Mr. Chopped

being the ghost of the bride, she was connected to this place, this abandoned hospital, by an invisible thread of memories and unfulfilled hopes. The walls contained the story of her love, suddenly cut short by tragedy. And now, forever chained to this place, she sought solace in search of antique trinkets that could tell her something new about the past

being in one of the rooms, under the rubble of the ceiling of the building, there could more often be something interesting under a pile of dirt, most often some small things like the fabric of torn curtains, from which she could make something worthwhile

Suddenly, there was something strange under the layers of dust and rocks, it was someone's head?... With careful movements, she carefully picked it up to get a closer look at him, but it's was Mr. chopped! The man's head opened his eyes and screamed in fear from the headless woman who was holding him and asking him to let go