I pulled myself up out of the hole in the mattress. I could hear the inhuman sounds of the things behind me. They were coming. I ran out of the room and down the hall towards the staircase. Up the stairs and back into the psych ward. I hoped I was right. I ran past the empty rooms and up to the electronic door that wouldn’t open before. It was unlocked. Now that Hellequin’s grip on this place had weakened the locks were all disabled equally. I walked into the main hallway of the fourth floor. It had felt like so long since Odom was chasing me down this hall. That was before I found Melissa. Before I found my father. I wasn’t able to save them. I had a chance to escape though. I went up to the elevator and hit the down button. It dinged and opened. I took a step forward and stopped. In front of me, was a nurse’s cart usually used to take food and meds down the halls to the patients. It didn’t have either of those things though. On it was a white sheet covering a large box shaped object. I didn’t want to know what was under the sheet. I had become accustomed to playing Hellequin’s games but this was different. I was sure he was busy dealing with his own hell right now. This was something else. It was in my way none the less. I reached for the sheet and pulled it off. An old school TV was under it. It came to life with static. Then a picture appeared in the frame. It was a video of the rehab center downstairs. It was an extension of the first floor. I had never checked it before because the video feed showed it empty. This video showed something entirely different. This video showed it was full of people. More patients. The missing patients from level one.

There was no sound coming from the TV. The patients were all standing around talking. Yelling actually. They all looked pretty startled. Rightfully so. Most of these patients had minor psychological issues or problems with addiction. They were the sanest of all the patients in Crown Hill. Unlike the crazies of the psych ward who had become more unstable when evil filled this place, these patients had hid. They had all gone to the rehab center. I could see that the door was barricaded. A fight began to break out. Two of the patients were pulled apart from each other. Everyone was watching the two that were fighting. None of them saw the figure that had appeared in the corner of the room. I didn’t even see it appear. It was just there. It was sitting in an old beat up wheelchair. It had a white sheet over it. There was rope tied around its wrists and ankles keeping the sheet tight against it. It had the figure of a person, but I knew better than that. This was one of them. The patients had begun to become aware of its presence. Soon the entire group was looking at the wheelchair specter and were yelling at it. The rope on its wrists and ankles untied on their own and then shot out at the nearest patient. He was snared by the living ropes and they pulled him towards the wheelchair. He was screaming. I didn’t need to hear it to know that. I could see the veins in his throat tense with his open mouth. The thing pulled him in. Its sheet lifted just enough for him to fit under it. Then there was blood flowing out from it. Covering the floor. Then everyone else was screaming. They were trying to take the barricade down from the door. The thing got up. It started moving towards them with a calculated patience. The screen cut out. It was replaced with an on screen message that looked straight out of an old TV show. The kind of message that usually said something like be right back. This message said something far more sinister.

“Dinner Time! Come On Down Bryce! You Must Be Starving After Such A Long Day!”

Something else was fucking with me. It was just what I needed. I wheeled the TV out of the elevator and then went down to the first floor. I walked passed the security office and turned to go towards the front door. Of course, the front door wasn’t there anymore. Just a wall that shouldn’t be there. I knew it was unlikely, but I needed to see for myself. I was stuck here for the long haul. It wouldn’t be as easy as running away. I was going to have to fight my way out. I didn’t have anywhere else left to go. So I walked down the hall towards the rehab center.

The double doors to the rehab center were part way open. They had tried to break through the doors after getting the barricade of stuff moved. No one had escaped. I peeked through the crack in the doors. The lights were still on in the room. That was a good sign. I pulled at the doors until I got them to budge enough to get through. Inside the room the pool of blood from the first unlucky patient was right where it should have been. The other patients were gone. I looked around the room and found no sign of them. There was a door with a glass window in it to the right of me. The lights were flickering on and off. I could see people. Or what looked like people in the room. I walked over to it and opened the door. It was a treatment room. Inside people were sitting down in chairs. All of them had white sheets covering them. The sheets were all still. Whatever was under these sheets wasn’t breathing. I backed out of the room and didn’t take my eyes off of them. Then the sheets started moving. In and out. First just one of them. Then two. Then all of them. Now they were all breathing. Their breathing increased speed. Then they stopped. Their heads all turned in unison to look at me. I didn’t need to see their faces to know that they weren’t human. A hand grabbed me on the shoulder.

“Hey man! We need to get out of here! Now!”

One of the patients from the video. One of the ones who had gotten in the fight, was in front of me, pulling on me. The sheets all rose up and started moving towards us. He was right. We needed to go.

“Where!?” I asked.

“This way. Come on!”

The man ran ahead of me. I wasn’t used to being the one following. He wasn’t waiting for me either. He ran through a door on the other side of the room. It lead to the showers. I followed after him and he wedged a metal pipe against it from the other side. He had another metal pipe in his hand. They looked like they had been torn from the plumbing system. Something I should have thought about a long time ago.

“There’s no way out of here. The showers are a dead end,” I said.

“Yeah. That’s what I thought also. This place isn’t the same as it used to be though.”

I knew what he meant. Just like the downstairs rooms that shouldn’t exist and the wall where the front door should have been. This place was different now. My internal map was basically useless.

“So is there a way out?”

“Something like that. You will just have to come see for yourself.”

We walked down the tiled hall. We came out of it into the shower room. The room was expansive. In the center of the showers. There was a hole. No ladder this time though. Instead there was a rope. The rope went up through the hole in the ceiling.

“Up. Better than going down I guess,” I said.

“Hope so.”

“I’m Bryce.”

“Steve.”

“You have any idea what’s up there?”

He didn’t have time to answer my question. The sound of a projector filled the shower room. The lights flickered and then went out. On the wall, a projection played, even though there was no projector to create it. Another message was on the wall now.

“Now Back To Your Regularly Scheduled Programming”

Another video began to play.