Notes: This story is set in 1938 All names and scenes are fictional. As the clock strikes midnight at the small hospital of Lormine, I walk swiftly down the hall, looking for the guest room. I had first come to the hospital to visit a sick friend and had chosen to stay the night. As I kept walking, I noticed an eerie feeling as if someone or something was watching me. I looked around and finally saw the peculiar way nobody was in the hallways—no nurses or anything. I assumed it was just a coincidence. I kept walking, soon realizing I was lost in a dimly lit hallway. I walked over and stopped at one of the many rooms. “102,” I whispered to myself, the number sounded familiar but I couldn't place my finger on it. I grabbed the door handle and immediately pulled back, The metal was freezing cold and had a soft layer of dust covering it. I grasp the handle again and pull the door open. The room looks like a typical hospital room. A bed, some cupboards, and a shattered mirror? “Wait, that's not right,” I thought to myself, continuing to examine the room. I walk over to the bed noticing it's messier than the others. I picked up a brochure and glanced at the date: “1908?” I whispered to myself as I opened the pamphlet. As I read it, I realized it was about schizophrenia. I set the brochure back down and wandered over to the broken mirror. I looked into the reflection, seeing myself along with the face of a nurse; her eyes were just deep sockets, and her grayish-white skin clung tightly to her bones. I gasped and quickly spun around, expecting to see someone, but no one was there. I hurriedly left the room and noticed a small closet at the end of the hallway. As I approached the rusty metal door, I covered my nose against the horrendous odor.
This is my first horror story Constructive criticism appreciated
