My Time at St. Jude's

Post #4

Site: Bluethat.com
Topic: RealHorror
Date: November 13, 2019
Time: 12:17 AM
Post: This Hospital Won't Let Me Leave
Author: DaJoeKingYeti92

For those of you who are still following me on my nightmare of a journey, I sincerely thank you from the bottom of my heart. You all are my only real support from the outside, and the only thread I am hanging onto that confirms my sanity. The little sanity I have left.

Going to sleep turned out to be a terrible idea. It was suggested that I should have looked for a camera in my room, but I fell asleep before I read that. It was a mistake on my part, and I am haunted by it, because if I would have seen that, I might not have blood on my hands.

While, I do feel rested, I have no idea how long I slept for. Time is not flowing normally here; I think we all know that at this point. When I awoke, I noticed that even minutes are passing at a different rate on my clock compared to when I count it out. Apparently, I slept for close to twenty hours. I don't believe that. I did feel rested and calm when I woke up, so that was refreshing. Well, I felt like that for about two minutes after I woke up.

I woke up on my side, and checked my phone for any new messages, or even some proof that my experience was all a dream. Surprise, it wasn't. I rolled over and was faced with the biggest scare of my life. There were two Watchers in my room. I swiftly turned my attention to the door; the table was shoved out of the way and the door was unlocked and opened. They just let themselves in.

I was terrified, and I reacted how any terrified person would; I used my weapon to prevent harm to myself. The knife was on the bedside counter, and as soon as I saw the Watchers, I grabbed it with my good hand and swung it at one of them, plunging it into their cheek. As soon as the blade was buried in their face, I saw something that I hadn't seen before. Her eyes flashed between a bright white and pink for a couple moments, before going blank and collapsing.

I managed to keep my grip on the knife while the body fell and was sprayed with blood as it dislodged from their face. I was prepared to defend myself from the second Watcher, but they just gazed at me for a few moments. Quickly, their jaw dropped as it unleashed a silent scream. Just like before, there was no sound, but I felt my body vibrate. It felt weaker than when I experienced it before, less intense. To compare and contrast the difference, this was like sitting in a massage chair, rather than an earthquake. I still felt dizziness and a little nausea. I covered my ears with my hands, trying to cradle my brain, to try and stop the splitting feeling that was starting to roar through my head.

But just as quickly as the silent scream started, it was finished, and Watcher number two was gone, I was alone in the ICU room. Alone with my thoughts, but one thought was larger and louder that the rest.

I just killed someone.

Even though they were a threat, even though they might not have been fully human, they used to be, and now they never would be again. I panicked and broken down. I never thought I would ever have to defend myself like this, and I acted without hesitation. I felt like a monster, like I deserved to be in the hell I was in.

This feeling was amplified even more when I realized that the Watcher, I just killed was one that I recognized. It was Kelly, the watcher who I tried to interact with while the static was projecting over the PA system. I didn't know her and only interacted with her a couple times, yet knowing her name and recognizing her face made what I was feeling even worse. She had a name, she had a life before all of this, and I took away any hope of her returning to it.

I stewed in these thoughts for a while, but I did snap out of it and survival mode set in. I gathered my belongings, intention of leaving. Only something stopped me from exiting right then and there. The moment I went to wash the blood off my hands and face, I noticed the colour was dark, which was odd to me.