Working in a hospital that is being closed is not enjoyable. Bit by bit the life that fills the corridors and wards decreases. The demoralised staff, worry about their future, as the patients become smaller in number. The Intensive Care Unit is the first to have no patients. Routine surgery requiring intensive care ceases weeks before the closure. The ambulances are diverting traffic accidents and medical emergencies to other hospitals. Highly trained nurses sit and twiddle their thumbs. They aren’t used to such inactivity and are bored. Bored out of their minds. Their help is not required elsewhere as the wards too are winding down.
“Come on,” the two nurses begged Jake. “We’re bored. It’ll be fun.”
“Okay”. Reluctantly he submitted to their plan.
Lying on the trolley, wrapped in a shroud, he heard them make the intensive care unit look as though recent action had taken place. He heard the swing doors open.
“Can you take the patient to the morgue Nurse? We have a lot of work to do here.”
Jake felt the trolley rolling. Hearing the lift doors open, he sat.
The nurse screamed.
Hours later, the morgue doors opened, the trolley rolled in. No longer would Jake sit.
I have pondered long and hard on this event. It was creepy and has spooked me ever since. Was there peace to be found inside that shroud?
In response to Charli’s prompt October 22, 2014 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a creepy story. It can be prompted by the green fog in the photo, an imaginative idea about the Beals or take place in a cemetery. If other creepy ideas take hold, go for it! We’ll all shudder and be in the mood for Halloween–or grateful for its passing.
Respond by October 28 to be included in the weekly compilation.