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Warning: More knife play and sexual themes, implied gore (not quite there yet)

I glance around the room before trying to formulate a plan that will most likely fail. I look up at the Boogeyman and try to steady my breathing. "I.. um.. excuse me.. can I go to the.. restroom..?" I'm mentally slapping myself. He pauses for a moment before he continues to drag the tip of his knife down my side. I shiver at the sensation and start to move my leg to test my boundaries. I hear him grunt and I feel pain as he twists the tip of his knife against my skin. I still my body again, fear rising up in my chest. He did less damage to me than the fake Myers, hopefully he'll get whatever thrill he's looking for and end it fast or leave and never come back. I hope more for the latter, I only appreciated his distraction until my episode ended.

He spent a few more agonizing minutes gliding his knife along my stomach and arms. I close my eyes, hoping it'll decrease my fear if I weren't watching him watch me. I feel the blade leave my skin, only to feel the flat of his knife smack me on my breast. I gasp, opening my eyes once again. He's pulling his knife away from my torso and moving it to my shorts. My eyes widen at the idea that he's going to most likely spend hours tormenting me by carving every inch of my body. I reflexively reach out to grab his sleeve, earning another grunt of disapproval.

I feel a vice grip on my neck, sending me into a panic. I'm gripping his wrist with both hands as he squeezes tighter. I feel pressure building up in my head from lack of oxygen. Trying to calm myself, I stop all movements and fighting, hoping he resumes what he was originally planning. He keeps his hand on my throat but loosens his grip. He is now staring at me.

I grip my bedsheets with one hand and slowly bring my other hand back to the larger one on my throat. "I.. I'm sorry. I'll be… good now.." I whimper, still tearing up as he continues to stare at me. I gently stroke his wrist with my thumb. In response to my gesture, he releases me and continues cutting the fabric. I'm beyond scared now. I've never had a sexual encounter in my life until this monster of a man. He's going to tear me apart one way or another. I feel chills going up my spine at the thought of him being on top of me. "Please.. don't hurt me.." I whisper to him.

I'm met with expected silence. I feel my heart drop as he finishes cutting through the other side of my shorts. I can't help but start silently crying at this point, I'm vulnerable to this basket case. I feel him rip my torn shorts off, discarded with the destroyed shirt. He guides my legs up, giving him room to climb in between them. I'm gripping the sheets, trying not to scream.

"Please don't." I plead to him, seeming to fall on deaf ears. I can't go through with this, he's about to fucking rape me. I bite my lip until it's bleeding, my nerves are shot and I feel like I'm about to suffer from a major panic attack. If only I could sneak that knife. My right arm trembles as I snake my left arm towards the edge of my bed. He grabs the underside of my knee and holds my leg up. "Fuck.." I whisper.

He tilts his head at me while placing the knife at my thigh, letting it dig into my flesh. "I'm.. I'm begging you.. PLEASE STOP!" I raise my voice. I feel pain shoot through me as he digs the knife in deeper and twists it. I start crying uncontrollably. "I need a doctor.." I mutter, my chest feels like it's about to explode. I can't breathe and my vision is getting fuzzy. My left arm starts to light up in pain, I realize I'm having the symptoms of a heart attack. "Amb..ulance.." I gasp out and clutch my chest, hoping he understands. He observes me as I'm panicking and breathing erratically. He suddenly climbs off of me and pulls me off the bed and to my feet. I'm dragged by my neck and out into the hallway to the phone.

I shakily dial the ambulance, giving them all the information I could answer. The monster's hand has a stern and threatening grip on the back of my neck. I hang up and he drags me back into my room and shoves me towards my closet. He almost rips the door off the hinges as he starts pulling clothes off the hangers and showering me with them. I slump to the ground trying to regulate my breathing. He turns to me with a black and white striped shirt and forces it over my head. I don't fight his assertiveness and find it borderline amusing even in this scary moment. He pulls all my dresser drawers out and dumps a variation of underwear, shorts, socks and pants all over the floor. He forces a pair of underwear on me and then picks up a pair of blue shorts. I wave my hands at him to halt his actions.

"I'm going to… a hospital.. cold." I force out and look away from him. I hear an annoyed grunt as he rummages through the clothes on the floor. He fixes me up with a pair of black leggings. I'm successfully managing my breathing, but I still feel very unwell and this man is no longer assaulting me. He lifts my chin up to force me to face him, he pulls an index finger up against his masked lips to make me understand that I need to be silent about this. He places a hand on my shoulder and gives me a hard squeeze until I wince and nod at his request.. No, demand. He runs his fingers through my hair and gives me a bruising and painful pinch on my cheek before he leaves me alone in my room, hopefully for good.

