The Hospital Visit

Noire miserably and tardily walked towards the old psychiatric ward while thinking about how she was fed up with her boring life. ‘Wake up, have cereal, go to school, come to the hospital, have dinner, sleep, wake up, have cere….’

But finally, after an immense amount of speed-walking and a walk down an unhappy memory lane, she reached the cold, metal door of the psychiatric ward. Noire pushed the door open with her cold, tired hands.

The smiling face of her mother in an ancient, squeaky wheelchair greeted her at first. Noire was a bit startled. Then she got an unusually strange feeling creeping up her petite spine; just as she started to look back…THUDD… she felt a terrible and shockingly dreadful pain at the back of her black-haired head…

Noire opened her hazel blue eyes. The scene that lay in front of her was familiar but weird. The walls looked old and dusty, it’s paint fading away in the dark, and a red thick liquid dripping from the ceiling….it looked like blood. GASP! There was a woman in a white, dirty dress smiling eerily at her. The woman’s eyes were as black as night. The eccentric woman’s eyes seem to be distant but here at the same time. Noire decided to walk to the woman, ask her if she needed help but then thought otherwise.

Then another horror struck her; A giant, dark, strange looking creature was stuck to the wall. Noire was able to see its blood-covered bones that were seemingly once white. Noire had never seen or heard anything about a creature this disgusting and repulsive. She walked into the room which was next to the one she was in, there she saw something unbelievable. A young girl, probably 13, with blonde hair was sitting on the floor crying repeatedly, “He killed me, he killed me, he killed me.” Noire looked away instantly; she wasn’t able to see such a miserable sight, after all she was only a child. Next in this bone-chilling series, A foul smell crept up her nose; it smelled like rusted metal, a rotten egg and…and….blood.

She backed up slowly, afraid not to disturb the miserable, crying girl. And when she turned around a small gasp escaped her dry mouth. Where there had been one lone woman there were 3…now 4…..now 3 men. And all were smiling ear to ear. Tracking her with their bloodshot eyes.

She ran into the next disintegrating room. There, she had a minor heart attack! A horrible feeling settled in her gut. It was her mom, standing, not in a wheelchair, but standing. Her mom's once azure blue eyes were now black and her dull hospital gown was covered with thick, slippery blood, her bony hands covered in the same dark, red blood. Her legs were twisted. Her mom's dry lips slowly parted and these words escaped her mouth ‘go wherever you like but don’t look anyone in the eye.’ Noire felt so sickened that she ran out of the disgusting room.

She kept running and running, faster than ever and finally when she was as far as possible from her demon-like mother. She stopped. She looked around slowly, making sure not to make any sudden movements. Then, she felt a cold breath on her neck, a shiver ran down her spine. She spun around, no one was there. She wandered further into the room and soon discovered that this room was the medical records of unfortunate, dead patients. She picked up a file and opened its rusty cover. The file was for a patient called Parker Crane, the image was an old white haired man, it looked like the aged man had a permanent grim frown settled on his wrinkled face. Then, she felt the cold breath on her neck once again, she turned instantly, and she saw the aged man, staring straight into her petrified eyes. She immediately looked down onto the record and saw “Date of Death: 11 February 1082 BCE” AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH. Noire ran down the hall less than a nanosecond later followed by all the young, old and ancient patients.

“DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE” screamed the other dead patients while running after her. Noire ran and ran and ran till her legs felt like they were going to fall off. Tears falling from her hazel eyes She dashed into the psychiatric ward and felt something iron-hard hit her head once again. Noire opened her wet, hazel eyes and saw her mother, her real mother and hugged her with pure delight, harder than ever before. A second later,, she realised that she had the record of the late Parker Crane in her colourless, pale hands. Curious, she peeped into the next room and saw the name of the patient next door written in bold, black letters………….PARKER CRANE.

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