Hands in the Dark

Chapter Thirteen Worlds of the Living and Dead

Chapter Thirteen Worlds of the Living and Dead

“It is the secret of the world that all things subsist and do not die, but retire a little from sight and afterwards return again. Nothing is dead. People feign themselves dead, and endure mock funerals and mournful obituaries, and there they stand, looking out the window, sound and well in some new disguise.” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Tara looked around in the darkness, she could see, but not much, something about this place was strange.

A light was coming from outside the window, she opened it and looked outside, above she could see a full moon with clouds, but when she looked down, it was a completely different story. There was nothing to be seen, nothing but pitch black darkness. “Jesus…” Tara muttered underneath her breath as she looked across to see no buildings or anything else it was like this building was the only thing here. “Ether this is one messed up dream, or I’m in trouble…”

Whatever that dark shadowy thing was, it did not look friendly, nor did it seem to have any kind of end in sight. To her it felt like the longer she stared at it the more she was getting drawn in by it, she moved away and closed the window before she actually did fall out the window.

So where the hell could she go from here?

“I guess the first thing I should find is a light so I can see and a map of this place so I don’t get lost…”

As she reached the door she felt a sudden chill roll down her spine, as if someone in this room was watching her. A shadow was on the wall next to the door that Tara was about to go through, she could feel the woman’s eyes watching her back, she turned to look where the shadow came from.

But no one was there…

Was she losing it?

“Whatever this place is I need to get out of here and fast… something tells me whatever is here is not anything pleasant…” Tara opened the door and looked out into the hall from both sides; no one was here as she walked further into the hall. She could hear the sounds of her own footsteps, and it was starting to really freak her out.

“Oookay… creepy dark hospital, with no one else around but yourself… yeah totally not a good sign… where the hell is a flashlight when I need one…?”

She continued to walk down the hall, looking for some form of light, or even a light switch for her to see where the hell she was going.

Tara opened one of the doors that were nearby, going into the room she realized that it was a broom closet, one that actually had a light on. It made her feel a little bit better. But now she started to feel a little claustrophobic, not that it mattered really, she just wanted to find some answers, and the damn exit.

Then something interesting caught her eye, it looked to be a very old newspaper clipping, about the hospital contributing to help with the asylum.

With a slight frown Tara began to read it.

The Pembroke Hospital is happy to announce that the staff will help and allow the students from the doctorate program from Mimico College, to work and learn with over workers assistance.

 These students will work hands on with patents here at the hospital as thanks to the greatly kind donation that had been given to the hospital.

We hope that these students will be the rise to a new look in medicine further into the future of our city.

The date at the top of the newspaper was dated October 1st 1967.

Tara frowned, she had never heard of a college giving a donation to a hospital before, well not unless it was for a medical reasons. So why?

She took the article with her, it might come in handy later on, she wasn’t fully sure how right at the moment, but she had a feeling it would be a connection to this. Tara was about to leave when she heard something clatter to the floor, looking back she saw what looked to be a metal bar that was leaning against the wall behind one of the shelves.  Walking over, Tara grabbed hold of the metal bar and pulled, it came out with ease. Which surprised her, not of her being able to take it out but that it was there to begin with.