Post by Ellie on Feb 28, 2005 17:14:20 GMT -5
The closet was dark when she opened her hazel brown eyes. She became instantly alert as she looked around. Why was she in the closet. And then she remembered the screams, the shouts, and the pain. Her heart started to race as partial memories came back. And then she heard it, the laugh.
“Oh god,” she whispered her hand going to her mouth. “Not again.”<br>
She noticed something slimy on her face. She tried to smear it off, but there just seemed to be more. She stood up, her body shaking. Her quivering hand went to the doorknob, and she turned it pushing it open. The light hit her jabbing sharp needles into her eyes. She shaded them with her hand. And at first she thought it was the sun that made her hand look red, but as she looked closer she noticed that it was red. She pulled it away so she could fully look at them and saw they were covered in red goo. That’s what was on her face.
She didn’t want to scream. She didn’t want HER to find her. She looked around the “fun room” as they had called it. The empty puzzle and game tables were empty, which was odd for this time of day. She went to the bright window blinking down. The mental hospital, had been her last chance. She saw no one outside wondering the overgrown lawn. She did notice a shoe on the walkway to her right. Marry Matter’s left shoe. She only wore her left shoe, and for fun she would throw it out her window.
She turned to leave the dead room. She wanted to find someone. She needed to see what was going on, and it wasn’t happening again. And then she heard it, the laughter. That maddening laughter was behind her. Her heart sped up and she started to run down the hallway. It darkened around her as she got further into the building. The florescent lights weren’t on. She started to slow down, looking around her surroundings.
The power seemed to be out as she got to the elevator. The doors were gaping open, but there was no elevator. It was the shaft. She looked inside to peek and saw the elevator at the bottom. But it was the dead body on top of it that made her turn around quickly.
That maddening laughter came down the hall. Frighted she started to run again. She made it to the stairwell, and flung it open. She started down the steps and made it to the first level where she tripped over the fire ax. She got to her feet and looked down at it. She noticed it was covered in blood. She took in a deep breath, and let it out slowly. Where was SHE? Was SHE above her or on this level? How long had she’d been in the closet?
She opened the door slowly peeking in. She frowned at the empty hall.
“Hello,” she said in a whisper. “Hello.”<br>
Where was everyone? Other then the dead body in the elevator shaft she seemed to be the only person her in the hospital. Maybe they were in the cafeteria. Yeah, right, her brain answered. Why would they be in there? Someone would have noticed the dead person laying on the elevator. Or would they? She pushed open the door. A few hospital food trays lay on the baby blue tables. She walked passed them, looking at the food. Jell-O. She hated Jell-O.
She pushed open the door to the kitchen. And stopped. A big dead pig lay on the counter. It’s stomach slashed open, its intestines bugling out. She turned away from the stench that threatened to overwhelm her stomach. It was then that she remembered the guards desk. There was always a guard. She walked quickly out of the cafeteria, and down the darkened hall.
“Joe?” She said turning the corner.
It was morning, so it was Joe’s shift. She stopped. Brian sat on the swivel chair behind the desk. His head was pulled back. A syringe pocked out of his neck. She went to the gate that led to the outside, but stopped. On the floor lay Joe. His back tore open reveling splinters of his spine. Well that’s why the ax was all covered in blood.
Her head spun. The laughter came from the stairwell. She turned without thinking. She ran down the hall and hit the other flight of stairs. She hit the ground and walked into the door, not thinking. On the desk was a bed pan, and something was in it. As she got closer she noticed it was a kidney. A lit candle was pushed into it, making it look like a freaky birthday cake.
She walked into the next room, shock treatment. Nurse Grace lay on the table. She looked like a man. And Georgian Peach said she looked a lot like a fat George Clooney. She didn’t think the nurse looked much like anyone now just dead. Her eyes wide, her face pinched in pain. The defibulater paddles lay on her chest.
Her mind started to swirl as she made her way more into the hall the laughter came again. And she ran. She pushed her way into the morgue without really thinking. Her mind going into a form of shock, withdrawing. What had she Done. She stopped looking at herself in the mirror on the wall.
Her black hair was pasted to her head, she was covered in blood and other bodily fluids. She had a split lip, but it didn’t hurt, and she must have gotten it tripping over the ax. It was her eyes that she stared at. They didn’t look like her eyes, and she knew her eyes.
“Well they are,” her reflection said.
She took a step back. “I didn’t say that,” she said.
“But of course you did. How do you think you got covered in blood?”<br>
Her hands went to her ears. “I’m not listening.”<br>
“Don’t listen remember.”<br>
She shook her head. “No.” But she couldn’t help the flashbacks. She let her hands fall to her side and looked at herself. Her head moved from side to side.
“Did you bring the cake?” her reflection asked.
She shook her head. “Why?”<br>
“Look behind you silly. Everyone’s here for your birthday.”<br>
She turned. Every patient was there, dead eyes watching her. She screamed. And then the screaming became laughter. And as she laughed the sirens could be heard coming for her. She looked at the mirror. “More guests.”<br>
She looked at herself and smiled brightly. “I like birthdays.”
