13 Floors: A Narrative Fiction

For once I felt the sudden need to be near other people, so I headed for the door quickly. The street was deserted. Strewn across the road were all my belongings. Why were they here and not in my cardboard box where I slept in Well Street? Who had done this? Were they thieves? Not that I had much to steal. I began gathering everything up. My blankets had been shredded. There were dents in things, bits pulled off other things and generally messed with. Even the things that used to be usefully were destroyed. Why would anyone even bother to do this? As I looked at my surroundings I began to feel a little disorientated. The ground seemed to move. Then I felt distinctly uneasy. Was he back? At a distance I thought I could see people so I hurried in their direction but they never seemed to get nearer. At once, I was then surrounded by them! No faces! They’ve got no faces! I closed my eyes and when I opened them the people were gone. I suddenly felt as if I was being watched. I glanced around furtively and out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw a lion! I screamed but it was gone. As I again looked around I thought I could see dozens of pairs of eyes behind every window staring at me malevolently. I turned and ran. Breathlessly, I re-entered the church and slammed the door behind me.

I covered my mouth to keep it shut and not say anything. He was wearing black boots and black pants. I could see him running towards the open window in a hurry. Maybe he thought i jumped out or something. He began to run towards the stairs. “He’s leaving” i whispered… But there was no answer, I realized that the call was cut. The man was stepping down the stairs… when all of a sudden there was a loud ringtone coming from my hand. There was then a panic in my heart. The man rushed back into my room and entered, There was a moment of silence when all i could see was the man’s black boots staring straight at my eyes. When suddenly there was a powerful pull dragging me out of the bed. Closing my eyes all i could feel is was extrucenary pain all over my body, every second. I reached out for anything near by so I could at least fight. I felt something from the tip of my fingers. I got a grip of something and swung as hard as I could, I hit him hard. The man fell back. I opened my eyes and there he was, Lying on the ground. Weak and hurt i got up and slowly started walking out of my room and down the stairs. My whole body hurt it was hard to move. I heard the man start to get up, I was terrified. I decided to walk to the basement door to try and hide. I remembered the small door that was in the basement. And went gently to open the door. Weak and in pain I was able to get down the old sketchy stairs and move some boxes to open the door. I opened the door. On the other side was a little room. It was dark and had a little bit of light coming from the outside. Maybe the moon light from the outside. I sat on the small corner of the room.I wrapped my arms around my body to try and stay warm. It was quiet for a second. Until I heard the basement door slam open. The man's foot steps were loud and you could tell he wasn't very happy. I could easily read exactly where he was. He was looking for me,

My legs are shaking with pain, but I need to know where I am and what strange things lie outside of that door way. Slowly I am making my way there, I hear people having a conversation just outside. I haven’t a clue what they are saying, it seems to be in some odd language. Finally I’m at the door. Terrified, I grab the knob and start to open it. It squeaks when I swing it open. In the hall I see no one, just white walls with white tile. “What the,” I say to out loud. I could have sworn I heard someone. My eye catches my room number, 387, it has my name on it. I look right and left, but see nothing expect florescent lighting and shut doors. I go to the door across from mine and try to open it. Locked, that’s odd. I try the next one, locked once again. I keep going, now at room 365 I give the knob a turn and it actually comes open. I hesitantly wander into the area. It looks the same as mine, minus the painting on one of the walls. It is an extremely abnormal painting. It depicts an out of the ordinary creature. “Why would this be in a hospital?” I whisper to myself.

At the front gate, there were weeds all over what used to be a garden. The door suddenly swung on its creaky hinges. Pitch black. You couldn’t see a thing in the cabin. Every couple of minutes shingles would fall off the roof. I was scared. Terrified. Then I heard creaking floorboards.

I looked around. "Yeah, maybe." She threw out her cigarette and nodded to me before walking back into her room. I stood outside, just watching room five. *What the hell could be in there?* I leaned against the door, put my ear to it and I listened. It was silent for a short while, but I heard a muffled knock come from inside. I continued to listen. Another knock. Then another knock. And then, complete silence. I kept my ear at the door, just listening, waiting. Another knock, but this time, it was against the door. I jumped back, shocked by what had just happened. I knew there was somebody or something in there and the fact that I didn't know who or what it was, had me completely horrified. I just wanted to get far away from that motel.

