The woman sat on her hospital bed, writing her day within the pages of a little purple leather book. Gentle strokes of her pen documented the visit from her granddaughter earlier that afternoon. Finishing the final sentence in her diary, she took one of the daffodils from the glass vase beside her. The soft yellow color of the flower was illuminated slightly by the dim bed light above. Plucking a single petal gently, she placed it within a small pocket in the back book cover.

Returning the flower back into the vase, the lady closed her book, setting it next to the flowers, placing the pen on the front cover. Getting up from the bed to brush her teeth, she slowly made her way to the bathroom. Flipping the switch on within the small room, the light above the mirror flickered to life with a delay. Approaching the counter, she took the toothbrush provided by the staff from the cabinet to the right. She turned the faucet on and began to brush her teeth.

A few moments pass by, she now returns her brush to the cabinet to her side. Getting ready to leave the restroom, she turned to the door. But she stopped suddenly as an ear-piercing scream erupted from the hallway. Nearly jumping from her skin, the woman had to grip onto the counter to prevent herself from hitting the cold floor. Exiting the bathroom, her heart pounding from within her chest, she hurried over to the door leading to the corridor, looking out the little window. Through the opening, she could hardly see anything. Only a single light by the stairwell remained on in the hallway. Opening the door slightly and stepping out only a few inches into the dark corridor, she looked around for the source of that horrifying cry. A nagging feeling within her told her to just get to bed, surely it was only a disgruntled patient, more than likely high on something. The woman shut the door and waddled hesitantly back to the bed. Slipping below the covers she turned the light off mounted on the wall above her. The scream from only minutes before haunted her. Telling herself it was nothing, the staff would surely take care of it, she moved the worry to the back of her mind. Only having a single night left in her stay, the lady allowed the thought of finally returning home to fill her mind, slowly, she drifted off to sleep.

Awoken in the middle of the night, the old woman sat up startled. Her breath had quickened as she swore something had pulled her from within her dreams. Unsure of exactly what it was, she began to look around her immediate area. The darkened room appeared empty, but fear had begun to creep back in, the feeling of being watched forced her hand to switch the light on above. Getting out from under the covers, her bare feet touched upon the now freezing tile, only then did she notice the room feeling much colder from earlier that night. Looking up at the face of the clock on the wall she realized how late it really was, 2:57 am. Before she could brush off her fear just like hours earlier, it became painfully clear as to what had rudely woken her up. A muffled scream could be heard from in the corridor again, sounding the exact same as the one from earlier. Against the better judgment of the lady, she approached the door once more. Turning the handle, and with a heavy creak that echoed through the empty hallway, she stepped reluctantly once more into the hall.

Unable to see properly, the woman held onto the railing that went the length of the hospital walls. Before reaching the only light that remained illuminating the hall, another scream came from the end of the corridor. Her mind no longer could ignore it, rationalizing these cries for help was no longer a process that could pass through her mind. They seemed to be the screams of terror, someone in genuine fear for their safety. She attempted to pick up the pace of her steps, but she couldn't move faster than a briskly walk. However, even with the lady being determined to find the source of these screams, she couldn't help but notice something off about the hallway. She and whoever was crying for help appeared to be the only signs of life within the building. Sure, it was late but there wasn't even a nurse or a doctor to be seen within the desolate corridor. Surely if there was another person nearby, they would've been attempting to find out whatever was going on as well. Not even the nurse's station seemed to be staffed by anyone. A sense of panic couldn't help but boil within her, something was very, very wrong here. Even with no one visible to her, she felt someone's stare burning into her soul.

Another cry came from down the hall, however this time the woman stopped moving, pausing for a moment. Her breath shallow, she waited for another scream to come. Not even a minute later did another one rip through the hall, the same slight muffle to it as before. Only now did it strike the woman that no matter how long she continued further, the sound never seemed to change distance, never farther, never closer. Her mind raced with confusion once more, it must be in her head, surely. The lady began to move back towards her room, she kept her body facing the direction of the screams. After what felt like forever, the woman decided to turn and make a dash for her door. Surely it wouldn't be that much further away now.

Turning to head back, the lady was met with an unbelievable recollection. The corridor that should be ending soon and arriving at room 5-150, now seemed to continue on for yards. Now frantic with the confusion of it all, she couldn't wrap her head around what was happening. She began to hurriedly make her way down the passage, it had to come to an end somewhere. Along the way she kept track of the room numbers, 5-117, 5-119, 5-121, 5-123, and so on. A feeling of relief filled her when she reached the number 5-141, only a little more to go. Finally coming to room 5-149, she now stood before the room that used to be 1-150, however the plaque beside the door now read: 5-100.

