Meera's last message felt different.
"She won't leave until I bring her out."
This wasn't just about dreams anymore.
She wanted to do something.
The next day, she came to me with determination.
"We need to go there," she said.
"Where?" I asked.
"City Care Hospital."
My heart skipped.
"That place is abandoned," I replied.
"I know," she said.
"But she's still there… I can feel it."
I hesitated.
Going there in real life felt risky.
But also—
It made sense.
"If the dreams started there…" I whispered.
"Maybe they'll end there," Meera finished.
We decided to go that evening.
The building stood at the end of an empty road.
Broken windows.
Faded paint.
Silent.
"This is it," Meera said softly.
The gate was half open.
Rusty.
We stepped inside.
The air felt cold.
Too quiet.
"This looks exactly like the corridor," I whispered.
Dust covered the floor.
Our footsteps echoed.
Meera stopped suddenly.
"I hear them," she whispered.
"Footsteps?"
She nodded.
But this time—
I heard them too.
Soft.
Slow.
Coming from inside.
We walked carefully.
The hallway looked identical.
Flickering light.
Long passage.
Doors on both sides.
My heart raced.
"This is the place," Meera said.
We reached the middle of the corridor.
She stopped.
"She was here," she whispered.
Suddenly—
A faint sound echoed.
Like a child crying.
Both of us froze.
"Did you hear that?" I asked.
Meera nodded.
Tears in her eyes.
"I'm here," she called softly.
The crying stopped.
Then—
A door at the end creaked open slightly.
My breath caught.
"That wasn't wind," I whispered.
Meera started walking toward it.
"Wait!" I said.
But she didn't stop.
The door opened wider.
Darkness inside.
Meera stepped closer.
And then—
A faint whisper came.
"You came back…"
Meera's hands trembled.
"Yes," she replied.
"I didn't forget you."
The room grew colder.
And something inside moved.