I wander aimlessly along the narrow hallways of Primridge hospital constantly checking the picture of the graffiti on my phone to affirm that i got the address right.
The fact that it directed me to a hospital strikes me as odd.Whoever is behind it from beyond the grave, in the realm of my dreams or wherever he, she or it might be, must have made a mistake.
At some point the passages is bustling with life.Waiting patients, stretchers being hauled back and forth, the shuffling of printing machines.Then it all begins to subside as the chaotic multitude clears the hallway seemingly oblivious of my presence among them.
My rapidly squinting eyes fall to the tiled floor and onto footprints imprinted on the tiles.I trace my finger on top of one of them.Blood.
No one notices the conspicous bloody trail.No one but me.
A hospital janitor trots past me his gaze fixated on the ground, on the footprints, and proceeds forth without really seeing them.
I follow them pair by pair a sinister drum roll rising in my head matching my pace.Every pang of doubt in me fades...the graffiti certainly led me here.
Why?
Im about to find out...
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Facade
Mystery / ThrillerTiphanie Clayton experiences a dream that in the following weeks becomes her fully fledged obsession.Coded with ominous symbolism and cryptic messages she decodes a horrifing truth.As the mystery deepens further and the dead bodies mount.It soon bec...