Her head began to pound, nothing made sense. What the hell was happening, how was this all happening? The screams continued to echo through the never-ending hallway. But the woman couldn't care at this point. This all had to be just a bad dream, a nightmare. Gaining what little sense remained to the situation, she made her way to the stairwell door. The light that shone down before it flickers slightly. The single source of light stood out from the rest of the pitch-black around her. Placing a hand on the crash bar, she forced the door open, the heavy metal hinges whined as she stepped on the platform connected to the stairs. The well-lit staircase, lined with wood paneling throughout, was a welcome sight. She began her descent to the ground floor. The soft footsteps she produced echoed up through the opening between awnings.

Soon arriving at the first-floor door, she sighed in relief, her tense body relaxing ever so slightly. She swung the door open and stepped into a corridor ripped straight from a horror film. The same repeating hallway as before only this time, ten bodies were scattered through the hall. Pools of blood, and bloody footprints were smeared along the once polished floor. The woman fell back in shock, her stomach seemed to thrust in a hundred ways at once. Holding back the urge to vomit at the sight of it all, she stood up once more. She began to hurry past the bodies and down the hall.

Eventually she found her way to a phone at the nurse's station. Dialing 911 with shaking hands, she could no longer hold back her fear. As the dial tone rang out, tears began to stream down her cheeks. The phone went silent for only a second before she was greeted with the line going dead. Stifling her frustration, she tried once more, again the line was dead. She sank to the floor below the desk and began to cry. So many emotions rushed through her in that moment, dread, confusion, frustration, terror, they all fogged her mind at once. The sounds of her sorrow however were soon interrupted though. Heavy footsteps of boots made their way through the corridor. The woman held her breath, something within her told her not to make a sound. She remained quiet, waiting for the noise to fade away.

The sounds faded away in the distance, making their way down to the other end of the corridor. The woman, raising her head, looked above the counter to check for the person. Coming out from behind the nurse's station, the lady began to quietly search for an exit door, a window, anything that she could escape through. Running through the hall, only more and more bodies seemed to appear. The blood covered even more of the floors, now even the walls the further she went down the passage. Only minutes passed by before she noticed the room numbers of the hallway, and a sinking reality made her heart drop. 5-087, 5-089, how, how was she back on the 5th floor?

Her brain barely had a moment to be scattered, before another scream erupted through the corridor, this time no longer muffled. This one was clear as day, in shock the woman turned to face a girl running her way. Her footsteps pounding as she ran towards the woman, she looked young, but her face was aged with dread, looking on the verge of a mental breakdown. However, the girl wasn't coming at her with malice, but rather terror. It only took the woman a minute to see what the poor girl was running from. A figure was approaching quickly, the same footsteps she'd heard not even 10 minutes before. Not even having the time to react, she heard the cocking of a gun, and a deafening bang shattered through the hall. The bullet whipped past her and into the doorframe only inches away from her.

The woman now joined the girl in running from the maniac. They could only get more than a few feet from their previous position before another gunshot echoed through the corridor. It was followed by the piercing scream of the girl, and the hit of her body on the tiling. The woman only looked back for a second, the poor thing now was lying in a growing puddle of her own blood. The woman's eyes now filled with tears; she'd never been so scared for her life. She ran farther and farther hoping that she'd eventually find the end to this hellish hallway. From the end of the hall, she heard the cocking of the gun once more, attempting to make the aim harder for the figure, she began to run from wall to wall, another boom echoed throughout, flying past her and down the corridor. The woman never hesitated however, even with her lungs set on fire by the chase, she ran as fast as she possibly could, searching for any way out.

Her efforts seemed to have finally paid off as she was fast approaching an intersection in the hallway. Arriving at it, she ran down the right side, the left being another string of never-ending doors. At the end of the hallway that she now rushed through, there was an exit door, the green sign above it felt like a blessing from the heavens, almost too good to be true. She ran even faster now, her breath horse, and her heart pounding throughout her body. She ran right into the crash bar of the door, swinging it wide open. As soon as she fell into the room, the woman paused, looking up at the madness of it all. She's back in her hospital room, the sun shining bright through the now open windows. Behind her, she heard the scream of a man, followed shortly after by a bang. Yet another shot, the arm of the person now laying limp in the doorway. Backing away she soon felt her back hit the wall, the booted footsteps were now just outside the room, the sound of a gun being cocked once more sent pure terror through her body, a single tear fell from her eye, hitting the floor as the figure entered the room.