Showing posts with label horror. Show all posts
Showing posts with label horror. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Healers

A friend of mine had a recent visit to a hospital for a quick surgical operation.  After her recovery, she mentioned a drug induced dream she had during her stay.  Today's blog post was inspired by her spooky tale.


I first walked through the doors of this hospital so long ago. The years have passed in a single breath. I spend so much time here, it seems like I never really leave. Patients are rolled in and rolled out. More patients have come and gone, most of them successfully, than I care to count. So many patients use this hospital that they were able to afford a major expansion.

New wings of the building with fancy new machines and operating rooms with the equipment to allow doctors to perform all the advanced new techniques. The new rooms and fancy hallways meant the older wings would be used less and less. Eventually, the hospital bigwigs stopped sending patients down these halls and putting them in these rooms. Janitorial would only send someone to clean the floors as a hazing ritual for new hires. Maintenance would park inoperable gurneys and other pieces of equipment in the vacant halls while they waited for parts or an order for disposal. I was the only one that still regularly walked these hallways and entered these rooms.

I guess I shouldn't say that patients were never put in these unused rooms. Sometimes an intern would mislabel some transfer orders for a comatose patient or a doctor would want to temporarily “relocate” a patient that was healthy but still being difficult. Then they would be put in a room and I would watch over them. I would discuss their condition with them even though they generally were in no condition to hear me. Eventually, the intern's mistake would be uncovered or the doctor's nerves would have settled and someone would come to collect the patient I had carefully watched over. They would be would be returned to the normal, active, upstanding, shiny new areas of the hospital.

Even though it was rare for patients to be placed in the rooms I watched over, I was not alone. Many former patients would greet me in the halls. We would discuss many topics of the day. The weather, the local scholastic and professional sports teams, the latest entertainment releases. Conversations with these friendly souls did wonders to diminish the omnipresent boredom and silence when there were no patients for me to visit during my rounds. When a particularly difficult case would come under my watch, I would sometimes ask one of these former patients to visit and speak with the patient while I continued with my rounds. I will never get a chance to see follow-up reports or read dismissal charts. Because of this, I can't be certain if my efforts have any actual impact or not, but I believe strongly enough that it does good that I will keep on doing it as long as the hospital keeps accepting patients.

****** ****** *******

“Sir, I know you asked me not to report this any more, but it's happening again. We've had patients saying they have heard voices while in the older wings of the hospital.”

An older doctor sighs heavily. His impatience and exhaustion with the topic obvious. “Jensen, we will go over this one more time. The original wing of this hospital is unused and only rarely entered. Any patients that say they hear voices there are experiencing drug induced auditory hallucinations. We've sent out a number of memos requesting that patients no longer be placed in those rooms. If we are still getting reports of voices being heard in that wing, it seems those memos have gone unheeded. It seems we must draft a new one immediately and make sure every one pays attention. We must not let rumors grow that this is a haunted hospital.”

“But sir, these patient stateme.......”

“This is not a haunted hospital! There is no ghost of a doctor that died from a stroke while on his rounds. While patients have died in the long history of this facility, their spirits do not roam the unused halls. The patients that reported these voices were experiencing a side effect of the drugs that had been administered to them. This is the last time we will speak of this. If you mention it again, that will be the last words you utter as an employee of this hospital.”

Have you ever had an odd dream during an illness or while on one medication or another?

Wednesday, January 10, 2018

Night Walkers

Finishing up NaNoWriMo and entering the holiday season ended up being more of a one-two punch than expected this year.  I managed to achieve the 50,000 word goal for November, but there is still a lot of story to tell.  With this in mind, I needed to clear a little space in my head after my daily walks brought me by a nearly abandoned church.  The crooked bell and weather-worn walls lit a spark in my head that grew as I considered what teh building may be used for and why.

The irony of the situation is not lost on me. Here I am. The son of a preacher, excommunicated from his father's religion for a multitude of sins, cowering in a church. I am huddled in a corner of the fellowship hall seeking a night of safety and sanctuary. All I want is a night of peaceful rest without fear. Without having to worry about what is going to kill me before the sun rises in the morning. Is that really too much to ask? These days, it seems so.

