Ward Thirteen 1/5


The building stood dark against the skyline.

The sloping grounds vibrating from the traffic as the city made its way home. And beneath the grass. The long forgotten passages only a few had known about.

A white tiled room.

A flickering light.

Illuminating barely enough.

Broken restraints on a rusted bed. Dusty equipment in an open drawer. A shiver then for what might’ve been. An inkling of what went on. The screams of the last patient still dripping from the wipe clean walls.

A catch of breath at the creak.
A sound.
Like the somnambulant soles of a nurses shoe


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