A/N: This is a basic retelling of one of my favorite Twilight Zone
episodes. I own nothing.
Lila Phillips was not weak. She had worked her way through a dysfunctional family and years of abuse until she had reached the top. Lila Phillips, television star! Lila Phillips, movie star! Lila Phillips, world-renowned rock and roll singer! Possibly, Lila Phillips was the best known name as of the year 1955.
That was why she had been surprised when a little tumble had broken her wrist. She had gone to the hospital, but now she was having strange dizzy fits and temporary insanity.
That was why the doctor had prescribed she stay at least a few more days for basic observation. Her agent, Mark Chu was not happy at all. She had been scheduled to go to Miami, FL for a concert and an autograph signing. This was going to set them back considerably.
Lila sighed and settled back into bed for another uncomfortable night's sleep.
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Lila dreamed. And as she dreamed, she frowned as she tossed and turned. Here's a glimpse inside her dream:
Lila opened her eyes and frowned. The clock was ticking so loudly. She was thirsty from that medicine the doctor had given her.
Lila reached for her water glass, but knocked it over, and the glass shattered loudly. And suddenly, the ticking stopped.
Wondering about this strange phenomenon, Lila suddenly felt compelled to go outside into the hall. Everything was dark, except for a lamp being carried by a nurse's darkened figure.
The nurse walked into the elevator. Lila wasn't able to see her face, so she went down the stairs to the level the nurse had gone to.
Lila reached the bottom as the nurse entered a room, and the door swung shut. Lila walked over to the room that the nurse had entered. Room 311. The morgue, Lila recalled, frowning uncertainly. Why would a nurse being going to the morgue at this time of night?
Suddenly, the door swung open, and Lila was faced with the nurse's grim face. The nurse was pretty, Lila realized, almost prettier than she was, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes.
Lila was prepared to apologize when the nurse whispered, "Room for one more, honey." And then the nurse laughed, a bone-chilling laugh as she reached for the star.
Lila screamed, and ran up to her room.
Lila awoke, screaming in terror, covered with a fine sheen of sweat. The doctor rushed in, and calmed her down. Lila told the doctor everything, and he said with a puzzled frown, "But we don't have any nurses working here at this time of night."
But at Lila's insistence, he brought all the nurses in for her inspection. Lila, drained, slumped back against the pillow. "She's not here," she said, nearly in tears. "She's not here."
Lila Phillips was not weak. She had worked her way through a dysfunctional family and years of abuse until she had reached the top. Lila Phillips, television star! Lila Phillips, movie star! Lila Phillips, world-renowned rock and roll singer! Possibly, Lila Phillips was the best known name as of the year 1955.
That was why she had been surprised when a little tumble had broken her wrist. She had gone to the hospital, but now she was having strange dizzy fits and temporary insanity.
That was why the doctor had prescribed she stay at least a few more days for basic observation. Her agent, Mark Chu was not happy at all. She had been scheduled to go to Miami, FL for a concert and an autograph signing. This was going to set them back considerably.
Lila sighed and settled back into bed for another uncomfortable night's sleep.
~
Lila dreamed. And as she dreamed, she frowned as she tossed and turned. Here's a glimpse inside her dream:
Lila opened her eyes and frowned. The clock was ticking so loudly. She was thirsty from that medicine the doctor had given her.
Lila reached for her water glass, but knocked it over, and the glass shattered loudly. And suddenly, the ticking stopped.
Wondering about this strange phenomenon, Lila suddenly felt compelled to go outside into the hall. Everything was dark, except for a lamp being carried by a nurse's darkened figure.
The nurse walked into the elevator. Lila wasn't able to see her face, so she went down the stairs to the level the nurse had gone to.
Lila reached the bottom as the nurse entered a room, and the door swung shut. Lila walked over to the room that the nurse had entered. Room 311. The morgue, Lila recalled, frowning uncertainly. Why would a nurse being going to the morgue at this time of night?
Suddenly, the door swung open, and Lila was faced with the nurse's grim face. The nurse was pretty, Lila realized, almost prettier than she was, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes.
Lila was prepared to apologize when the nurse whispered, "Room for one more, honey." And then the nurse laughed, a bone-chilling laugh as she reached for the star.
Lila screamed, and ran up to her room.
Lila awoke, screaming in terror, covered with a fine sheen of sweat. The doctor rushed in, and calmed her down. Lila told the doctor everything, and he said with a puzzled frown, "But we don't have any nurses working here at this time of night."
But at Lila's insistence, he brought all the nurses in for her inspection. Lila, drained, slumped back against the pillow. "She's not here," she said, nearly in tears. "She's not here."