Terror Trap

Chapter Nine. The Doctor Is In.

Running down what seemed to me was miles of hallway, we finally came to a stop somewhere in my house. "Pretty sure... That we didn't... Pay for this... In the contract." I panted, hands on my knees.I looked up, and saw Victor glaring at me. "Don't give me that look, man. I'm in as much trouble as you guys are." Ivan flipped me a hand gesture, causing Ali to laugh. "Shut it, you guys!" I hissed at them, waving my hands at them, listening to the hallway. With everyone silent, I could hear it.

Scuff... scuff... scuff..

The sound was too small to be out pursuer, so we stood motionless, waiting for the thing to emerge from the gaping darkness that was in front of us. "What is that?" Ail asked quietly. "It sounds like rubber shoes along the floor. It seemed like a eternity before the source of the sound revealed itself. A girl in all too familiar nurses outfit shuffled up with her head hung down, her costume seeming to fit her much more appropriately than when I saw her what would be a few minutes ago in normal time. "S-Sarah?" Ivan said quietly, making her head jerk up spasmodically, and staring at us with bright green eyes.

Oh no... Not her...

"Okay, Who's afraid of the doctor?" Victor joked, looking around at the rest of us, who merely shook our heads in unison. "Sorry, Nurse. Looks like you didn't need to make a house call after all." Victor said with a smug look on his face. Sarah laughed and spoke, her voice seeming to echo in the massive hallway, despite her quiet tone.  "It's time for your yearly shot." She said, and tilted her head to the side, allowing a massive needle the size of a pipe shoot by her, and impale its tip into Ivans body.

Ivan... is afraid of needles?

"IVAN!" I yelled, stepping forward, only to be grabbed by the back of my scrubs. "G... go.. beat the game.. beat him..." Ivan says weakly, looking back at us. Sarah laughed and snapped her fingers, making Ivan scream as a loud sucking noise was heard, and he seemed to shrivel as the faint outline of the needle sucked up what I could only assume to be his bodily fluids and everything vital to living.

My god... we were really in hell..

Running, all I could hear was Ivan's screams and Sarah's demented laughing as we ran down the hallway, and into a room, turning and locking the door behind us.