Chapter 3

The second floor was the ward area. In the long corridor, rows of old, battered hospital beds stretched out. Some were empty, some held broken skeletons, and others were covered with grimy sheets stained dark red.

The walls were scratched up, like someone had clawed at them with their nails, and there were dark red stains that looked suspiciously like blood.

The kerosene lamp barely lit up the path ahead, leaving most of the corridor shrouded in shadows. At the end, there was nothing but pitch blackness, a massive black hole, waiting to swallow me whole as I stepped forward.