When I woke up, I had no idea where I was, until seconds later when I realized almost everything in the room was white. My hair was pulled out of my bun and I was wearing a patient's gown. There was a lady in baby blue shirt with little snoopy dogs on it leaning over the bed with a clipboard in her left hand, and a pen in her right. The instant I moved my head to look around, I regretted it and let my head flop back down, then regretted that even more. My whole right side of my body felt like it was being burned and stabbed right there on the spot. I moaned and I heard my mom's voice, just a little too

Pounding on the door, I yelled, “Catelina! Open the door! It’s me! Grayson!” A piercing scream sounded from the apartment. I bashed the door down in a rush and ran into the apartment. The scream sounded again. It’s from the direction of the bathroom. Opening the bathroom door, blood came into my vision. Speckles of bright red blood decorated the white tiles. Catelina was lying in a puddle of blood. Her eyes wide open in fright and blood gushing out from her torn neck. Suddenly, patches of darkness appeared in front of me as my conscious slowly drifted away. A pair of hypnotising eyes was the last thing I saw.

I woke to shouting and banging on my door. I grabbed my pocket watch from the side of my bed; it read 4 o’clock. Who would be at my door this early in the morning? I thought. My body was dragged from the bed as I trudged along to my front door.

I heard the door shut and felt like I was alone, it was still pitch black so I was not sure of it. As the time passed it began to get hotter as if I were in a sauna, I began to sweat and panic. After approximately thirty minutes he had come back in the room but I didn’t just hear one but two voices speaking, I was not able to understand what they were discussing, all I heard was mumbling. As I was trying to eavesdrop on their conversation before I could hear anything they had begun to drag me to another place I was not sure of. I began to wonder why I was not able to see anything but pitch black until I had remembered something very important. I was so caught up with being very frightened that I had forgotten that I was born without my

I don't know who could be out here in the middle of the night, so I slowly approach my Front door. while i'm making my way toward the door I start to hear a constant ticking. Before i had time to react the door is blown to pieces and i'm flung across my living room. I hit the far wall with the force of a charging bull. After hitting the wall my almost lifeless body slowly slide down the cracked wall. when i finally reach the floor my visions blurry and

Turning the light on and closing the door as I enter. Turning around I am faced with the same little girl that I locked in a room alone for twelve years, only giving her the smallest portion for food to just keep her alive. She looks me dead in the eyes with a look of pure evil written across her face. In one hand she wields a knife that looks like it is from the kitchen portion of my room. In the other she holds a heart that seems to still barely be beating. Shaking my head I back away to try and escape but before I can make it to the door Lizzy lunges at me and before I realize it there is a knife sticking out of my chest where my heart is. She start to slice my abdomen open, pulling out my intestine right before my very eyes. Everything goes black as I face the fact that, the most perfect patient I have ever had has been a lie. My final feeling is my heart being ripped out of my body still beating in her blood covered little

I see a light up head somewhere up stairs and down the hall to the right. I hustle towards it, keeping my shoulder against the wall for balance. I run faster, dreading what could happen to me, as Mrs.Berntson’s heels inch louder and louder. I close my eyes for a split second, I feel something yank on my shirt ripping a hole through it, then tearing through my skin leaving a blood seeping cut in my arm.

“Yo I didn’t wanna enter but I had to!” she said pretending to have an heart attack. “What happened in there?” Alexia asked worriedly. It was a dark and gloomy night and there I was at the bottom of a long and windy dirt road, which partially connected to the main intersection of the town, at the end a large abandoned manor, guarded by a tall black fence with an even taller and creepier gate. The wind was howling and the thunder was crashing, I felt scared, I reached the gate, it was locked, I was about to go back when suddenly there was a massive strike of thunder and the gate cracked open, a voice in my head was telling me not to go in, but I was curious to see where the strange noises were coming from. I creeped up the few steps that were there  and stopped, the door stared at me, I felt like it was calling me in, I heard a bang from inside and quickly galnced at the window, then I looked again, taking longer this time to see if the glowing red eyes I saw were really there.

I take a running leap and land on top of a dumpster. I leap again and catch the edge of the windowsill of a abended building. I pull myself up and through the window. I land with a soft thud on the hardwood floor. I make my way into a hallway. The floor is littered with dirt and debris. I arrive at the end of the hallway and open a door that gives access to the stairway. I go up a level and walk through a doorway into another hallway. There is only one door to the left and I open it. The room’s barley lit with only light coming in through the window that is partly being blocked by someone standing in front of

“It’s too late.” she replied, “Maybe tomorrow.” This time was different. Freddie didn’t run away again, instead.... he called for Doris. The power shut off at the blink of an eye. I couldn’t see anything, but I could feel things flying across the room. There were voices, but there was so much going on that I couldn’t identify where it was coming from. I ran to the basement to flip the switch, but only the dim lights to the basement came on. I opened my eyes to furniture covered in stark white sheets. I could hear whispering, no it was more like