My Time at St. Jude's

Post #8 - Final Post

Site: Bluethat.com
Topic: RealHorror
Date: November 28, 2019
Time: 6:41 PM
Post: I Left the Hospital
Author: DaJoeKingYeti92

If you would have told me at the beginning of the month that I would have been the subject in an experiment by other-worldly beings, I would have scoffed at you. The mere idea of a PA system controlling people and being at a hospital that was keeping me trapped on the property seemed way too far fetched to believe. Yet, it happened, and I made it out.

It feels so good to finally be able to say that. I am no longer at St. Jude's. But I can't lie, it leaves so many unanswered questions and feelings of unease. It was such an intense experience and almost in a blink of an eye, it is all over. That statement is now truer than any other turn of phrase for me because that is what pretty much happened. I suppose I should explain what all happened.

I was in the security room, typing out my last post, when I was grabbed from behind. I guess all the Watchers that I saw on the move were headed to the security room for me. When I was grabbed, they pulled me out of my chair and pinned me to the ground. I fought back, managed to punch, and kick a couple of them, but their numbers were too great for me to have a chance. They held me down and let loose that silent scream that tore my head into pieces. It was worse than ever before, but luckily, I wasn't conscious for long. That was it, that's the last thing I remember about my ordeal.

When I awoke next, I was in a hospital bed, attached to different machines and devices. I freaked out a bit and tried to get out of the bed and disconnect the tubes and wires, but I stopped. I stopped because I didn't recognize the room I was in, and I had people in my room. Not only did I have a nurse in there, checking on me, but my parents were in the room too.

They looked so concerned, but also extremely happy to see me awake. I cried; I was so happy to see them. They both hugged me, and I hugged them back. I can't describe what I felt seeing new, familiar people after weeks of seeing the same faces every waking hour.

I didn't try to explain to them what happened to me, I didn't even try. They would never believe me, and for the longest time, I didn't believe me either. I asked the nurse why I was in here, and she left to get a doctor. I tensed up in the moments between her leaving and coming back, worried that the doctor she left to get would be the same doctor who was the pseudo-mastermind of The Greater Design. To my relief, it wasn't.

This doctor was a kind, older man, who went by Dr. Foreman. He explained to me that there wasn't anything majorly wrong with me. Minor concussion, bruising on the back of my head. But I was in a coma for almost three weeks.

My jaw dropped as I froze. According to the doctor, I've been in a coma since the first day I went to that hospital. How could that be?! I couldn't have been in a coma; I was interacting with the outside. But only to strangers on the internet, not to people that I actually knew. The more I thought about it all, the more I felt my mind splinter, trying to separate fact from fiction.

The 'people' who were telling me in the comments that I needed to wake up, were they right? Were they just pieces of my subconscious trying to make me aware of the coma?

I felt my father's hand on my shoulder, and he was asking me if I was okay. I asked him what happened at the hospital because I didn't remember. With a deep breath, Dr. Foreman began to explain what happened.

Luckily, St. Jude's had many security cameras set up, so that gave the investigation something to look at. Apparently at 11:03 AM on the day of my appointment, shortly after I arrived at the hospital, fifty-one people dropped inside of the hospital. Fifty of them died as they hit the floor. Civilians inside the hospital freaked out and ran out the door, while staff ran to check on those who dropped. I was the only person who still had a pulse.