The Unlocked RoomA Story by EllayAnother horror-ish story, for another contest. I'm still expanding on it though, probably going to make it a bit longer. Also, I will try to fix the tenses, which tend to flip between past and present
The door was unlocked.
That's what scared me the most. All the doors so far in this creepy as hell hospital had all been locked, but not this one. I had asked the previous owner where he had the keys so I could see all the rooms, but the room where he said they were stored was locked as well. But I really need this place, so I began to search for any rooms that were left open. I don't even know why I'm scared, though, this is what I wanted to find. An unlocked room. The door knob easy turned, with absolutely no resistance. I peeked in the room, prepared to see something utterly terrifying. But all there was was the standard hospital room furniture. A white sheeted bed, a few chairs for visitors, and an old TV hanging by a few wires on the wall. Letting out a sigh of relief, I stepped into the room of St Vista's Hospital, my heart pounding at a million miles an hour. Every time I stepped on a creaking floorboard, my heart jumped into my throat. This place closed down twenty years ago, and since no one needed it, I decided to rebuild and refurbish the place as a luxury hotel. I didn't anticipate the building being so unstable though. But with a little room re-sizing and a definite change in, well, everything, this place could be outstanding. If only all the rooms weren't locked... A small squeak startled me from my day dreaming, making me jump. I looked down at my feet to see a little rat nibbling on my designer heels. I shook it off, making a mental note to call in an exterminator before making this place into my dream hotel. I took one last look of Room 666 before making my way back to the door. I tried to turn the knob, but it was stuck fast. Must be rust or something... But no matter how hard I twisted the knob, it held fast. I pounded on the door, calling out to my partner who had accompanied me here, but no one answered. I could feel my panic level rising, and sweat began to bead down my forehead. It was the middle of the summer, and I was already sweltering hot. But I knew this was the fear induced perspiration. I tried everything i could, even going so far as I ram my body into the door, but it would budge. After what felt like hours of screaming and pounding, I gave up. Bertha was probably long gone by now, probably assuming I went home without telling her. My throat and hands were sore, and I was immensely tired. It probably wasn't safe to sleep here though, with all the rats and God knows what else. But it has been days since my last rest, and my eyelids were practically falling already. I guess a little nap wont hurt. I lay down on the bed, and immediately fell asleep. However, what fell like mere moments later, I was awoken by someone shaking my arm, trying to pull me off the bed. Assuming it was Bertha or maybe even the police, I said "Its about time. I..." When my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I immediately froze. It was neither Bertha, nor the police, but a little boy. He was holding a ragged, old teddy bear, tears streaming down his face. I sat up in an instant, and kneeled in front of the boy. He looked no more than five or six years old. "What are you doing here, sweetie? Are you lost?" He shook his head. "You" Confusion overwhelmed me. "Me?" He nodded, and gave me a small, sad smile. "You are lost. I will lead you to freedom." Freedom? That sounds strange, especially from a little boy. How does he know he way around here? "I'm sorry, but I don't understand." "We can help you. Please follow me." He began walking away from me, and out of sheer curiosity, I followed him. But I couldn't help be a little creeped out. He said we. Who else is with him? Friends? Family? He reached the door, and went for the knob. "Honey, that doesn't..." But it opened when he turned it. My eyes widened in surprise, and my mouth gaped open. He stepped out into the hallway, and for a moment I considered not following him. But in the end, I followed him. I mean, he's a little boy, how much harm ban he really cause. As soon as I walked out of the room, the boy stopped. He was as still as a statue, his eyes wide. He uttered one word before practically melting where he stood. "They're here.." At this point, I was about ready to pee my pants. Grown woman or not, I was scared stiff, and felt like I was a little girl again. Small and helpless, even though I didn't know what was coming my way. I felt a cold chill on my neck, and screamed. I could barely take all of this. The creepy boy, the chill, now what?! A deep laugh echoed through the hallway. I wanted to go back into the room, but knew that if that door closed, it probably wouldn't open again. I was trapped, only waiting for death to claim me. I felt some immense pressure in my head, causing me to fall to my knees in pain. Blood poured out of my nose, ears and mouth. Even my eyes began to bleed. My lungs felt as if they were collapsing on themselves, and I gasped for air. The person laughed again, and in my last moments of life, I saw that it wasn't human. It was some demon, with glowing red eyes and a shadow-like body. " Sweet dreams b***h." I toppled to the floor, blood pooling around my body, as I finally ran out of any air, and departed this world.
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10 Reviews Added on July 8, 2015 Last Updated on July 10, 2015 AuthorEllayNYAboutI'm a young human interested in writing, not as a career, but as a hobby This is a little bit about me I'm now a senior in high school, after having started this account when I was a sophomore. Sc.. more..Writing
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