Shop Forum More Submit  Join Login
About Literature / Hobbyist Matthew CalhounMale/United States Recent Activity
Deviant for 3 Years
Needs Core Membership
Statistics 31 Deviations 34 Comments 2,477 Pageviews
×

Newest Deviations

Literature
Season of Giving
It was quite the frantic sight. On the side of a highway, in the middle of the night, in the driving snow, three EMTs were desperately digging away snow from around their ambulance’s tires. It was Christmas Eve, and they had been on their way to the nearby hospital to deliver three very precious gifts. Gifts so fragile they wouldn’t last long if they couldn’t get the ambulance out soon. No one was more aware of that than the EMT furiously digging out the back tires.
“Mike, take it easy”, the EMT digging towards the front said, “You’re gonna wear yourself out if you keep going like that”.
“I can’t stop now, Luke!”, Mike exclaimed to the EMT up front, “We’ve already been here an hour. If we don’t get back on the road soon, that little girl is done for!”
“You think I don’t know that?”, Luke asked in reply, “We’re not gonna do her any favors if we wind up hurting ourselve
:iconHenshinHead:HenshinHead
:iconhenshinhead:HenshinHead 1 0
Literature
Night of the Jack-O-Lantern
It was a foggy, moonlit night above a small neighborhood. Running along the streets between the decorated cottages were dozens of costumed children. It was Halloween night, and the young revelers were on parade, knocking on neighbors’ doors, with screams and cheers of “Trick or Treat” echoing through the still night air. Among the hordes of screaming children, were four young friends skipping together; a young which, a boy dressed as a vampire, a ghost in a bed sheet, and a little pink fairy princess. The young friends had already visited most of the houses in the neighborhood, and their treat bags were heavy with their spoils. They came to a stop at an intersection, trying to decide where to go next.
“Oh, let’s try the Jones’!”, the little vampire exclaimed, pointing to the house on the left.
“Nah, they always give out those old hard candies”, the little ghost replied, “What about the Mendez’s? I heard they’re giv
:iconHenshinHead:HenshinHead
:iconhenshinhead:HenshinHead 1 0
Literature
The Limo Shoot
The crew was taking a final inspection of the limousine. Three men in dark clothes were examining the limo from bumper-to-bumper, making sure everything was in place. Two of them had been working for hours, getting everything ready for the big shot. The parking garage had been cleared out, the lights and cameras were rigged, they even polished the leather interior. All of it for a scene that the crew knew nothing about, even after the third man finally arrived.
“When’s everyone else suppose to show up anyway?”, a man wearing a baseball capped asked.
“They’ll be here soon enough”, a man wearing a leather jacket replied tersely, “Has everything been set up like we asked?”
“Yes, sir”, the third man wearing a grey hoodie replied as he stood in front of the open passenger door, “We’ve got one camera set up inside the driver’s side door, and another in the back facing the rear seats. The lighting should be enough t
:iconHenshinHead:HenshinHead
:iconhenshinhead:HenshinHead 0 0
Mature content
31 Floors - 13th Floor :iconhenshinhead:HenshinHead 0 0
Mature content
31 Floors - 12th Floor :iconhenshinhead:HenshinHead 0 0
Literature
31 Floors - 11th Floor
The teens spent half an hour exploring the eleventh floor, but they found nothing. No patients, no doctors, no spirits of any kind. The only thing they could find were a bunch of empty recovery rooms and nurses stations. But what they also couldn’t find was another way up. Every way that looked like a possible exit only led to a dead end. After a while, they all agreed to stop for a while and decide what to do next.
They sat around a moonlit window, contemplating whether they should go back down or keep looking around this floor. Eventually the conversation turned to what happened to each of them when they got separated. Maya went first, telling them about how the vapors chased her to the top of the steps before they disappeared. Then Jenny went next, telling them all about the x-ray chamber and the translucent figure that attacked her. Then Darrel told them about the burn ward, and about how the burning patients trapped themselves in their own blaze. And finally Chris told them
:iconHenshinHead:HenshinHead
:iconhenshinhead:HenshinHead 0 0
Literature
31 Floors - 10th Floor
Back in the stairwell, Maya was still sitting at the top of the eleventh floor landing. She had stopped crying, but she was still inconsolable, and still too scared to move from her spot. For the longest time, she stared out a nearby window into the moonlit night. In the relative safety of where she sat, she allowed her mind to wander, imaging what her night would’ve been like if she hadn’t agreed to come to the hospital.
Earlier in the week, she had been invited to her friend Spencer’s Halloween party. Spencer’s family was one of the wealthiest in town, and they always hosted a big party on their estate. This year, they had agreed to let Spencer throw his own party in the guest house, and he invited just about everyone in their school to attend. But she chose not to go for the same reasons the others didn’t: Chris didn’t get invited. They were just going to visit the hospital, then hang out together at Jenny’s house. A fine enough plan, but th
:iconHenshinHead:HenshinHead
:iconhenshinhead:HenshinHead 0 0
Mature content
31 Floors - 9th Floor :iconhenshinhead:HenshinHead 0 0
Mature content
31 Floors - 8th Floor :iconhenshinhead:HenshinHead 0 0
Mature content
31 Floors - 7th Floor :iconhenshinhead:HenshinHead 0 0
Literature
31 Floors - 6th Floor
At the end of that darkened hallway, the teens had found another flight of stairs, and now found themselves on the sixth floor. Unlike before, their journey up had been quiet and uneventful. And so far, they hadn’t found anything of consequence on this floor. From the stairwell, the teens had followed down another darkened hallway, passing by empty offices and patient rooms. It wasn’t until they reached the end of the hallway that they finally found something that felt almost too good to be true: a new, wider, moonlit stairwell, next to an elevator.
“Guys, is that what I think it is?”, Chris asked, breaking the group’s silence.
“Yeah, I think it is”, Maya replied, “We might actually be able to find a way out…”
“Or at least find a faster way up…”, Darrel added, “I’d be alright just skipping ahead a few chapters in this horror story…”
“And getting around whatever else might be wait
:iconHenshinHead:HenshinHead
:iconhenshinhead:HenshinHead 1 0
Mature content
31 Floors - 5th Floor :iconhenshinhead:HenshinHead 0 0
Mature content
31 Floors - 4th Floor :iconhenshinhead:HenshinHead 0 0
Mature content
31 Floors - 3rd Floor :iconhenshinhead:HenshinHead 0 0
Mature content
31 Floors - 2nd Floor :iconhenshinhead:HenshinHead 0 0
Mature content
31 Floors - 1st Floor :iconhenshinhead:HenshinHead 0 0

