The Worst Nightmare I Have Had
I was running down an unfamiliar corridor. Lights were flickering above me, adding to the suspense of the chase. I kept looking behind me to see if I was still being followed, but by what? I couldn't recall, all I had was the sinking feeling that I was not going to make it out alive. As I raced down the hall, I became aware that I was racing for my life down the basement wing of a hospital. Blood was sprayed across the wall. I tried every door I could, but all were locked. At the end of the hall were swinging double doors with circle windows on each. I pushed them open to find I was standing in the morgue. Not knowing what to do, I found a hiding spot near a desk and awaited my pursuer.
As I sat there, trying to catch my breath, I heard a voice emerge from the room. It was a voice that sounded weak and a little drugged.
It called out, "Please, help me. He's coming. Please."
I was paralyzed with fear at the "he" the voice was referring to. I tilted my head to see where the voice was coming from and immediately regretted it. What I saw was a man strapped down to a sterile metal table, looking like his mind was in a haze. I quietly snuck over to the table. I looked at him for a moment, unable to recognize his face, but had the feeling that he was important to me. I was crying as I grasped at the chains that strapped him down, clawing at the lock trying my best to release him from this hell.
Suddenly, heavy footsteps began to echo down the long hallway outside. Time was running out and I couldn't find a key to open the locks. I rushed around the room but I could not find the key anywhere. The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and I didn't have time to make it back to my old hiding spot. I hid under the table closest to the strapped-down man and held my breath.
The door slammed open and a heavy, evil laugh filled the room. Heavy boots stomped across the room, making their way toward the slab.
"Too bad I couldn't find your friend, she's going to miss all the fun! Don't think I've forgotten about you too. I only gave you enough drugs to put you in a bit of a daze, you'll be awake the entire time."
Soft whimpers came from the young man.
"Don't cry, it will be over soon!" laughed the man, making it apparent that it was going to be anything but.
A surgical tray was rolled over and clanged with metal tools. From my hiding spot, I could see a meaty hand pick up a sharp scalpel. The next part was terrible, the sound of slicing and tearing of skin permeated my ears. Grunts and moans from the young man, who could feel and see everything, were horrific to hear. Other instruments were picked up, including what looked like giant garden clippers to snap his ribs in two. I could hear him rip the skin apart with his hands, somehow getting satisfaction from the whole experience.
The room suddenly became quiet, too quiet. I could no longer hear the sounds of the awful sins that were being committed. I wiped the tears from my face, only then to be greeted by a creepy face. The figure had dark eyes that looked like they were swirling around. He had a twisted mouth that housed sharp, pointed teeth.
With a hiss, he said, "There you are, it's your turn now!" and stuck me in the neck with a needle.