Hospitalized

It's quiet.

This was something I could relate to. The hallways are dark, gloomy even. I always had a fear for the dark, because I wouldn't know what hides within it. Sinister, an evil aura as they say. I know I'm not safe, it's always been that way.

Eyes are staring back at me, which are ones that I don't come to recognize. They're a sickly green, almost that my stomach churned just looking back at those unblinking orbs of emerald.

Is it human? It's definitely not a, "thing" as we call them. Monster. Demons.

And maybe I'm looking one right back.