Lost Time (A Creepypasta Story)

Only A Dream?

     I slowly wake up with a horrid pain in my stomach, but I see the hole and the knife are gone. I realize I'm at the hospital. I try to sit up and look around but my arms and legs are tied down.

     I turn my head and look around. There are no other people around and a few surgical tools. I reach for one of the tools and grab it. I start cutting the ropes tieing me down, then I feel a jolt of energy and I drop the tool.

     It barely misses my leg as it cuts through one of the ropes, setting my hand free. I grab my knife out of my pocket and cut the rest of the ropes off.

     I sit up and go to the door, I look out.

     Dolls are scattered all over the hallway, none of them look like they came from a toy store. They all look broken in some unfixable way. With cracked faces, bald spots, skin discoloration, missing limbs.

     I open the door and walk into the hallway, glancing at an occasional doll head as I walk towards a bright light. I hear laughing coming from a room so I walk in.

     As I open the door blood splatters all over me.