Saviour's Hell (Completed)

This Is It

I couldn't close the door fast enough as I tried to make an escape. These creatures came pouring in like a wave, snarling at me as I grabbed Rylie's arm and dragged her with me as I ran to the kitchen, slamming and locking the kitchen door as soon as we cleared the doorway. I immediately began searching frantically for the biggest knife I had in the house.

"Elijah," Rylie asked once I let her go. "What is it?"

"Y-you didn't see them?" I asked fearfully as I flung drawers open, searching.

"See who; the doctors?"

"Those are not doctors; th-those things aren't even human."

"I hardly think doctors are anything less than human."

I found a butcher's cleaver, and raised it just in time for those things to break through the door. "Get behind me, Rylie." I ordered.

"Elijah-"

I cut her off. "Now," I said firmly.

"Elijah, put the knife down." One of the creatures said once they broke through the door.

I was taken aback.

They looked completely human now; no frizzy hair, no sharp yellow teeth, no blood slathered hands or mouths, no claws, no shredded clothing, no beyond deathly pale skin, no sunken in, red rimmed, pewter grey eyes- completely normal and human.

"Please put the knife down." He repeated.

I watched him carefully as he slowly and cautiously approached me. Once he reached arm's length of the knife, I was triggered to start slashing in fear of him hurting me.

He stepped back and quickly raised his hands above his head before the knife could do anything to him; I stopped after one swing.

"Go find out how he was able to obtain that knife; all of the knives should've been locked up." One of the "doctors" muttered to someone next to him, who nodded and left the group.

"Elijah, we're here to help you. We need you to cooperate with us right now; can you do that?" The guy I tried to attack said to me.

"H-help me with what?" I asked a bit shakily.

"Getting better,"

"G-getting better at what?"

"Healing your mental state,"

Is he saying I'm insane? I thought.

"I-I'm not sick." I said.

"What makes you say that?"

"I'm not crazy."

"Do you realize that you've been hallucinating for quite some time now?"

"I don't hallucinate; I'm not crazy."

"Then what were you just running from?"

"I was running from these creatures I saw outside on my front porch."

Three of the "doctors" looked at each other; I just realized there are only four of them.

"Then why aren't they here?"

"I don't know; maybe you guys scared them off or something." Highly unlikely, considering how scary those things looked.

"Could you tell me what these creatures looked like?"

"You should know; you should've seen them."

"I didn't see anything."

"They ran in here from my front porch; how could you not see them?"