Sculptures of Pain

He was a huge hit with all his fellow art lovers. However, they didn't know his secret. The only people who do know his dirty, no filthy little secret are his victims, which are now on display. You'd think people would notice how "life-like" his artwork can be. After all, practically all his arts are of the human body. Some people say hes an absolute genius but I just say he's disgusting! I mean how can you call this man a genius when he murders numerous people for his own personal delight. You may ask how I know this considering I mentioned that the only persons who know his secret were his victims. The reason why I know all this is because I too, was one of his victims. For most cases that would make me a ghost right? Well... your right I am. Believe it or not, I'm the ghost who's responsible for the unexplained happenings at the museum or in his exhibit to be exact. Most people would run in fear when they heard or saw what I do because they don't realize what I'm really trying to do. What I'm trying to do is actually explain my story! I don't even care anymore if someone can save me anymore, I just want that displeasing scumbag to be taken care of. I've tried and tried to find someone who could hear me but I know that can never happen. I've seen and heard all the ghost stories but I never believed them. Oh, and did I tell you (whoever you are) that the only reason why I haunt this building is because I'm trapped in it. That means that I have to see all his other new victims being savagely killed right in front of my face. Oh how this chills me to even remember the horrid sights! But alas my hopes of bringing him down where crushed and shattered. But then suddenly I remembered a critical part of those ghost stories. I remembered was that there were people (I called them "nutcases" when I heard about them) that can go to these haunted places and scope out the ghosts and talk to them with this device that captures what the "ghosts" are trying to tell them. They almost always ask the paranormal creatures what they want or why they're here. So I decided to create a fright in the museum so insane that no one would ever want to return again. Then, eventually, they museum's manager will call the nutcases and have them come visit to see if they can get rid of me. That's when I would explain my predicament. One year later, the "ghost squad" came and started asking me questions I answered to the best of my ability. But as you know I'm just a ghost and nobody cares about little old me so the murderer continued to murder and I didn't even make a dent on what I wanted to do. However the "ghost squad" managed to help me escape the museum and set my souls free this I was finally at an eternal rest but I couldn't save the hundreds and growing victims of this madman.