I'm surrounded by the debris of Hurricane Myers, wondering how I'm going to explain this situation while leaving him out of the equation. I sit there, hand gripping my left arm as I play the events of the last hour in my head. My skin starts tingling from remembering the sensation of the knife gliding across my skin. "No.. fuck that." I nip that in the bud, absolutely nothing was fun about what just happened. The Boogeymen ironically and coincidentally saved me from a nightmare and pulled me out of sleep paralysis. He was toying with me, his mercy was given to me at his own benefit of amusement.

I hear the roar of a siren approaching the house, the ambulance is here. A few seconds go by before I hear shouting outside and the front door being swung open. I hear their footsteps shoot off into different directions in my house until they finally found me in my destroyed room. The cautiously approach me and help me to my feet And escort me out of my home. My head is spinning, their questions falling on deaf ears, I don't have a response or any explanation for them. In that moment, I just exist. I feel myself being almost dragged towards my open front door, I see the flashing lights reaching through the door and windows. I hear people yelling as a feeling of dread washes over me.

I finally reach the porch and see many of people from the neighborhood watching and most likely trading theories about what happened. I feel my heart pound from the attention. All the rumors starting to spread, the future stares I know I'll get. My vision starts to get blurry, all the faces start to blur together and multiply all at once. Trembling, my balance is lost and my fall is broken by the paramedics catching me. Darkness invades me as I faint and fall into a dreamless sleep.

I vaguely remember the howling of the siren and voices of the people trying to help me. I remember the goxygen mask being placed on my face. I felt like I was asleep for only 10 minutes before I'm watching the ceiling and lights as I'm being pushed in a gurney. I feel myself being pushed around corners left and right before being pushed into a room. A few nurses stay at my side and attempt to speak to me as they access my condition. I remain unresponsive to their questions as they start to undress me. One of my nurses seems to freeze and lightly traces her fingers over my stomach. I flinch and shy away from her touch.

"Ma'am, we need to get you into a gown. If you can manage to put it on without assistance, we'll give you privacy for about 10 minutes."

I don't know how to respond. I'm afraid to speak in fear of saying too much. I just give a small nod. I carefully sit up and step away from the gurney and towards the bed in the room. I turn and observe two nurses that have been assigned to me. The one that spoke to me has blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. The other one is a brunette with chin length hair. They both have colorful name patches, the blonde is Jane and the brunette is Rhea. The nurse that spoke to me gave me a reassuring smile before taking her coworker and the gurney out of the room.

I slowly sit up and begin removing my clothes with ease. I notice I have blood soaking my left leg and fine red marks all over my body from his sadistic game. I calm myself and pull my gown over my body. I have a few more minutes to spare before they come back. I take steady steps towards the bathroom and flip the light switch on. Hot tears run down my cheeks as I see my own broken expression. My neck has a deep purple bruise wrapping from one side to the other. My neck now matches my bruised and swollen face. I get lost looking at every detail of my flawed skin until I hear a knock on the door.

"Ms. Jackson, we're coming in!" The same nurses from earlier re-enter the room. I exit the bathroom, not making eye contact. "Dr. Seymour will come speak with you after we examine you further. I'll try not to touch any sore spots. Please have a seat." I hesitate before walking towards the bed in the room.

"Can you speak?" I glance up at Jane, she has been trying to connect with me since I woke up. My jaw starts trembling, I'm unable to form words and shake my head slightly in response. She purses her lips and begins evaluating my face, neck and chest. The other nurse, Rhea, begins checking my stomach and legs.

"You might need stitches. Did someone assault you?." I stare down at my leg where a patch of blood has dried. I shake my head at her again, refusing to make eye contact. I feel fear rising up in my chest. He'll get me next time if he knows I've spoken of what happened, I'm sure of it. I dig my nails into the bed as I feel my breathing become irregular. "We're done evaluating you for now, we'll be back shortly." Jane gives me a friendly smile before leaving with Rhea. I'm afraid of knowing what they think of me.

I turn my attention to the windows that are covered by large blinds. I move towards them and peek through one slot. It appears I'm at least 4 floors up. Traffic lights are illuminating the streets and it seems there's no one out walking or driving around. What time is it? I notice ones of the street lights across the road starts flickering, I feel a smidge of anxiety rising up in me, I'm very much afraid of the dark now. I focus in on the area when the light seems to die, I see a white shape in the distance, it's standing out like a yellow highlighter. I begin to feel my skin crawl, how did he know where I was? What side of the building I was on? Is this all real or some night terror? I raise my hand up and rest it on my arm, I start lightly pinching myself as I watch the white shape move a bit, I can see the hollowed eyes of the mask now. Maybe this is all a prank again. I wish I would have asked what happened to Jared after he was arrested. My nails start digging into my skin as I notice the mask has moved closer. I notice light reflecting off metal as the figure stops and sways the knife back and forth in his hand. He's coming for me.