Nobody knows exactly when the beasts first appeared or where they came from. Some say they are a failed experiment from Area 51. Others say they have been here since humanity was young, just lurking in the shadows until the time was right. Still others say the beasts are the result of people consuming too many GMO foods and artificial flavorings. Regardless of where they came from, these damn vampires have gotten completely out of control.

None of the books or movies had it right. At least, not as far as this reality is concerned. These vampires didn't live in remote castles kidnapping beautiful women to add to their harem. They don't have secret societies that work with governments to rule the world. They most certainly don't sparkle in the sunlight. Forget about Holy ground. Cemeteries don't even slow these vampires down and churches are just as good for hiding in as any other building with doors and solid walls.

Sunlight is another thing they books and movies got wrong. These vampires don't burn to ash when walking around in the daylight. They will sunburn faster than a nerdy redhead on a Bahama beach, but it's not as lethal as the stories used to say. Crosses are completely useless and garlic only makes their breath smell bad. Honestly, since these suckers eat the flesh and meat of living people, the garlic might actually make their breath smell better. Finally, wooden stakes. Driving one through a vampire's heart is definitely lethal, but only because it would kill any complex living being. If you wanted to, you could use a metal stake, a plastic one, or even a long bone sharpened enough. The hard part was finding the heart. I nearly died five times before out they have their heart more to the right side and behind other organs in their chest, as opposed to human's anyway. Fortunately, stabbing them enough times in the chest is still lethal, if you can survive the fight long enough.

While the old information about vampires and their weaknesses may have been wrong, there is one thing that is correct. Their appetite. A single vampire will attack with its claws and teeth, going for the throat first. If successful, the beast will drink up as much of the blood as it can while its victim thrashes around. Once the blood stops flowing, the vampire will begin eating into the flesh and muscle. It is easy enough to fight off a single vampire's attack. Maybe even possible to survive two or three. It's the packs of five or six, or more, that are impossible to survive. That many teeth and claws all attacking at once make a person into a gory mess rather quickly.

The sun set a couple of hours ago. While the vampires can survive the daylight, their sensitivity tends to cause them to move at night. Entire packs will leave whatever cave or house they have sheltered in and roam around in the pale moonlight. Despite the number of walls between me and the outside and the lack of windows in this hall, I'm pretty sure I can hear a small pack moving around right now. It may only be a figment of my imagination, but it is enough for the hairs on my neck to stand on end as I tuck myself further into the corner.

So, here I sit. A man that had been kicked out of a church for drinking, doing drugs, frequenting brothels, and busted in a child pornography ring, hiding in a church from legendary monsters that don't fit the legends. A member of the species once considered the very top of the food chain trying to avoid being eaten by horrid, ravaging monsters by cowering in a peaceful house of worship. All I want is to wake up from a good night's sleep.

Did that sound like the front doors opening to anyone else?

Have you ever spent time in an abandoned building?  What kind of place was it and what did you do there?


Wednesday, September 24, 2014

"Screen Scream"

The idea for a story can come from anywhere.  An offhand comment in a chat during an artist's streaming video can lead to an idea for a narrative.  This story comes from reminiscing about working with older computers and hearing the signature whine of an older monitor that is on.  

While forming the story a challenging thought occurred to me.  Develop a story without revealing the gender of the main character.  The easiest way to do this would be to simply repeat the character's name and not use any pronouns.  To me, that would be a cheat.  It takes more skill and thought to craft a tale without any he/she or his/hers.

Julian was one of those employees that bosses loved. Quiet, efficient, first one in last one out, getting work done enough before a deadline to pick up the slack left by other workers. Julian's body sat so stiff and erect at the desk, the office motion detectors would shut the lights off under the assumption that everyone had left for the night. It was a common occurrence for the night cleaning staff to happen across Julian writing code in a dark office, the only light coming from the computer screen and reflecting off Julian's face. Tonight was exceptional only in that the cleaning crews had finished all the offices scheduled for that day gone home.

