Chapter Six: Don't move

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I woke up when the phone went off. I rushed to the phone, expecting it to be the hospital, to say that Harry is alright. With all of my hopes up, I picked up the phone.
'Yes, hello! This is Heather Tillings speaking.'
A quiet but creepy voice answered;
'Hello, Heather.'
'Erm, hello?'
'I just called to tell you that Harry no longer in the hospital is.'
'Really? That's great! When should I pick him up?'
'Don't.'
Then he hung up.

At first I was paralysed, with my mouth wide open. Then I started to yell nervously;
'No, no, no, no, NO! What? What is this? Why? It must be a prank!'
My thoughts were all over the place. I couldn't clear my mind. After a few seconds of panicking I rushed to the hallway, took my jacket and picked up my bike.
I had to go to the hospital!

While on the bike, I called Robin.
'Hey, Heather. Awake already? It's only 4am, wha-'
'ROBIN! Hey! Erm... well, I- I'm going to the hospital. I got this weird phone call of a man that said that Harry was no longer in the hospital and that I shouldn't pick me up and then he hung up an- and well yeah! Jus- just meet me at the hospital. I'll be there in a bit!'
'HEATHER! What do you mea-'
There came a car out of nowhere. Right on time I could jump off of my bike and avoid the car. I dropped my phone and it fell into a sewer. I had no idea how I did that, probably the adrenaline.
Out of the car stepped a ghost-like man. Completely white with here and there a few black spots. His eyes were bright green.
I was scared as a chicken so I screamed and ran away from him.
The ghost who was actually just a man looked at me, not-understanding what is wrong with me, and honestly, I don't know either.

I didn't know I could run this fast. While rushing to the hospital, I saw these same ghosts, but with different black spots and some of them were almost completely black. All of their eyes were green. I stopped running and closed my eyes. I thought that I was dreaming so I tried to wake up but couldn't, because I wasn't dreaming.
When I opened my eyes the ghosts were gone, but with normal humans instead.
I felt a little dizzy but started to run again, to hospital room number 288 and there was no one.
I fell on my knees right before the door. I tried not to cry.
From the hospitalroom next to Henry's, there was an old woman looking at me.
She smiled, but evil, like her job was done or something.
Then a man came into her room, probably mid-30. The man whispered into the old woman's ear and then she whispered something back into the ear of the man, making him look at me.
He smiled in the same way the old woman did and came slowly my way.

While he was walking at me, I couldn't do anything.
I couldn't move.
Like I was paralyzed. I tried everything but couldn't.
There was something about this man, something odd, something strange.
He took my hand and without me willing to do anything, I stood up and he took me with him.

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