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.

Bam! Goes a door far down the hallway, the sound echoing eerily in the silence.

I gulped, feeling the wall with my hands — the light had long since died on its own.

There was no way out — going back would be suicide, and in front of me, was just a wall.

The sounds of footsteps came closer. My breath became heavy, I began hyperventilating. In desperation and fear, I crouched, plastering myself to the wall. My hands flew to my face to cover them up — the monster couldn't see your face. If they do, they'll eat you — bring you to your ward to put all the chemicals in you and make you numb — so they can eat you.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap—

"Oh Mr. Kennedy."

I looked up. It was the Nurse, the one that always came to my room whenever I screamed; whenever the monster appear.

"No, miss Nurse, you must get out of here. There's a monster following us, it'll eat us, it'll eat you, please go.." In tears, I clutched at the hem of her dress, sobbing like a child. Please, I begged to the all hearing monster. Not her, not anyone else. Don't eat her like how you ate my family.

With a gentle smile, she helped me up.

"The monster's gone, Mr. Kennedy. I can assure you that." She said, and I had no choice but to believe her— she's the strongest person I've ever met.

✨

The nurse sighed as she pulled the cowering man back to his ward. On the wall behind him, high up, was a sign— on which was written the words 'Psych Ward'.

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