More Story
okay.. since someone wanted me to update my story, here is a little bit. Just to warn you, it's pretty long.
Shadows moved across the walls and ceiling, almost lifelike. Afraid to move, I was frozen to this spot. I stared at the ceiling and moved my eyes to the window. The window? I didn’t remember seeing it before… But it was here now, and there was light. Strange light… It came in through the window and created a small, almost perfect, square of light on the floor. The strange thing was, the light was only on Jack and me. It touched nothing else.
I think that was the moment when I realized; I realized it was going to be up to me… up to us to stop this thing. Whatever it was. My arms dangled limply around his body. I moved my hand up to his face and touched it gently.
“Wake up.”
Slowly, I stood up and approached the window. We weren’t on the bottom floor anymore. Somehow we were on the top. I could see the sun still rising, and a graveyard below the window. It must not have been long. I could still feel the tears stained on my face from the night before… but we had to move on.
Maybe everyone was dead, but there might still be hope. Turning around, I could see Jack was up, reloading his gun. Our eyes met and we spoke without words. We both knew what we had to do. I reached for the doorknob and pushed the door open. I knew it was too much to expect… But I hoped for some reason that the monsters, that Rachel, would still be out there. And as I noticed the hallway was empty, my heart sunk, and began to feel as empty as the hall itself. I was starting to lose hope.
My hand gripped the pistol harder, until it almost hurt, and I felt a hand on my shoulder.
“Come on.”
We walked down the silent, vacant corridor, and I noticed there was more blood there than before. There must have been a fight… a struggle? Yes, they fought. Rachel? Was it her blood? I tried not to think about that.
I pulled on every handle of every door hoping one would open and everyone would be there, and everyone would be okay. But none opened, and we kept moving, and all hope disintegrated from my soul. Our footsteps echoed, we walked in unusual silence. Something had to be here. Where were they?
After going through so many halls and down so many flights of stairs I was starting to lose count, we finally came to this room. This room I would remember till the day I die. It was a small room on the right side, like any other hospital room. But something was different. There was a light coming from it and it stood out in the otherwise dark hallway. 52B.
With our backs to the wall, we approached the door. I looked through the door, my gun in the air, and what I saw… I still have trouble believing. It shocked me so much I dropped my gun.
Laura.
She was standing there. Yes, I remember it clearly. She was there. Wearing a white dress. A long, flowing, sparkling, white wedding dress. With the sound of my gun hitting the floor, she bolted around. Her hair flew through the air and her dark, empty eyes landed on me.
My mouth was open, and rather dry. Jack looked from me to Laura, Laura to me, and then back again.
“What’s going on?” he asked, “Do you know each other?”
“Yes,” I gasped.
A smile formed on Laura’s face. I thought it was sincere, but now I realize it wasn’t.
“Annie,” she said coldly, icily… not her own voice. No, it just didn’t sound right. “I’ve missed you.”
“You… You’re alive,” I whispered, still in shock, almost unable to form words. “How?”
“It’s simple,” she said, taking steps towards me. “I never was really dead.” She walked right past me and shut the door, locking it behind us.
There was no way out. She picked up my gun and put it delicately in my hand.
“Can’t let them get inside. And you don’t want to lose this,” she said. “You’ll need it.”
Those last three words were almost silent, and they will stay with me. Jack was starting to give us strange looks.
“Dead?” he said, “She’s not dead.”
“She was,” I whispered, “I watched her die. I saw the knife, I saw her fall, I saw everything.”
Another wicked smile formed on her face. Her hand moved into the air and touched my chin almost forcefully. Her skin was cold, almost skeletal. She tilted my chin and forced me to look in her eyes. Her dark eyes seemed lifeless.
“I liked you. It will be sad to see you go,” she whispered.
I pulled away. “What are you talking about?”
“Who’s your friend?” she said, ignoring my question. She removed her hand and her eyes moved to Jack. “He’s handsome.”
She walked forward. I walked back. There was something wrong here. I thought she was going to reach out, cast a spell, try to kill me, anything… but she instead moved to the wall and her hands seized a painting. She removed it, setting it on a desk.
There was a button there and she pushed it. A hidden door opened on the wall and a trapdoor on the floor next to me. Laura reached behind herself and pulled out a gun. She aimed it at me.
“I’m sorry,” she said, “But I can’t have you here.”
For a second, it all made sense. Just for that exact moment, before everything changed. Laura’s eyes were once again black and evil, cold and merciless. Who was this? I didn’t have time to think. She fired the gun and the shot rang out through the air. I couldn’t move; I was frozen to the spot. I closed my eyes. This was the end. Jack was next to me for a second, our hands met each other. He was so close; I could feel him.
