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Haunted hospital
written by Genocide Reaper
08:03 AM 2/3/05
In an old clattered hospital that lay in ruins. Haunted by a thousand ghost that rise to the summit. It is blood curdling murder they shall commit. Frozen all the way to the bone, the young, virgin arrives, fidelity in reality. Broken by voices is her mind as she crosses the thresh-hold, driven by a curiosity that can kill. This psychotic readers is not a dream. Nor is it a drill, this young girl will find herself in this haunted abode for demons and creatures of the dark, as she takes her first step, into another world located in the Devil's amusement park. Past insanity lines the walls, dried blood and saliva, on the floor, writings of mad men and seductive whores entrench the stones. Inside of this decadent castle of wicked creations lye's the truth of the after life, and forgotten temptation. Dr's that could not cure the sickness, only numb it, Nurses that couldn't aid the insane, so they dosed them. Money born from souls torn, lives shredded by a disease that medicine could not cure, not a soul infected was pure. Now this building of brooding, this palace of pain, became nothing more than a lure, no more did it harbor the virtues of a vicious virus. It simply became a lure, upon the curious did the rain pour, the rain that became as blood, and stained them. To their very souls. No one else could understand the passing of people here. No one wanted to confess the sickness that brought the fear. For it was not a biological disease, nor was it emotional trauma, it was a possession of the human body. Evil has infected the world already, but upon these few people, it had taken its toll.. This lone woman lost in this world slowly started to realize, she had stepped into a world left behind, one put into a closest by the ones that claimed they were to intelligent, to believe such lies, they believed they had stronger minds. They too had already surpassed infection, they too became the living dead, haunting this palace, this castle which breeds malice. Simply put dear readers of this dark piece of work, she came to realize, she was in a kingdom, where demons and pure evil did lurk.


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by Foiazzy (2-3-2005 - 12:18 PM)
I love it.

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