destroyed, but silent. John saw that Samantha was about to fall down, and he was just in time catching her.
The nurse walked up to Melissa, checked her and then said; She's dead. Icecold and dead.

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The investigation started. A couple of investigartors started to question the three, while an ambulance came and picked up Samantha.
You know you are ought to speak the truth now, don't you sir? The Investigator said to the security guard. The guard nodded. So you are telling me, there was wind, the woman turned old and died? Is that your final statement? Yes, it is, the guard said.
Then the Investigator looked at the nurse.Don't look at me, I saw it, don't know what it was, I'm just a nurse, I don't need all this kind of creepy voodoo like shit, lemme out of it, I'm about to become a granny, if you don't mind.
John confirmed the guard's story and the whole thing was reported as an unsolved mystery.

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In the hospital a new brainscan was made to see what had happened to make Samantha doing the things she did. The result was shocking. The eye had developed a whole new nerve that grew overnight and made connections inside her brain in the places where sight is registered. But that wasn't all, it also was found in places where your brain organizes breath, taste, feelings and so on. It literally took over her brain. The doctors didn't know what to do.

Where is the eye coming from, John asked. The doctors first didn't want to give the information, for it was classified and confidential, but after two days they told him.
He searched the name and found out that the eye was coming from a ghosthunter who commited suicide.
It seemed he left a note where he was found.

It said;
It's been enough. My gift isn't a gift anymore.
Seeing death, coming death, disease, pain and the evil, is too much. I tried to stop it.
I tried to take my eyes out, but they wouldn't let me.
Three years now, am I trying to make it stop. Every attempt failed.
I think I found a way now. I can't say how I did it, cause they know what I think and they will stop me.
If you find me, without a heartbeat, be happy for me.
Sorry for all the trouble I caused, I love you all.
I see you on the other side.
Tommy.

The end

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