Today had promised to be different. Today there would be a new patient arriving at The Center for a Better Mind. There hadn't been a new patient for a couple of months now and the current patients were starting to get on his nerves. It was the same thing over and over again. One would scream about murder all day but the frail old lady couldn't exactly carry out her threats. She was a bit amusing at first but her constant scream got old fast. Then there was a young man who simply stared at the clock all day. He was obsessed with time and if you were late to give him his meds? He would get violent.
There were many patients here and each one of them was certifiably crazy or had some other thing going on. There were a few who were "normal", they were just sent here to help with their severe depression. They had to be watched all the time as they were on suicide precautions. Some patients simply saw things like shadows flit about the walls just at the corner of their vision. Most were not violent... some had violent tenancies but everyone knew how to avoid them. No matter their mental status, most everyone was excited to see what was wrong with the new patient.
Roger Hatfield, the janitor, was also interested in the new patient. He had just cleaned up her room. A padded little room that was outfitted to make sure that the patient couldn't hurt themselves. That offered him a clue into what the new patient was like but what he was most interested in was whether or not the patient saw things... saw things that didn't make sense. Roger did... or at least he convinced himself that he didn't see such things. It was all part of his over active imagination. He didn't in fact see moving shadows in dark rooms or the various faded shapes that always loomed the hallways of this old building. It wasn't ghosts... just him watching too many scary movies before bed which in turn jump started his over active imagination.
Roger never told anyone about what he saw. Not as an adult at least. When he was a kid, he was bullied for saying that he saw ghosts. His parents scolded him for lying about seeing a dead lady in the attic with a rope around her neck. It was all just tricks of the light of course. Everything he saw could be explained scientifically... he just didn't know what that explanation was.
Soon enough, that fateful hour had arrived and the new patient was wheeled into the building. Roger stood by in his white jumpsuit uniform. His short dirty blond hair was slicked back and away from his face. Behind wire framed glasses, soft green eyes took in their new patient. He towered over everybody but was thin and looked like a stiff breeze could knock him over but he was strong enough to pin down any violent patient. He was pale, looking like he never spent enough time in the sun... which was true enough. Roger didn't like to be outside. Outside was when all the ghosts... no... figments showed up the most.