Everything is Not What it Appears

Part 2

Heres the last part

The figure calls out names in groups of four, quickly getting everyone sorted. In my group, I luckily have both Marcus and Damon. The figure has each group enter separately, waiting around ten minutes before allowing the next group to go. My group enters into the reception area, chairs in pieces from the weather. The desk covered in dust, dirt, and papers that had survived through the elements.

"Well doesn't this look welcoming," Marcus joked.

"So do we just explore till the morning or do we want to find a room and stay there?" Asked Phebe.

"Well, I suggest we explore. I didn't come all this way to sit in some stuffy room," I told.

The boys nodded their heads in agreement as Phebe sighs saying," Well I for one am going to find someplace to stay." Phebe leaves us while the rest of us leave the reception area and move into a room that is filled with filing cabinets. Damon walks towards one near the left corner of the room, attempting to open it. The cabinet rattles a bit before opening revealing patient documents. We spend a few minutes looking at the papers until I come across one with my name on it.

Patient Sarah Belindona, the reason for checking in: severe hallucinations, emotionally unstable...

As I am reading the papers, a blood-curdling scream is heard echoing through the building. Marcus runs out of the room mentioning that he is going to check on Phebe. Damon and I walk out of the room waiting for Marcus to come back.

"There is something strange happening here. In that room, there were files on everyone that showed up." Damon mentioned.

"Yeah, the one I read about me has personal information that the school doesn't know about," I said.

As Damon was about to open his mouth something dropped from the ceiling landing on his face. Damon wipes it off bringing it into the light. It is some form of red liquid. We both look up seeing more dripping down from the ceiling as well as trailing down the walls. I take a step away from the walls as Marcus comes running around the corner. His shirt is drenched in what appears to be blood.

"Phebe, Phebe's like dead. Her head gone, whatever killed her took it," quavered Marcus.

"What do you mean she's dead? She, she was with us like twenty minutes ago," argued Damon.

"Look man, I know what saw okay. If you don't believe go check for yourself. Her body is in the infirmary." snapped Marcus.

As the boys argued, I noticed a shadowy figure slowly make is way towards us. I tried to grab their attention, but they only ignored me. The figure was about maybe ten feet away before it stopped. The boys still didn't notice, the figure swings it arm flinging an object towards us. The object hits Damon in the chest and splats to the ground.

"I-is that w-what I think it is," I stuttered.

"I think we found her head," stated Damon.

The figure opens its mouth and lets out an unnatural scream before advancing towards us. Marcus grabs me pulling me in front of him as we run. The figure follows quickly as we run down the halls, following the twists and turns of the building. Damon a little bit behind us trips over his feet face planting into the ground. I stop getting ready to go help him before being dragged away by Marcus.

"Sarah, come on! We don't have time to help him, that thing is not far behind," Marcus said frantically.

"W-we can't just leave him, Marcus!" I yelled stuttering slightly.

"At least let me get you somewhere safe. After that I will go back for him okay," Marcus said.

Marcus continued to drag me away from Damon as he is yelling for us to not leave him. As we round the corner, I see the figure pounce on Damon, ripping into him. He screams begging for it to stop as the figure screams back. At this point, I am crying, wanting this all to end. After a few more minutes of running Marcus stops in front of a room, turning to face me.

"Sarah hid in here till the morning. I am going to go search and see if I can find anyone else from our school."

"No, please don't leave me. I can't lose you as well. Please don't leave me," I beg sobbing.

"Sarah, you know I have to do this okay. It will be safer for you to hid here instead of wandering around with me," urged Marcus.

Marcus slowly begins to push me into the room as I am sobbing, begging him to stay with me. He gets me into the room then slams the door shut. I bang on the door, "MARCUS! PLEASE DON'T DO THIS, DON'T LEAVE ME IN HERE PLEASE!" He walks away, searching each room as he goes trying to lead the figure away from me. As soon as he reaches the end of the hallway, the figure drops from the ceiling landing on him. He yells, trying to fight off the figure. The figure begins bashing his head against the floor silencing him. I sit in the corner of the room sobbing still. I wrap my arms around the legs rocking back and forth.

"Please, please don't go. You promised you wouldn't leave me."

Hours pass by, the room instead of looking dirty slowly becomes cleaner. The room becomes brighter and you can easily see the padding that is placed on the walls. I look down at myself and notice instead of my hoodie, black jeans and tennis shoes, I am barefoot and in a straitjacket. A knock is heard on the door, piercing the silence. A few muffled voices are heard before the door finally opens.

"Good morning Miss Belinda, how are you feeling today? My name is Dr. Marcus McGunnis and as of today I will be your new psychiatrist." Dr. Marcus smiles at me.