The Untold story Of Freddy (Updating)

To the reality

It's already Friday and Margo just postponed the movies, she texted me last night but I just remembered it after I have packed everything up, myself. Since I have nothing else to do, I guess, giving Bernard a visit won't hurt. Margo texted me that he's in the Elkwood Hospital, 5 blocks away from our home. Maybe she's right there sitting beside Bernard. Crying.

At the hospital

The nurse said that Bernard Jerry is in room 665, well of course it's in 6th floor, you can figure it out for yourself. As I walk inside the elevator, the smell of rotting rat welcomed me. I don't have any option so I took the express way up, but the hardest in exchange. After the door closses, the elevator climbed up but the lights flickers. That's when the rotting smell became more unbearable.

When I look up to the level indicator, it's already in second floor... 3rd floor... then in 4th floor... 5th floor...

"Ting!"

The elevator stopped at 5th floor and the lights shut down, the only thing that gives me visibility are the numbers beside the door. The smell became stronger.

I tried pushing the bell button at the bottom of the numbers, but it didn't work, that's when I started panicking. I punched the doors and tried kicking it,  but it won't open, that's the time I started shouting. Imagine you were me, locked up in an elevator with no lights and with a horrible smell. I don't think neither one of us will last in an hour with that smell,  I don't think so.

Maybe the panicking didn't helped, but at least I remembered I have a phone, and as the light flashes to my eyes, it gave me hope. I called Margo but it says that I don't have a signal, I don't think that this is a good sign.

I looked up at the ceiling and luckily, it has a small opening on it. I started to jump and I held on to the sides of it, then I pulled myself up to the hole. I fit inside. But when I was about to lift my feet up, someone grabbed me by my legs, it's fingers digged deep into my flesh and quickly pulled me down to the floor, both of my arms got scraped by the opening of the ceiling.

I sat at the corner and crossed both of my arms to stop the bleeding. I groaned and took deeps breaths to control the pain, but  not my situation. The man who dragged me down knelt in front of me, but I can't see his face, only a black figure-blacker than the darkness occupying the elevator-is what I can see. Then, he started to wrap his fingers around my neck. He raised me up high.

When I place my hands on his hands, it was cold, so cold like I am holding a frozen meat taken out of the freezer. His figure became shorter just like the height of a teenage guy, like me. Then he started laughing and laughing while he is choking me. I pleaded for my life

"Please...!"

I spoke with little air that I got

"... don't kill me!"

Then he stopped laughing, I can feel his eyes looking straight at me so I closed mine, in hoping not to see his face. Then he slammed me to the ground. I coughed and breath as fast as I could just to catch some air, but I don't think he will stop at that. The guy standing in front of me stood perfectly still.

For a few minutes of being stared by the guy, he started to kneel down again. He looked at me in the eye and leaned his face close to mine. I can feel his cold breath. Then he spoke

"But you..."

He slowly speaks with a deep voice

"...killed..."

He placed his mouth beside my right ear. I can see his cheek. It's black, it's rotting and falling. I can see some of his hair. It's thin. Then he speaks

"...me...!"

Then he slowly stood up, turned around, and for a few seconds he stood there, turned away from me. Then he ran towards me and kicked my face and my stomach repeatedly. He started repeating some words that I don't understand. He started shouting some words I don't understand. But all that I can understand is his last words

"Why do you have to kill me!"
"Why do you have to kill me!"
"Why do you have to kill me!"

Over and over his words echoed in my mind, until the elevator was opened. A blinding light made the guy disappear, but not his words. The maintenance men helped me up from the corner of the elevator, they leaned my back against the wall and checked my pulse. I'm alive. I know I'm alive, but I'm not sure until when.

A guy asked me if I'm alright and I said yes, and when I touch my face, there is no blood, not even a single scratch. I touched my ribs, none of it were broken, they were all perfect. Then I stood up, walked up to the stairs and looked for Bernard's room. Bearly keeping my sanity controlled.

As I walk to the hallways of the hospital, the thought of killing someone doesn't ring any bell to me. I didn't killed anyone, not even someone. I swear I didn't, but the guy's words made me doubt myself that I didn't killed anyone.

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