I have been in this hospital for four days and three nights now and I need to get out of here. I honestly don’t think that I can handle another night here.
There is something here, with us, in the hospital. The first time I think I saw it was on my second night, I was feeling a lot better than I was when I was first admitted.
It was a clear Autumn night and I could see for miles from my 6th floor window, it wasn’t that cold so I took advantage of the situation and spent part of the night sneakily sucking on my vape and blowing the smoke out of the open window, while watching the world go by.
That was the first time I saw it, I know better now but at first I passed it off as my imagination, I mean, c’mon it’s 2021 and stuff like this only exists in movies and on those creepy pasta sub-reddits.
I took a step back from the window and stretched, trying to clear the image from my head.
Picking up my phone, I hit the YouTube app and settled on my bed to watch the new episode of Stories after Dark by The Evil Outcast… But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake that image from my head.
Getting up off my bed I walked back over to the window again and looked out, there it was again, at first I though it might have been a large bin bag being blown around by the wind.. but, the night was still and it’s movements were too.. planned, to, yeah, planned.
I stepped back from the window just far enough so that if anyone were to look up, I couldn’t be seen.
This thing, seemed to move from window to window, stopping for a moment as if it was watching what was going on inside, or.. I thought I was going to throw up when I realised what was going on, it was trying to figure out a way in.
Later that night, I could hear the cries of a woman in the next ward, calling out for help. Her crying went on most of the night, I think. I can remember up until about 4.30 in the morning and then I must have fell asleep..
The following day was nothing to write home about, rounds of blood tests, antibiotics being drip fed into my left arm and injections, lots of injections. Every chance I got, I was back up at he window, looking for that shadowy figure, the last thing I wanted, was to see it again but I couldn’t help myself.
The night before last I could hear the old woman in the next ward crying out for help again and again her cries went on until the early hours.
Then the following day, yesterday I overheard one of the nurses saying that Brenda (Brenda is not her real name) but Brenda was very agitated again last night to the point where she started lashing out at the other staff members who were on duty.
I didn’t sleep well at all last night, my night was full of bad dreams, nightmarish places. I woke this morning and found scratches on my arms and feet. I, I have no idea how they got there. The nurses have patched me up and have told me I need to stop going for my midnight wanders.
Then, later on this morning after the last nurse had left my room, I noticed hand prints along the side of one of the ceiling tiles, as though it had been lifted and moved out of its place.
Trust me, I know that those marks were not there yesterday, I was so bored that I counted every tile in the ceiling, then counted all the tiles which had marks or bits cut out of them to make them fit and those marks were not there.. I swear it.
It’s about 1 in the morning on my 4th night in the hospital, I don’t know if the woman in the next ward has been moved or what has happened to her, but I have not heard anything from her all night.
I tried to get some sleep earlier, I’m not sure but as soon as I started to settle I felt something light, climb onto my bed behind me and slowly move up my back towards my side.
I am sat in one of the waiting rooms at the moment, I can’t go back to that room..
I need to get out of here.
If you are in the same hospital as me, check your windows and look for hand and finger marks on your ceiling tiles.