THE BOOGEYMAN

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

The dreaded feeling that has overtaken me for the better part of this day is creeping up on me once again. My mind wanders into the dark abyss. I think the worst, I mean how can I think anything else of this night. Last year replays in my head, time and time again. It plays like a loop, never leaving my head. It holds me captive, until I can no longer see sight of what’s important.

Time is of the essence, Faye is torn between two decisions. Leave with us and risk losing her job, or stay and hopefully wait out the night in this underground chamber. No matter what she decides, I’ll stand by her. Even if it takes all night, I’m with her.

Faye grabs her lab coat from the back of the chair. It looks as though she has decided to stay. Fine, I’m with her. I can’t leave her and her sister here all the while Michael is stalking the down. He could come here, I can’t take chances. We follow Faye to the freezer, and when I say freezer, I mean where they keep the bodies. She opens the door and see’s a pool of crimson red on the ground.

We look at the middle section of the frozen casket. It appears to be coming from there. Faye approaches cautiously, her hand shaking in fear. I place my hand on hers as we both grab the handle. The rest of the group shake their heads, indicating they are ready for whatever is inside. We pull the freezer door open quickly and the body of Faye’s colleague, Dr Bridges slides out on a table. His neck slashed ear to ear. The group scream in terror as I push the door closed.

“Michael is here” I say worried.

I’ve never seen the look of terror more in my life. Everyone is panting, I feel as if I’m the only one keeping a clear head right now. The worst part about all of this is the group upstairs has no idea. I have to get to them.

“Faye, how many staff members are working tonight?”

“Um, um, a couple. Myself, the security upstairs and three on every floor.”

“Ok, I need to go get everyone else. You guys stay here. Keep the loading bay locked until I come back. Then we make a run for it” I say.

“Please come back” Faye says scared.

I nod and take her key card so I gain access to the elevator. One last look before the doors close behind me and lock them in. I hear the familiar ding again. Level two, time to sweep floor by floor. The plain cream walls and the dimmed lighting really give it a calm feeling, you know, if there wasn’t a unnatural being stalking us from within these walls. Other than that, I’d say nice place.

I grab a butter knife off of a passing trolley. Literally a butter knife. At least it’s better than the remote from last time. I have to stay focused, I can’t let my mind wander. I need to stay alert at all times. I check room by room. Most of the beds are empty, looks like some patients got a lucky checkout. Why the fuck am I here again? How have I found myself in this situation? Me versus Michael fucking Myers.

I walk into another ward. The lights flicker on and off. My gaze draws attention to the light. It’s hard to focus on anything else. I peel back the curtain of a bed. Oh my God, he’s dead. I pull back another curtain, she’s also dead. I go around the room drawing all the curtains. Everyone in here is dead. Cause of death, that I can see is multiple stab wounds and throat slits. How have we let this happen? He just walked in here and done this to all these innocent people. These people did nothing to him, except exist.

I continue my search, room to room. I make my way to the third level, I need to keep going until I find Laurie and the rest of the group. My hands are sweaty, my forehead warm. My nerves attack me, unwillingly. This whole night has me on edge. If I can just try and focus on the task at hand I know I can kill him.

Here I am, level three. Another ward that remains a ghost town. I stumble around the ward, the light flicker on and off. My heart feels like it’s about to burst from my chest. I walk around to the opposite side of the reception desk. I find a scared nurse. She has wrapped herself up in a ball. Her head buried into her knees.

“Are you ok?” I ask concerned.

“He just came in and started killing everyone. It was horrible.”

I pull her from under the desk. She grips a hold of my arm as we continue to sweep the wards. Little to no words are spoken between us. She refused to leave my side as you never know where the Boogeyman is hiding. We make our way to the upper level. The reception desk at this level is also vacant. It’s in darkness, only a few lights act as a candle down it’s deserted hallway.

As we get closer, I spot a trail of blood leading around to the opposite side of the desk. The nurse brushes past me. She swings the chair around to find her co worker dead. Multiple stab wounds in her chest. She breaks to her knees, she grasps the hand of her co worker tightly. She cries in distress, a little to loud for my liking.
“Hey, please you have to be quiet” I ask as nicely as possible.

“Fuck you” she responds.

Bit of a shitty reaction but I can see it from her emotional stand point. I’ll let it slide. I wait another few moments to be respectful, but she’s really not understanding that time is of the essence.

I take her by the hand and look up the hallway. I see him, the Boogeyman. He’s standing tall the end of the hallway. He’s holding a head in his hand, only the head. His burnt overalls and that burnt mask haunt me. The nurse panics, jumping behind me, almost like a shield. Michael stares at me, his breathing is heavy. His chest moves like waves in the ocean. He seems pissed off. I look down at my butter knife and it suddenly seems to have no value. Not when I see Michael with a butchers knife, and a big one at that.

He’s a brute, he seems taller than last time. Ok fuck it, we need to go through him to make it to the stairwell. Logic step, fight him. I have to stick and move, be a hard target, make sure I frustrate him with every swing. He drops the severed head and looks at me. He takes at step forward, as do I. I let him know I’m ready and I won’t be running away. I turn to the nurse behind me.

“Stay close.”

I start walking faster at Michael. He also paces towards me with his knife raised in hand. Holy shit, this is actually about to happen again. So many things race through my mind as we get closer. Oh shit, here comes a swing. Michael swishes the blade past me, I stick and move with a quick combo, the jab, uppercut. It looks to have done no damage. He swipes again as I push to the side, landing a jab, straight. Still nothing. He eats it like a tic-tac.

He tries to grab me with his free hand, I control the wrist and land a six to twelve elbow. He doesn’t even stumble back. I’m literally running out of ideas. I think I’m making him more angry than before. If that’s even possible. I throw a left hand and he catches it. Oh no, I was supposed to only counter. He tries sticking me with that big knife. I somehow manage to grab his wrist and it turns into a struggle for both of us. A battle of push and pull.

I gain the upper hand for a moment. I manage to head-butt him. To my surprise it doesn’t fucking work. He grabs me by the throat throwing me behind him. I hit my head off of the wall. Everything is fuzzy. I’m seeing three of him. This isn’t a position I wanted to find myself in. He doesn’t seem to be attacking me. Instead he turns his focus to the nurse. I do my best to het back to my feet but I’m so groggy. I try using the railings to pull myself up. I can hear her scream in terror and pain. It’s to late, he got her. She’s gone.

I’m eventually pulled up to my feet, but not my Michael. By Allyson. She grabs me and we slam the button for the elevator as Michael gets closer. The door finally opens and I fall inside. Allyson slams on the button as hard as she can. Level eight, must be where everyone is. Michael can’t reach the door in time and it closes on his face. A lucky escape for now. But I’m sure we’ll see him again before this night is over.