I’ve been lying here in the semi-darkness for hours now. There is faint moonlight streaming in through the barred curtain-less windows. It’s 1:45 am and there is not much I can do but remain still underneath the cold and crisp antiseptic smelling hospital sheets of the psychiatric ward. You know what the worst part of my situation is? I’m not alone. I’m with two other patients. I can feel them looking at me. Their vacant eyes boring into me like fire cutting through metal. I want to cry and scream, but I know no one will help me. They didn’t believe me last time because they all think I’m mad…delusional. Last time was just as bad yet, these fool doctors and nurses thought it was homicide. Of course, they thought it was merely a case of insanity. A patient gone berserk and unhinged. I was clearly already in the right place, where else where they going to put me?
The patient’s unblinking gaze is focused on me and their mouths hang wide open. There’s the strong scent of blood and I feel paralyzed with fear.
Here’s the thing. The moment I make any hint that I’m not asleep anymore, I’m completely screwed. I will die and there’s nobody around to save me. The doctors are useless. They wouldn’t believe me anyway. They’d just give me a shot and pop pills into me until I shut up and fall back to sleep. That’s what they do here in the ward to keep the patient’s in line, they drug them so heavily they are nothing more than fleshy vegetables. Worse, you end up where I am…in solitary confinement. Trapped in a secure room far removed from the others.
I’ve been trying to think of a way out, but the only idea I have is to rush for the main door and run to the outside world screaming for help, hoping someone will hear me. It’s risky, but if I stay here, I’ll surely die. He’s waiting for me to wake up and see his latest masterpiece.
By now, you’re probably wondering what’s going on. I do get ahead of myself sometimes.
About four hours ago, I heard screaming from the other side of the ward. I got up to check on the noise. I walked barefoot slowly down the linoleum hall, past the health office, and the other patient’s rooms. The night nurse was asleep at the information desk as I tip-toed by. Suddenly, I stepped in something wet. There was blood on the floor. I froze. Terrified, I found the sense to run back to my room, hiding under the sheets like the coward that I am. You see, this happened once before and it wasn’t pretty. I tried to convince myself to go back to sleep. That maybe I was just going crazy or I was having a vivid dream…but I knew I wasn’t.
I heard the door to my tiny room open. Like the scared person that I am, I peeked from under my blankets to see if it had returned. I could see it dragging two dead women into the room. This thing was not human, I can tell you that. It was large and hairless with no eyes and no clothing. It walked like a caveman, slowly with its back hunched, as it dragged the women who dangled like rag dolls from its razor like claws. But, this thing was much smarter than any caveman. It knew exactly what it was doing and what it wanted.
It propped one of the women up on the edge of my bed and made her face me. The corpse’s grotesque expression frozen in place. It then sat the other woman down in the chair and positioned her toward me as well. The creature then started rubbing its large gnarled hands upon the walls, painting them with blood and then drew a circle with the devil’s pentagram inside it. This thing had created a blood masterpiece. To finish it off, it scribbled a message onto the wall that I could not make out clearly in the darkness.
The monstrous creature then went over to stand in the corner of the room, watching and waiting to strike.
The scariest thing now, my vision has adjusted to the darkness as I continued to peek through the slits of my barely open eyes. I can now read the message the creature left upon the wall. I’m afraid to focus on it, because it’s terrifying to think about. Last time, they thought it was me…they thought I did it. I knew the carnage that was in this room as the smell of death grew stronger. But, I forced myself to look. I need to see it before I am killed.