Amateur is the word to describe Iris, the predator always hunts down the prey furthest away, hardest to catch Seb likes a challenge, I know that now. Tingling is all I feel in my legs. Rapid footsteps, running pass me, it's Seb, pausing my breaths crouching behind a water cooler and praying he doesn't look left, he continues his journey following signs to the 'battle' block, and sighs of relief fill the air around me. Striding with care down the east wing corridor, I enter the treatment area, 'treatment' is strange word considering the merciless acts that took place here. Desperately holding back any hesitation, I move forward, passing rooms E1,E2 and so on. sounds of pain come from E13, the moans for help are human, but we are alone. Reaching out for the loose door handle with instant regret my hand locks onto the now rusted piece of metal, the door swings open.
I'd never seen so much of it in my life, the walls covered, any equipment left was cloaked with the thick, glossy blood. Too many thoughts popped into my head, what happened here?, where is the remains of whatever was moaning? and who/what done this? the nurse was here. Turning around and heading for the door once wide open now shut. Locked. heavy breathing comes from the corner of the room. A husky voice quietly whispers 'time for your check up'.
the pain is unbearable, she digs her clever in my leg and rips off any skin that she missed the first time .the gentle scrape of her clever moves up my body she is picking what limb to skin next.
I'm torn apart, the feeling of my own blood races towards my throat, breathing isn't an option, there is no room for air, She's killed me and will kill my friends.
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The Nurse
Terrora short story about 4 kids who stay a night in an abandoned hospital with an apparent mental nurse still roaming the halls , can they survive the night? or will she get them. ( remember this is a short story so it wont have loads of parts to it and...