I back away from the window, my heart racing as I try to come up with a way to escape the hospital unnoticed. I hear a knock at the door and instantly freeze up. "Ms. Jackson, this is Dr. Seymour. I'm coming in." I turn to face him as he enters the room. He's a sweet looking, older man that's about the same height as me. I force a half assed smile. "Your nurses mentioned you wouldn't speak." I sharply exhale, feeling my nerves act up at the idea of being forced to remain here while that thing is after me. He holds out his clipboard with a pen attached. "Your throat could be damaged judging by the bruise you have." I swallow as I shakily hold the pen and wonder what to write. "Take your time, do you need me to leave the room?" I hesitate and nod. I turn my back on him, facing the window again. "Very well, I'll go check on another patient. I'll return shortly." I hear him take his steps towards the door and exit the room, the door softly clicking. I go check the blinds again, but I don't see him. I look back down at the clipboard and begin writing out a message.

"Abusive boyfriend. Leaving to go live with a relative."

I place the clipboard on the bed and grab my bag of clothes to go to the bathroom. I'll tell them anything that will let me leave. I hear eerie silence coming from outside the door to the hallway. I scramble to pour my clothes on the floor and start putting them on. I start slowing my breathing to calm myself and feel a sense of dread wash over me as I'm putting on my last article of clothing. I quickly turn off the bathroom light and hide behind the trashcan, trying to make myself as small as possible. I hide there for about 5 minutes and I start to feel silly until I hear my door being swung open. There was never a knock. My heart is racing as I'm forcing myself to take shallow breaths. I just barely hear footsteps enter the room and pause. I still remain there, hidden behind a waste container in the dark bathroom. Fear engulfs me as I hear a bang hit the other side of the bathroom wall where I was hidden. I completely hold my breath as I hear the steps get closer to the bathroom. The door gets pulled open, light floods the room through the now open door. I hear a grunt of agitation before the person leaves the room without thoroughly checking the small bathroom.

I'm shaking now, wishing and hoping it was just Dr. Seymour that came in without saying anything. I fear I'm wrong. I spend an agonizingly long time in my hiding spot. I've determined that the doctor and nurses believe I've escaped, or the monster did something to them. I slowly come to a stand, bracing myself against the wall. I maneuver around the obstacles in the bathroom and poke my head out of the door. I notice the wall where I heard the loud bang had a chip in the paint and the clipboard was in the middle of the room, the board broken at an angle. I take quiet steps, hoping thee monster has given up on finding me.

The door is wide open, but I wait until I'm sure I don't hear any movements from outside. After a few seconds of listening, I stick to the frame of the door and start to hug the wall as I exit. The hall is completely empty. I feel chills run through my body as I make my way along the walls. Most of the doors have been shut and I'm too afraid to check on anyone that may or may not be inside. I'm passing the nurses' station which appears to ne empty. I want to call out to Rhea and Jane, but I'm far beyond taking risks. I move towards the elevators, hoping for an easy escape with no Boogeyman encounters. I hit the down button and wait, feeling fear course through me. Every second felt like a minute. I curse the noise that the elevator made once it reached my floor. I bail on my idea and quickly, but silently, move towards the stairs instead. I descend quietly to the next floor and it's still eerily quiet. No sign of life anywhere nearby. I feel tears pouring down my cheeks at the thought of Michael Myers taking out a whole building because of me. I bite my lower lip and continue moving down. I start to feel my thigh throb from the wound that is surely bleeding again. I need to a clinic far away from here so I can get treatment before it gets infected.

I make my way down to the last floor, relief swelling inside of me. As I'm about to turn the corner to exit into the lobby, I have a gut feeling that told me not to leave. I freeze up as I start hearing a heavy breathing coming from nearby. I peak my head around the corner, being careful to remain silent. There by the elevators, in his almost 7' tall glory, was him. He's in his black mechanic's suit and steel toed boots. He's patiently waiting outside the elevators, his knife playfully dancing between his fingers. The once clean blade has been coated with blood, confirming my suspicions that he hurt or killed most, if not all, of the able bodied people in this building. I start feeling bile rise up in my throat. I realize now that he could have locked down the building and is trying to make sure I'm not still here. He's clever, terrifyingly so, but could I hide and outsmart him? I turn around silently and carefully make my ascension to the 2nd floor to regain my composure and find an alternative exit before he catches on.