The Haunted House

Read the Papers

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⚠️TW: Dead body and Hospital⚠️
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Jackie turned away from the body. It unsettled him, but the papers looked important.

They were spread all over the table. Some were yellowing, and some had coffee spilled all over them. Jackie tried to make sense of the pages, but could not.

Due to the fact they were in German.

Despite the lingual problem, he had enough common sense to know they were all autopsy reports. (There was a little person in the bottom right of each page. They had lines and notes all over them.)

As Jackie inspected the papers, a loud clattering noise came from seemingly nowhere. Jackie quickly looked away from the paper. It seemed like nothing was out of place.

As Jackie looked around more, he saw something on the ground by the body, that definitely was not there before. He (rather reluctantly) walked over to the body.

Along with the sick smell of human decay, was a (somehow) worse chemical smell. As Jackie got closer to the body, he realized that the smell was coming from a thick pink liquid all around the body. He didnt want to find out what it was.

Near the right side of the body was a key. Jackie took a deep breath and bent down to collect it. The key was small, one that might go to a door or cupboard. He quickly shoved the key into his pocket and stood up, eager to get away from the body.

That was, if the body was still there.

Jackie paled. 'There was a body there. . . I'm not crazy. I know it was there!' He thought, getting more worried by the minute. Jackie was lost in his thoughts. He was vulnerable. That was his mistake.

A cold hand wrapped around his neck. If felt rough, calluses littered it. It was covered in slices, which has opened and started to leak blood onto Jackie's neck. The worst part was the smell. Oh God the smell. It was like hundred year old meat that was locked in a gym locker in a middle school. The smell choked Jackie. It climbed up his nose and down into his throat. It made his watered and his skin feel like it was burning off.

Then there was nothing.
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Jackie's arms were tied down, same with his legs. He no longer smelled the rotting hand. This new smell was worse. It was the smell of sanitizer. Of paper gowns and shiny medical equipment. Of long hallways and oversized doors.

The smell of a hospital.

Jackie panicked. He never liked hospitals. Not after his friend Robbie died in one. The white of the walls made him feel sick. They made it feel like he was being swallowed by a huge slime block.

He thrashed in his restrains, desperately trying to get out. His wrists and ankles burned and started to bleed as he squirmed. As he was trying to break free, a person walked into the room. They were wearing Doctors scrubs and carrying a clipboard. But it wasn't a Doctor.

It was the body.

Jackie started thrashing with more force, desperately trying to get out of the cuffs he was in. The body walked over to him, an evil smile on his rotted face. He hovered over Jackie, like he was examining him.

Then, he spoke. His voice was raspy and cold, like a Villan in a movie. The most notable thing was his German accent.

"Welcome, my friend."

Jackie paled. In one hand, the man was holding a syringe. The other, a scalpel. He seemed to notice Jackie's observation, and chuckled.

"Don't fret Junge, Doctor Schneeplstein won't hurt you," His cracked lips formed a twisted smirk, "To badly."

The last thing Jackie felt before he passed out again was the Doctor stabbing the syringe into his neck.
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Jackie woke up in a cold sweat, his heart racing. He put his hand to his neck, but it came back clean. 'What the FUCK was that?!' He thought.

He shakily stood up, finding that he was still in the basement. He also unfortunately found that the body was still gone.

He quickly ran up the stairs that got him into this mess in the first place. For good measure, he proped one of the dining room chairs on the door so it couldn't be opened.

He sat down at the table, and reflected. Decision made, he got up and started to make his way back to the window he came in through.

Only to find it fully repaired and locked. He was creeped out to say the least. He walked around to the door, same thing. The major problem both times being that he couldn't unlock the door or window.

Now panicking, he grabbed the heaviest thing he could find, which happened to be a metal candelabra. He chucked it as hard as he could at the window, only for it to bounce off and land at his feet.

He tried again. He tried again and again and again and again, every attempt failing. Sitting in front of the window, he hugged his knees and sobbed. He sobbed so hard he almost didnt hear the glitched giggling coming from behind him.

Almost.

Quickly standing up and putting his back to the wall, he held the Candelabra up in defense. "WHO ARE YOU!?" He screamed, his voice cracking from fear. The giggling got louder before it stopped.

And then a knife flew past his left ear and into the wall behind him.

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