I wrote this because my Nana had told me stories and she told me it would work well as a book. She'd practically begged for it to be in here. I wish I could write this better but I don't have the strongest heart to tell her story, maybe one day I'll find it easier. Hopefully one day I can give her the story she deserves.
But this is for the women I owe my life to, this is for my hero, my angel.
Sitting up from the padded floor, I looked up at the mirror. Staring through it knowing there was somebody behind it.
As long as I didn't speak, everything would be fine. I just need to keep as quiet as I can.
"Hello Harry." Calm and quiet. It was in my best interest to not fight it. "We're just here to run a few tests."
"You signed this contract," she holds it up to the glass, their masks covering g their faces. "Do you remember this?" Their voices were distorted and I can't think if it's me or if it's their fault. "Just nod." I did as she said.
"Okay good. Are you ready for your tests?" I nod again. Standing up slowly. Turning to face the door. Watching the door handle slowly turn. "Remember, your time is up. You are not safe."
I had to be quiet, that's all I knew. I had so many years of these in my past, I knew that no matter what, I could get out.
It was just a case of getting out of this one alive.
I'm 18, my life is in my own hands today. I could hear them walking around, the static from the tv and the thing was following me. I could feel it. It wasn't behind me.
It knew my every move so there's no point trying to make myself look hidden.
It was above me, I needed to get somewhere higher. Turning around, I found its red eyes staring from the hallway I needed.
As long as I stayed quiet, I would be fine. "Let me out!" The girl cried. I'd listened to my friend's voices for hours on end with my eyes closed, I didn't know this one.
This one was fake. I can hear it click after the tape finishes. But the clicking didn't stop.
Looking closer at the eyes, I found the sound came from where they were. The red eyes were lights. Which meant that whatever was after was somewhere that I couldn't see.
God I hated this time of the year.
Stepping over the glass, I looked in through the office door, all the old equipment still sat on the desks from when they left.
It was in front of me. I still to this day have no idea what it is. Or if it's a person.
Taking the bat from the floor, I slowly make my way down through the hospital.
Walking and walking until I found that the place had slowly become somewhat of a place I could just sit.
Hearing the sound of the broken glass being stepped on. I completely froze in my place.
Looking down at my feet I felt myself slowly start to get cold. I didn't know where to go, I didn't know what to do. I felt like I could hear people. More than the people in the office.
"You need to move on Harry." They were never allowed to call us by name.
But then again, we were never supposed to cry.
I'm not sure what to do. I don't know here to go. I'd spent so many years running from the noises. They were never supposed to show their experiments.
I'd wondered if she had done this on purpose. Looking up at the camera, I tilt my head.
Watching the camera move, as if she was nodding her head. Aiming the gun at the camera, I watched it stop.