And suddenly, I realized what had happened. The bullet didn’t hit me. Jack fell to the ground. Laura lowered her gun and laughed, viciously, cruelly. It all happened so fast. I knew everything and I knew nothing. Wait, I knew one thing. Jack was on the ground. He was dead.
Dead.
No.
Laura suddenly stopped laughing and raised her gun again. I stared into her eyes. I wanted to just run, just run forever and get out of this place. It didn’t make sense anymore. And in her eyes, for just a moment, a split-second of time, I swear I could see the maniac’s reflection.
I jumped to my right as she shot again. I landed behind the desk.
“Don’t hide from me!” she called out.
I had to get out. I forgot the trap door had opened next to me, and as I started to get up and run for the door, I slipped and fell through. My hands caught the edge. Laura approached me and smiled devilishly.
I can’t remember clearly, but I think then, Laura wasn’t Laura anymore. I thought her form had changed… Maybe it was the killer, maybe something else. But it didn’t seem the same. I didn’t stick around to find out. I released my grip and fell to the ground.
I hit the ground and was in the dark. From what I could see, it seemed like it was a cave. What was a cave doing underneath a hospital? I had a morbid thought. Maybe this is where they send the bad cases.
I moved my hands through the air and found a wall. It was rough and clammy. With nothing else to do, I stared walking. Thoughts were tearing through my mind like a sharp knife, but I pushed them back.
Then there was a light. A dim light was emerging from around the corner. As I reached it, I looked down this new passage. There were lights strung across the ceiling, and cells, like a prison; they lined the walls.
I looked into one. Some deformed human lay on a bed within. It looked like one of the zombies, but it wasn’t, not exactly. It was maybe only half way, like a failed attempt. Had they been genetically experimenting? Why? No, those things didn’t happen… Did they?
If I lived through this, I would find out.
I continued past the calls. At the last one, there were around seven of those zombies inside. These ones weren’t only half mutated. They were the real things. And the cell door was opened slightly. Did someone forget to close it? Panic struck me. I couldn’t let them get out. How, no, why was this happening? If they saw me…
Not knowing what else to do, I reached forward quickly and tried to shut the door. But too late, one of those dead, disgusting hands stopped the door. Strongly, stronger than I thought they were capable of, it pushed the door back, knocking me to the ground. I scrambled to my feet and pulled out my gun. Thank God Laura didn’t take it. Or was it Laura? A monster grabbed my arm and I shot, making it release me. They all started to advance upon me. I looked both ways. I couldn’t go back where I came. I started to run. They followed me, footsteps becoming louder and louder. They chased me, pursued me.
Shadows moved across the walls and ceiling, almost lifelike. Afraid to move, I was frozen to this spot. I stared at the ceiling and moved my eyes to the window. The window? I didn’t remember seeing it before… But it was here now, and there was light. Strange light… It came in through the window and created a small, almost perfect, square of light on the floor. The strange thing was, the light was only on Jack and me. It touched nothing else.
I think that was the moment when I realized; I realized it was going to be up to me… up to us to stop this thing. Whatever it was. My arms dangled limply around his body. I moved my hand up to his face and touched it gently.
“Wake up.”
Slowly, I stood up and approached the window. We weren’t on the bottom floor anymore. Somehow we were on the top. I could see the sun still rising, and a graveyard below the window. It must not have been long. I could still feel the tears stained on my face from the night before… but we had to move on.
Maybe everyone was dead, but there might still be hope. Turning around, I could see Jack was up, reloading his gun. Our eyes met and we spoke without words. We both knew what we had to do. I reached for the doorknob and pushed the door open. I knew it was too much to expect… But I hoped for some reason that the monsters, that Rachel, would still be out there. And as I noticed the hallway was empty, my heart sunk, and began to feel as empty as the hall itself. I was starting to lose hope.
My hand gripped the pistol harder, until it almost hurt, and I felt a hand on my shoulder.
“Come on.”
We walked down the silent, vacant corridor, and I noticed there was more blood there than before. There must have been a fight… a struggle? Yes, they fought. Rachel? Was it her blood? I tried not to think about that.
I pulled on every handle of every door hoping one would open and everyone would be there, and everyone would be okay. But none opened, and we kept moving, and all hope disintegrated from my soul. Our footsteps echoed, we walked in unusual silence. Something had to be here. Where were they?
After going through so many halls and down so many flights of stairs I was starting to lose count, we finally came to this room. This room I would remember till the day I die. It was a small room on the right side, like any other hospital room. But something was different. There was a light coming from it and it stood out in the otherwise dark hallway. 52B.
With our backs to the wall, we approached the door. I looked through the door, my gun in the air, and what I saw… I still have trouble believing. It shocked me so much I dropped my gun.
Laura.
She was standing there. Yes, I remember it clearly. She was there. Wearing a white dress. A long, flowing, sparkling, white wedding dress. With the sound of my gun hitting the floor, she bolted around. Her hair flew through the air and her dark, empty eyes landed on me.
