#WritcoStoryChallenge
The footsteps following me sounded closer. I ran through the empty corridors of the hospital, my heart pounding with terror.
I turned a corner and stopped short. I had reached a dead end. I turned around slowly, daring to face my pursuer. But I saw nothing. No one. I took a deep breath, daring myself to believe it. Was it all in my head? Were the doctors right? Am I crazy? I took two short steps forward, before a shrill scream rang out into the dark, empty of halls of my prison. Shocked, I started running. If there was someone in this hospital that was chasing me, they may have found another victim. I ran into the room I heard the scream come from, and I saw a young woman strapped to a bed, thrashing. She kept screaming and screaming. I saw blood dripping on the floor before I realised it was coming from her wrists. I screamed for help, anyone. Did they not hear her screaming??
I dashed into the hall, yelling. I saw a nurse run over to me
"What in the blazes is going on? Get back to bed!" she grabbed the sleeve of my shirt. I was hysterical.
"No, no you don't understand. She's dying!" I cried.
Frantically I pulled her towards the room, hearing the womans low moan.
"What are you talking about? Miranda, stop this nonsense!" the nurse demanded.
I got into the room, and the girl was gone. I froze.
"She was here. She was screaming....