The cold air smacked me on the face as soon asmy eyes opened. This tall elderly lady stood in front of me. Her hair was whitelike snow, her eyes were grey almost like mines. She laid her weak hand on myforehead. "How are you dear?" she asked quavering. I stayed silent staring intoher eyes. "Do... do you know where you are?" she said. I still didn't say a word."You're in a mental hospital.....and..." "Hello Miss. Bostwick how are youfeeling?" A nurse walked in cutting off the words from the elderly lady. Ilooked at the nurse suspiciously and then back at the elderly lady. The nursewas a young women, short brown hair and green eyes; with a very stressful lookon her face, very pretty though, she seemed very confused and walked up to mybed, she then began changing somethings in the machines. I kept observing theelderly lady, she had a big pearl necklace encompassing her neck "rich she mustbe" I thought. Apart from that she seemed very normal to my eyes, ill guess shewas about 78 years old. But something about her gave me bad vibes, I don't knowwhat it was but I felt very uncomfortable with her around me. As I looked ather necklace I noticed she was also examining me, we made eye contact for a fewminutes and I felt the hatred coming out from her eyes, I could sense amalevolent feeling. I looked away after a few minutes, but her eyes stillpenetrated my skin. The young nurse left and the old lady followed. I was leftalone in the room but the ghost from the old lady felt as if it was stillstanding there. A bird knocked on the glass window making me snap from mythoughts. I stared at the bird and images from the horrendous nightmare I had, camepopping in my head. They stumbled my brain and played with my feelings. I shookmy head side to side trying to get the pictures out. Loud screams ran out mythroat and I couldn't control them. I felt my legs shaking and my heart beatingfaster. Suddenly 6 arms grabbed my body and I fought back I felt my nailsscratching into someone's skin but I couldn't tell who it was as my eyes keptclosed. A needle punctured my arm causing me to loose sense of time. I finallyopened my eyes but everything looked blurry, I could figure the people but nottheir faces.
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The monster in the walls.
Mystery / ThrillerAfter trying to commit suicide Janice Bostwick was sent to a mental hospital. The question of why the cops where looking for her and why she tried suicide where empty, as not even herself could remember why. Does she remember? is she really this muc...