I coughed into my sleeve. Cold night. My nose is super runny, my eyes are all watery, and on top of that i’m freezing. On nights like this, I really question myself on why I still work as a security cop for this hospital.
“Hey Scott” My walkie screeched.
I rolled my eyes, I already knew who it was. Don. My “fellow security guard”. its funny, he’s more like my over weight lazy child who never wants to do anything. Of course, I then have to do everything while he simply watches the cameras.
“What is it now, Donnie boy”
“I just got a complaint from a nurse on the top floor, she said her patient keep hearing crying from the roof. They said, it sounds like a little girl.”
“What?” I furrowed my brow. That didn’t make any sense. Nobody has access to the top roof except for the maintenance workers, and last I checked, none of them were little girls.
static blared through the walkie.
“Say again, Don”. I said into my walkie.
“Just ………*static* …. and *static* ,,,, “
I smacked my walkie. The walls in this hospital cause these walkies to barely work at all.
“forget it, i’m just going to check it out. I’m freezing my tits off out here in the front anyway.” I spoke into the walkie.
Nothing but static replied to me.
Call me crazy, but I could’ve sworn I could hear a little girl’s voice over the static. I couldn’t understand what it said, but It sure sounded like a girl.
I walked into the front of the hospital and immediately enjoyed the warmth of the hospital air. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that much warmer, but at this point, i’ll take anything i can get.
I pushed my way into the staircases that lead to the roof. Normally, I would take the elevator, but right now i need to get warmer somehow.
“I hate these stairs” I mumbled to myself as I opened the door. The door creaked open, showing the dimly lit staircases leading up to the roof. The stairs were dirty, smudged from all dirt on the bottom of people’s shoes. the railing rusted, and the walls were what I’d imagine the inside of a sewer pipe would look like. The dim lighting created an extremely erie feeling as soon as you walk in. The brightest thing in the path was the large “Exit” sign on the top of each floor entrances.
I began walking up the stairs, hearing every footstep I took. My dark gloves damp from the wet railing.
“That doesn’t even make any sense.” i had a confused look. “This railing shouldn’t even be wet.”
I peered at the number next to the door on the floor I just stepped onto, ‘Floor 2’
I turned to walk up higher, I hear a giggle. I instantly flipped around to see behind me. Nothing.
Maybe… I just heard it in my head. Yeah, that’s it. I just let what don said get to me.
I kept walking up the stairs, ‘Floor 3’.
The stairs… don’t feel right. They feel, curved. The railing feels taller. The staircase feels, smaller, more hallow. This cant be right. all I see is the exit sign. The dim, dark red, exit sign glowing in the distance.
I shook my head, this is just in my head, I probably just had too much caffeine from trying to stay warm.
My breathe isn’t right, I feel like i’m barely breathing correctly, it’s taking all of the energy I have to just breathe. The steps i’m taking on every step is wearing out on me. its dark. I can barely see in front of me. Where is the exit, WHERE IS THE EXIT?!
I can barely see the red. I don’t see any letters, just a blurred red, BUT WHERE IS THE DOOR?! I’m feeling all around the wall under the sign and I CAN’T FEEL THE DOOR!
I’m breathing extremely heavy now. All I can do is walk up, now. There is nothing left I can do. I have to get to the roof. I have to get to the roof, but THESE STAIRS. WHAT IS WRONG WITH THESE STAIRS!?
I can’t see anything anymore. I’m weak. Everything is pitch black. these stairs are uneven, curvy, slippery. My mind is hearing things. I hear a little girl crying. I can barely make out a red light in the distance of what i can only assume is the exit sign. The handrail… I don’t even feel it anymore. I’m not even sure it’s even there. It’s too far away. I’m crawling up these stairs. my walkie is nothing but static.
… But that crying… God… that crying… help me… My only hope is the roof.. I need to get to the roof…
I’m yelling for help but no one hears me.. My mind is gone.. my eyes cant see anything… This crying is so loud that it’s hurting my ears… The barely visible red… That exit sign… it looks like a red dot now… i’m not even sure if it’s the exit sign anymore.. It might just be my imagination…
I thought I might have been dreaming, so I started banging my head on the floor to wake myself up… I cant wake up! SOMEONE WAKE ME UP!!!!
Blood.. So much blood… Behind me is a wall…. the wall moves forward as I move forward pushing me up these stairs… I’m bleeding all over from biting myself, pinching myself, My bottom lip is so injured that i can’t even open my mouth to breathe without pouring out a waterfall of blood.. my hands are so blistered from crawling up these stairs that i’m in unbearable pain from just placing my hands down to crawl forward any further.
This little girl crying… has now changed… Now she’s saying “La La La” to the nursery rhyme ‘Mary had a little lamb’. That voice she has, it’s so, angelic. WHY IS SHE DOING THIS TO ME?!
“WHY?!” I gurgled. Blood pouring out of my mouth.
How long have I been on these stairs? How long have I been lamely scraping my body to the top of these stairs?
My eyes feel swollen, like if I had 2 black eyes. My hands bloody and bruised. I don’t think I can carry on.
leaning on the wall next to me. using all of my strength to lift my hand. I feel the ‘8’ signifying that i’m on the 8th floor. I feel as if i’ve been stuck here for months. Years. Decades.
This damn child won’t with her damn “LA LA LA”s i’m going mad. I’m pulling out my hair trying to get her out of my head. SHES SO LOUD. My ears feel as though they are bleeding.
“Just 2 more floors. Just 2 more floors” tears flowed as I cry those words out. I can’t stop now. I can’t stop. I have to get to the roof. I will live. It’s not as though i have a choice anyway, this wall behind me won’t let me go anywhere. I have nowhere to go but up. My throat is so dry, i need water. I need water.
I hear laughter. Her laughter.
“Come on” She laughed. “You’re almost there.”
“AHHHHHHHHHH!!” I yelled angrily. She will not taunt me any more.
“I WILL MAKE IT TO THIS ROOF AND I WILL FIND YOU!” I point my now deformed fingers up at what I assumed was up, my swollen shut eyes following.
I now had a sudden burst of energy. 1 more floor. 1 more floor. I’m sprinting up these stair now. I will make it. I will live.
I cried as I reached the floor. Tears fell harder and harder, I could barely breathe in between my stammering tears. I’m just bawling “I made it, I made it”
The exit sign is right there. Glowing. The ‘Floor 10’ sign right next to the door to the roof. That beautiful door.
There is a little girl in front of the door. head facing down, I can’t see her face. Her long blonde hair flowing down to the back of her knees. She’s standing facing the door, barely the tall enough to reach the door’s handle.
I reached for her. my arms, too weak to grab on. I just fell back down.
“Awe you found me” I can hear her saying.
I’m pushing myself to stand. Barely holding my own balance. I reach for her shoulders. Ready to beat the living daylight’s out of her. How dare she do this to me. How dare she ruin me. How dare she ruin my life, my mind, my spirit. She broke me. She will pay.
I grab her shoulders and I’m yelling “ARE YOU READY TO PLAY!?”
Her head then spun a full 180 degree’s to face me, her body not moving. Her eyes are bright read. Her teeth jagged and looked like shark teeth, her nose was nothing but 2 black hole horizontal to each other.
Her voice turned into a deep demonic male tone
“SURE, LETS PLAY!”
I just woke up on a hard dirty floor. My eyesight is back. My hands are no longer deformed and blood.
I jump to my feet and I rejoiced!
My heart just dropped and My soul broke as I saw what was ahead of me.
A dark, dirty staircase, and dimly lit ‘exit sign’ with a door under it, the sign next to the door saying ‘Floor 1’.
Credit To – Drapt