“Oh god,” she whispered her hand going to her mouth. “Not again.”<br>
She noticed something slimy on her face. She tried to smear it off, but there just seemed to be more. She stood up, her body shaking. Her quivering hand went to the doorknob, and she turned it pushing it open. The light hit her jabbing sharp needles into her eyes. She shaded them with her hand. And at first she thought it was the sun that made her hand look red, but as she looked closer she noticed that it was red. She pulled it away so she could fully look at them and saw they were covered in red goo. That’s what was on her face.
She didn’t want to scream. She didn’t want HER to find her. She looked around the “fun room” as they had called it. The empty puzzle and game tables were empty, which was odd for this time of day. She went to the bright window blinking down. The mental hospital, had been her last chance. She saw no one outside wondering the overgrown lawn. She did notice a shoe on the walkway to her right. Marry Matter’s left shoe. She only wore her left shoe, and for fun she would throw it out her window.
She turned to leave the dead room. She wanted to find someone. She needed to see what was going on, and it wasn’t happening again. And then she heard it, the laughter. That maddening laughter was behind her. Her heart sped up and she started to run down the hallway. It darkened around her as she got further into the building. The florescent lights weren’t on. She started to slow down, looking around her surroundings.
The power seemed to be out as she got to the elevator. The doors were gaping open, but there was no elevator. It was the shaft. She looked inside to peek and saw the elevator at the bottom. But it was the dead body on top of it that made her turn around quickly.
That maddening laughter came down the hall. Frighted she started to run again. She made it to the stairwell, and flung it open. She started down the steps and made it to the first level where she tripped over the fire ax. She got to her feet and looked down at it. She noticed it was covered in blood. She took in a deep breath, and let it out slowly. Where was SHE? Was SHE above her or on this level? How long had she’d been in the closet?
She opened the door slowly peeking in. She frowned at the empty hall.
“Hello,” she said in a whisper. “Hello.”<br>
Where was everyone? Other then the dead body in the elevator shaft she seemed to be the only person her in the hospital. Maybe they were in the cafeteria. Yeah, right, her brain answered. Why would they be in there? Someone would have noticed the dead person laying on the elevator. Or would they? She pushed open the door. A few hospital food trays lay on the baby blue tables. She walked passed them, looking at the food. Jell-O. She hated Jell-O.
She pushed open the door to the kitchen. And stopped. A big dead pig lay on the counter. It’s stomach slashed open, its intestines bugling out. She turned away from the stench that threatened to overwhelm her stomach. It was then that she remembered the guards desk. There was always a guard. She walked quickly out of the cafeteria, and down the darkened hall.
“Joe?” She said turning the corner.
It was morning, so it was Joe’s shift. She stopped. Brian sat on the swivel chair behind the desk. His head was pulled back. A syringe pocked out of his neck. She went to the gate that led to the outside, but stopped. On the floor lay Joe. His back tore open reveling splinters of his spine. Well that’s why the ax was all covered in blood.
Her head spun. The laughter came from the stairwell. She turned without thinking. She ran down the hall and hit the other flight of stairs. She hit the ground and walked into the door, not thinking. On the desk was a bed pan, and something was in it. As she got closer she noticed it was a kidney. A lit candle was pushed into it, making it look like a freaky birthday cake.
She walked into the next room, shock treatment. Nurse Grace lay on the table. She looked like a man. And Georgian Peach said she looked a lot like a fat George Clooney. She didn’t think the nurse looked much like anyone now just dead. Her eyes wide, her face pinched in pain. The defibulater paddles lay on her chest.
Her mind started to swirl as she made her way more into the hall the laughter came again. And she ran. She pushed her way into the morgue without really thinking. Her mind going into a form of shock, withdrawing. What had she Done. She stopped looking at herself in the mirror on the wall.
Her black hair was pasted to her head, she was covered in blood and other bodily fluids. She had a split lip, but it didn’t hurt, and she must have gotten it tripping over the ax. It was her eyes that she stared at. They didn’t look like her eyes, and she knew her eyes.
“Well they are,” her reflection said.
She took a step back. “I didn’t say that,” she said.
“But of course you did. How do you think you got covered in blood?”<br>
Her hands went to her ears. “I’m not listening.”<br>
“Don’t listen remember.”<br>
She shook her head. “No.” But she couldn’t help the flashbacks. She let her hands fall to her side and looked at herself. Her head moved from side to side.
“Did you bring the cake?” her reflection asked.
She shook her head. “Why?”<br>
“Look behind you silly. Everyone’s here for your birthday.”<br>
She turned. Every patient was there, dead eyes watching her. She screamed. And then the screaming became laughter. And as she laughed the sirens could be heard coming for her. She looked at the mirror. “More guests.”<br>
She looked at herself and smiled brightly. “I like birthdays.”