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Nightmare Silent Hill...
What. The. Hell.
Was it too much to ask? I mean really. A guy just goes to the hospital to get treated for a busted knee, falls asleep from all the pain killers and Tylenol's, and wakes up....here.
Now, after practically flying off the small, already uncomfortable bed, those pain killers had worn off. So an uncomfortable pain shot up my leg, and I had to grab a chair to keep from falling over. The mattress was stained. No, that was an understatement. It was coated in blood. Sick, thick, red blood.
And I had been lying on it.
My stomach did a flip-flop, and I felt the bile rise to my throat. It some serious restraining to keep it down.
Suddenly, I felt a surge of panic.
That stuff wasn't there when you came....
I tried to look over my shoulder, desperately wanting to know how wounded I was to have lost so much blood. But I felt no pain, and could see no gash....
Freezing in place, I took the moment to notice my surroundings.
"What...," I started, but my mouth shut firmly as I heard the sound.
It had an amazing way of dragging my attention from the rest of the room.
From the rusted walls.
From the blood-caked floors.
From the rank, death smell that hung in the air.
The sound. The sound of something moving. But there was something odd about it. Something that made me start to back away. Something about the slow, dragging steps, and the silence in it all.
Something frightening.
"Hello?" I was surprised at how choked my voice came out. How much I had to force it. I wasn't usually that easily intimidated. Little things, like sounds, didn't scare me. I was the kind of guy who withstood a lot to prove things. To myself, to everybody else.
From the beginning. From going to high school for almost four years. With graduation just around the corner. I'm Marco Ganes. I had a good track record. Good looking. Standard blonde hair, blue eyes combo, and a good build. I had full bragging rights there.
So why was I so afraid of a noise?
Then again, it's not every day a guy wakes up to discover what I had just seen. No, the blood had definitely not been there when I arrived.
Then the hinges on the door squealed, and the thing came into view.
"HOLY SHIT!"
The moment I saw it, I stumbled backwards, landing back on the disgusting bed. This time however, neither the pain in my knee, not the condition of the mattress mattered much.
The thing, could have been a person once. Maybe.
It was dressed in what looked like a nurse's uniform.
The resemblance stopped there.
The face, devoid of any features but the crevices in the misshapen skin. One small, black hole that could pass as an eye. Or maybe a mouth....
"HOLY, HOLY SHIT!"
And on its back, a growth. At first glance, it looked like some sort of malformed hump. As the thing shambled, I saw it pulsate, the membrane-swollen skin shifting.
The bile rose further.
And of course, there was the blood.
Splatters of it on the clothing, the skin....the scalpel it waved in the air in front of it.
As I had fallen back onto a sitting position on the bed, the thing seemed to grow even more excited, shambling faster, waving the sharp little instrument like a demented child.
The shock of it froze me, and the thing was almost atop me before I finally gained enough sense back to move out of the way, rolling to one side as it reared up, then came down towards me. The scalpel impaled itself into the blood-soaked mattress, and the thing clawed at me with slippery fingers, the other hand pulling the scalpel free.
I rolled off the bed, landing painfully on my knees, pain surging up one leg. The thing, still clutching my wrist, brought the scalpel around. At the last moment, I jerked my hand free, and the thing impaled its own wrist.
I ran out the door then, my knee burning in pain.
The thing inside, pulled at the scalpel, and started slowly after me.