My mouth was open, and rather dry. Jack looked from me to Laura, Laura to me, and then back again.
“What’s going on?” he asked, “Do you know each other?”
“Yes,” I gasped.
A smile formed on Laura’s face. I thought it was sincere, but now I realize it wasn’t.
“Annie,” she said coldly, icily… not her own voice. No, it just didn’t sound right. “I’ve missed you.”
“You… You’re alive,” I whispered, still in shock, almost unable to form words. “How?”
“It’s simple,” she said, taking steps towards me. “I never was really dead.” She walked right past me and shut the door, locking it behind us.
There was no way out. She picked up my gun and put it delicately in my hand.
“Can’t let them get inside. And you don’t want to lose this,” she said. “You’ll need it.”
Those last three words were almost silent, and they will stay with me. Jack was starting to give us strange looks.
“Dead?” he said, “She’s not dead.”
“She was,” I whispered, “I watched her die. I saw the knife, I saw her fall, I saw everything.”
Another wicked smile formed on her face. Her hand moved into the air and touched my chin almost forcefully. Her skin was cold, almost skeletal. She tilted my chin and forced me to look in her eyes. Her dark eyes seemed lifeless.
“I liked you. It will be sad to see you go,” she whispered.
I pulled away. “What are you talking about?”
“Who’s your friend?” she said, ignoring my question. She removed her hand and her eyes moved to Jack. “He’s handsome.”
She walked forward. I walked back. There was something wrong here. I thought she was going to reach out, cast a spell, try to kill me, anything… but she instead moved to the wall and her hands seized a painting. She removed it, setting it on a desk.
There was a button there and she pushed it. A hidden door opened on the wall and a trapdoor on the floor next to me. Laura reached behind herself and pulled out a gun. She aimed it at me.
“I’m sorry,” she said, “But I can’t have you here.”
For a second, it all made sense. Just for that exact moment, before everything changed. Laura’s eyes were once again black and evil, cold and merciless. Who was this? I didn’t have time to think. She fired the gun and the shot rang out through the air. I couldn’t move; I was frozen to the spot. I closed my eyes. This was the end. Jack was next to me for a second, our hands met each other. He was so close; I could feel him.
And suddenly, I realized what had happened. The bullet didn’t hit me. Jack fell to the ground. Laura lowered her gun and laughed, viciously, cruelly. It all happened so fast. I knew everything and I knew nothing. Wait, I knew one thing. Jack was on the ground. He was dead.
Dead.
No.
Laura suddenly stopped laughing and raised her gun again. I stared into her eyes. I wanted to just run, just run forever and get out of this place. It didn’t make sense anymore. And in her eyes, for just a moment, a split-second of time, I swear I could see the maniac’s reflection.
I jumped to my right as she shot again. I landed behind the desk.
“Don’t hide from me!” she called out.
I had to get out. I forgot the trap door had opened next to me, and as I started to get up and run for the door, I slipped and fell through. My hands caught the edge. Laura approached me and smiled devilishly.
I can’t remember clearly, but I think then, Laura wasn’t Laura anymore. I thought her form had changed… Maybe it was the killer, maybe something else. But it didn’t seem the same. I didn’t stick around to find out. I released my grip and fell to the ground.
I hit the ground and was in the dark. From what I could see, it seemed like it was a cave. What was a cave doing underneath a hospital? I had a morbid thought. Maybe this is where they send the bad cases.
I moved my hands through the air and found a wall. It was rough and clammy. With nothing else to do, I stared walking. Thoughts were tearing through my mind like a sharp knife, but I pushed them back.
Then there was a light. A dim light was emerging from around the corner. As I reached it, I looked down this new passage. There were lights strung across the ceiling, and cells, like a prison; they lined the walls.
I looked into one. Some deformed human lay on a bed within. It looked like one of the zombies, but it wasn’t, not exactly. It was maybe only half way, like a failed attempt. Had they been genetically experimenting? Why? No, those things didn’t happen… Did they?
If I lived through this, I would find out.
I continued past the calls. At the last one, there were around seven of those zombies inside. These ones weren’t only half mutated. They were the real things. And the cell door was opened slightly. Did someone forget to close it? Panic struck me. I couldn’t let them get out. How, no, why was this happening? If they saw me…
Not knowing what else to do, I reached forward quickly and tried to shut the door. But too late, one of those dead, disgusting hands stopped the door. Strongly, stronger than I thought they were capable of, it pushed the door back, knocking me to the ground. I scrambled to my feet and pulled out my gun. Thank God Laura didn’t take it. Or was it Laura? A monster grabbed my arm and I shot, making it release me. They all started to advance upon me. I looked both ways. I couldn’t go back where I came. I started to run. They followed me, footsteps becoming louder and louder. They chased me, pursued me.