Fear

Fear.

That single phrase, written in blood, caused a multitude of emotions within me. Emotions like confusion at what it was supposed to mean, disgust at the fact that someone used their own blood just to write 'fear'.

Fear. Ironic, isn't it?

Getting up, I shone my flashlight into the hallway. Right as I did so, the once dark hallway became illuminated by the overhead lights turning on. The bright flash blinded me, causing me to drop the flash light. My vision became blurry for a couple seconds. Not wanting to fall or trip, I stood ramrod still and got my hand to rest against the walls of the elevator.

After what feels like a hour, my vision cleared up as I grabbed my flashlight off the ground. Looking ahead, the sight before me leaves me with only one thing to say.

"Holy shit"

The entire hallway looked like a small war zone. Objects were flung about, blood smeared the floors and walls, and bodies similar to the one from before were strewn about. I could see some bodies with horns, just like the one from before. Some of them even had wings or none at all. They were all pastel colored, with colors ranging from blue to yellow and all of the sort.

Their faces and bodies were all horribly disfigured, with cuts and bruises all over. It was a complete mess and absolutely disgusting. I almost vomited from the sight, but for my own sake I held the puke raising in my mouth back. I didn't want to contribute to the mess.

Getting out of the elevator I began to walk across the ominous hallways. As I moved forward I could hear a light banging originating from some where, although I couldn't see what. As I got farther down the hallway the banging sound became louder. Now I could understand where the sound was originating from.

One of the doors lead to a patients room, room 6D to be exact. As I neared the door the sound quickly became a loud thumping sound. I gulped before turning the door knob. Just as I got near the door, I was almost given a heart attack as the door flew off its hinges and was flung against the wall with what looked like dead looking pony with wings. For future reference, I called them Pegasus.

It was in a common green hospital garb, although it was stained with blood as the red water showered down from the creatures mouth. The door smashed against the wall as the dead Pegasus lumped down against the door, keeping it some what in place. My other hand grasped the fire axe as I waited for something to charge out the door...

Only nothing came out. I worried that it was an ambush; I had to make sure it was safe. My left hand let go of the fire axe as I got my right hand to grab the bottom of the axes. Then I stretched my right arm out toward the flung door and I smacked the blade of the fire axe against the aforementioned door, only for it to slide to the ground and create more sound then I needed. I froze in fear, waiting for something to happen.

I heard a fast thumping sound coming from the vents above me.

"Oh, this going to be fun," I sarcastically mumbled to myself. Just as I said that, one of the "Crawlers" (as I will now call them) came crashing down from the vent.

"Right on cue."

Just as it lunged at me, without any hesitation, I punched it right in the face, sending it crashing into the ground. Before it could do any thing else, I without any hesitation once again, slammed the blade of the axe into its neck, causing its head apart from its body, as spurts of blood, flying from its neck.

Oh I'm going to be suffering so much mental trauma by the end of this

I headed into room 6D to look around for supplies. As I headed in, I looked up at the ceiling and instead of seeing a vent, I see nothing but the padded ceiling. I wondered, if the "Crawler" didn't come from the room, so then what threw the body through the door?

I lingered in the room, searching for any supplies that I might need. The only thing I found was a regular tape recorder, with a knife next to it. I picked it up off the medical table that it was placed on, I throwed away the knife into my bag and I played the recording.

“Aw, thanks, zzZzZZZz. But I haven’t done any pranks today, so I can’t accept your praise.”

“Come on, this isn’t funny.”

“Then why were you laughing?”

"You can’t do this" ZzzZzzzZ

"I know you are and that’s why I’m so happy that I’ve got you here. We get to share your last moments together, just you and me.”

“But, the other ZZzzZzz will wonder where I am. When the ZZzzZZZzz come looking ZzzZZZ "

“Don‘t worry, there are plenty of ZZzzzZ and besides, no one will find out. I mean, how long do you think I’ve been doing this?”

“Oh, no.”

“Like it?”

“I made it myself.”

" I’m sorry if I did anything to you. I didn’t mean it. Please let me go. I promise I won’t tell anybody.”

ZzzzzZZzz

“Is... is that... is... that?”

“Hey, ZZzzZZ "

"I caught her right before she left town. ZzzzZzz-That wasn’t enough time to play with her of course; I had ZzzZZ do that. But boy am I glad I did. It was worth it for the flavor alone."

ZZzzZ

"She lasted a long time, which was a lot of fun for me. I got the chance to play with somebody ZZzzZ-just had to take her tongue out ZzzZ "

“That’s enough reminiscing. It’s time to begin.”

What followed were screams of unbearable agony. I couldn't make out the rest, but I was sure I did not want to find out. Before the horrible recording could continue, I threw the recorder to the ground and raised my foot up. I stomped the recorder, smashing it against my running shoes. I kept on stomping on it until was in pieces. I sighed and rubbed my face.

When I was finished with it, I looked at where the knife was. It was covered in blood, despite it looking crystal clean before The blood looked, fresh, and was still dripping as I bent down and picked it off the ground. I heard a feminine laugh in the distance, a laugh that was filled with absolute malice and insanity. My left hand, the one that I was holding the knife, felt empty, like I wasn't holding the knife any more.

Those assumptions were answered as the knife was no longer in my hands. I hastily left the room and just as I did, I swear I saw the body of the Pegasus from before! I swear that I saw its original orange color change to a sky blue color, but when I blinked it was back to normal. As I turned away to continue onward through the hallway after that little detour, I thought I could here giggling coming from the room behind me.

Walking across the hallway, I was forced to walk through what seemed like a river of bodies. With a horrid stench of death and decay, along with the disfigured and mauled bodies, the second I made it across the hallway I immediately vomited onto the floor. Wiping the vomit off my mouth and flinging it off my gloves, I was meet with a door in front of me, with a sign near it labeled as "Storage".

Opening the door, I backed up a bit as I pulled it back, only to be met with a collection of shelves and crates blocking my way. As I turned my back, I was met with some fort of black fog. I responded appropriately.

"What the fuck," I said.

The black fog went past me as I heard the sound of metal and wood crashing against the wall as I felt something tugging at me. In a matter of seconds I was flung into the room as I slid across the floor, being pulled into the dark room. I watched the black fog bring all the objects to the door, blocking it so there would be no escape.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, OH SHIT!" I yelled out as I felt something lift me off the ground. I felt the wind on my back straight through my hoodie as I was slammed through the floor, as I feel my back slam against the floor of a hospital room, I start to lose consciousness as feel my eyes close.

Just as I fully lose consciousness, I heard laughter. This time, it was male and filled with even more malice and insanity then the one from before.