Nurse Of Nightmares [ slashers x reader ]

Left in the dark, learning the past

(sorry for the late chapter!! I've been kind of busy)

As you ran away from the door and room itself, you felt sick and overwhelmed to say the least. You had so many questions and you just wanted to cry and forget this even happened, you wanted this all the be dream. Why did you have to take this job? You didn't know the answer to that, but you felt like you had to know... so why didn't you?   

As you felt you couldn't breathe your running turned into slow walking and then you just stopped. You stood there what felt like days, years even. You tried to calm down and take deep breaths, which worked halfway. After you calmed down you tried to think about what you should do next, which you desperately needed to decide. Going for the best decision you started to walk to Dr. Loomis's work room to hopefully find some answers to all your questions.

The walk was overwhelming to say the least, you didn't know what to think anymore to be honest. This all seemed like a dream, a nightmare. A nightmare you couldn't wake up from.

When you reached the room, you stood there. You didn't want to believe he was dead; you didn't want to believe anything. you opened the room and walked in, the room was large and smelled like cherry blossoms and cheap body spray. It was quiet. it was peaceful even. 

After looking around for anything that might help you, you found a book in a locked safe you cracked open. The book had no writing on the front cover and looked really old. You took a deep breath, sat on the floor facing the door and desk and opened the book.

Opening the cover, there was a written note that fell out. You picked it up and read it.

"To whoever reads this book, just know that you will find out things you only see in movies... you will see things that will give you nightmares and you will see things that happened to me. I want to tell my story... and Ihope you will want to listen to my story."

The letter gave you chills, the handwriting made you feel so uneasy... it looked like it was written in brownish red ink that didn't dry right. The look of the letter made you feel uneasy all together.

Putting the letter down you began to pick the book back up, turning to the first page you started to read.

"Day 1. June 5th 1987..

I don't know who will be able to read this, but I hope someone will soon. I'm trapped somewhere and honestly, I don't even know what happened. i was walking in the park, and the next thing i know i was getting jumped by god knows who. I pasted out after so i really don't know what all happened but I'm sore and my body feels like it just woke from a 400-year nap. the only things i had on me was my watch and my bag. I'm guessing at the date but I can't be off by that much... maybe I don't know anymore."

You fliped a page 

"Day 4? I dont Know

I haven't seen anyone and I'm locked in a room with a blue door and I keep hearing scratching in the walls. God i hope I'm going insane. I don't wanna write anymore tho"

"Day 12

Ive not been writting even tho i know i need to but i just dont have the mind to. There was a man here today, he opened the door and just stood there. he made me want to cry... i want to go home"

"Day 13 

the man was back, he walked to me and stood in front of me. he left the door open so i tried to walk past him but when i did he started screaming and I stayed where i was and just cried. after he screamed in walked another person and he gave me a shot. i just let it happened, i didnt know what else i couldv'e done. Fight? no im too weak to even walk to be honest."

The more you read the more you felt sick... you had to keep reading tho, you know you did

"Day 26 

I dont want to stay here anymore, i dont want to write either. they keep giving me the shot and are doing more now. i hate it, they know how to get under my skin

i dont know what the shots are for and my watch isn't working now. the room smells of rotting flesh and blood, it makes me sick to my stomach and the scratching is getting worse. the man put a chair in the room and made me sit in it. i dont know what there doing to me"

"Day 29

i cant take anymore of this, new men came today and did ungodly things to me. Thay talked to me in a way i didnt like at all and they... god i dont even want to recall what they did. please save me god, please please please 

"Day 34 

im going insane at this point and i want to cry, i dont even know how long ive been here but i want out. everyday new men come in and do things to me you couldn't even imagine. i dont want to live anymore, im going to kill myself if i get the chance. i want to die, dying would be better then this. My body doesnt feel like its mine anymore, i look pale and skinny, i hope i die of staving."

"Day 57 

I havent been writting, i dont want too anymore. I know i wont live much longer, i hope i dont. they moved me to a different room. one with tools and it looks like a Docters office. They strapped me to the bed and told me to be a good girl. i hate everything. when will this be over? oh god i hear them.. please help me

I cant hear anything.. they came back with a Doctor looking person and... i wish i just stayed in that room with the blue door. That was better then this, they made me into a monster, they made me into something you would laugh at. they made me into something, a thing

i cant talk and its hard to write, i feel bad. there back... please god help me. HELP ME"

That was the last page and you sat there for a while... Was she the monster? What in the fuck was happening?