HOS-EW-FL4-STR-PTZ [10.666].mp4 by I.R. Sullen

Perry fast-forwards through a stolen copy of the hospital's only uncorrupted feed, taken by a security camera in the east wing.

Wait.

He rewinds. Presses play.

A blood-soaked nurse bounds down the stairs. Before he can make it to the next floor, he stumbles to a stop: a security guard ascends. Her steps, shambling.

He turns to run but is overtaken. The guard tears through flesh, bone, limbs. When she's finished, she looks at the camera with black eyes––and the screen goes dark.

Adrenaline surges as Perry looks at the reflection.

At the inhuman eyes now over his shoulder.

 

 

About the Author

I.R. Sullen is a writer living in the Pacific Northwest. Grants professional by day, they are a reader and weaver of weird and chilling tales by night.