Julian was nearing the end of this particular subroutine at an hour closer to dawn than dusk. A few more keystrokes, a couple clicks of a mouse, and a press of the ENTER key made with a sense of completion signaled the last of the necessary code being completed. Julian sat back and stretched, the lights blinking on as there was finally enough movement to trigger the sensors.

Julian initialized the compiler and set it on the new code to check for errors. Julian knew there wouldn't be any, but the executives upstairs insisted a compiler report accompany every piece of programming. It was a necessary task with some of the programmers that worked for this company, but Julian had yet to make a single error. Too much time and attention to detail was spent for that to happen.

Julian gave the room a look around as the code was crunched and checked. Every piece of equipment was the latest technology on the market. Top of the line monitors connected to network terminals accessing enough processing power to make the guys at NASA drool. The only exception was a single piece of equipment that sat on a pedestal in the middle of the office. It was a throwback computer that belonged in a museum, not the main work floor of a modern technology company. Its presence was a reminder of where the company had started. Julian found it a lot less creepy than some oil painting on the wall of some creepy dude leering at everyone while they worked.

Julian stood as the computer beeped that the compiler was finished. As expected, there were no errors with the entered code. A few clicks of the mouse emailed the necessary files to the executives upstairs. Then it was a simple matter of powering down the terminal and heading home for a long weekend of rest.

Turning towards the door to leave, Julian heard an odd yet familiar sound. It was a high-pitched electronic whine. The last time Julian heard that particular tone was during early computer courses. It was the sound of an old monitor that remained on after the attached computer was shut off. Julian had always thought of that sound as “screen scream.”

Julian looked around the room once again, searching for the source of the sound. All of the modern monitors automatically went to sleep when the terminal was shut down. That only left the classic computer that was on display in the middle of the room. However, Julian could clearly see the back of the display, and there was no power cord to the computer or monitor. Still, the screaming sound continued.

Julian walked around the old system without losing eye contact with the plastic case. Coming around to the front, Julian saw the monitor giving off the green glow that matched the sound of the screaming whine. The sight of a monitor glowing with no source of power made Julian begin to seriously consider taking an overdue vacation.

Julian noticed that the glowing screen wasn't blank. Blocks of shifting and changing pixels dominated the majority of the display. Underneath that three lines of programming code flashed by so fast Julian couldn't see enough to make any sense of it. After a minute Julian's eyes wandered up to the shifting picture above the lines of code. The random shifting pixels seemed to periodically form pictures for a second or two. Faces seemed to resolve in the green glow of the monitor before changing into random images again. The low resolution of the screen didn't allow Julian to recognize too many of the details of each face, but none of them looked particularly happy.

After a minute of hypnotic staring at the monitor and its strange projections, Julian slowly reached out to press the power button. A strange feeling came over Julian before any pressure could be applied to the switch to stop the display being shown. It was a feeling as though every hair on Julian's body was being lifted. They weren't standing up like on a chilly evening or during an emotional song. It was more a sensation like every hair was being pulled up by some external force.

Julian could no longer look away from the faces coming and going on the screen. As a matter of fact, the faces seemed to be getting larger and closer. All sensation seemed to be leaving Julian's body. Just an odd sense of floating remained as the faces that flashed on the screen became clearer and the high pitched scream from the monitor got louder.

Julian started to scream, the tone and pitch starting to blend and match with the scream of the screen. In a bright flash of green, both screams suddenly went silent. The office lights automatically shut off fifteen minutes later since the motion detectors hadn't sensed any movement during that time.


Julian couldn't see or feel anyone around. There was only a sense of many people crowded into a small space. There was an overwhelming darkness. All that was visible was random pieces of code that flittered around the air. Julian felt the desire to get someone's attention, to get some help leaving this other place. Maybe a loud enough scream would work..

Leave a comment below letting me know what you think of my first attempt at a suspenseful/horror story.