Groups

Activity


It was quite the frantic sight. On the side of a highway, in the middle of the night, in the driving snow, three EMTs were desperately digging away snow from around their ambulance’s tires. It was Christmas Eve, and they had been on their way to the nearby hospital to deliver three very precious gifts. Gifts so fragile they wouldn’t last long if they couldn’t get the ambulance out soon. No one was more aware of that than the EMT furiously digging out the back tires.

“Mike, take it easy”, the EMT digging towards the front said, “You’re gonna wear yourself out if you keep going like that”.

“I can’t stop now, Luke!”, Mike exclaimed to the EMT up front, “We’ve already been here an hour. If we don’t get back on the road soon, that little girl is done for!”

“You think I don’t know that?”, Luke asked in reply, “We’re not gonna do her any favors if we wind up hurting ourselves.”

“I wouldn’t bother with him”, the third EMT clearing a path to the road called back, “He’s been like this since we left St.John’s.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed”, Luke remarked, “Come to think of it, he’s been that way since we got this assignment”.

Without looking up, Mike replied, “That’s because I volunteered us for it”.

“You did what?!”, the third EMT yelled out from the edge of the road, “So I’m out here freezing my tail off and missing Christmas with my kids because of you?!”

“Easy, Marco”, Luke replied calmly, “Someone still had to do this, even if it wasn’t us. Though uh… it would be nice to know why it had to be us”. He turned his attention back to Mike, waiting for an answer as both men kept digging.

Mike looked up, and stared between the other two for a moment before replying, “Look, it was important. Someone had to do it, so why not us?”

“How about the fact that all our families are probably worried sick about us right now?”, Marco replied frankly, “You think any of them would be happy if we froze to death out here trying to help some sick kid?”

“She’s not just some sick kid!”, Mike yelled at Marco, “I just… I had to do this, alright?”

“Come on, Mike…”, Luke said, “Just tell us straight: Why us? Why you?”

As Mike kept looking back and forth between the two, a look of guilt came over his face. With a heavy sigh, he sat back in the snow, staring out onto the darkened road ahead of them. After a moment, he finally replied, “Look guys… this girl, she’s not just anyone. She’s the daughter of an old friend of mine. One who… passed away some time ago…”

Luke and Marco looked distraught as Mike continued, “Her mother and I… we were best friends in college. We did everything together. We would study, party, get in trouble, then run off to this little pub to laugh about all of it. I used to tell her everything, even stuff I couldn’t share with my other friends or family. And I thought she told me everything too… until the day she ran out with my sister’s husband…” He shook his head, “We had a huge falling out after that. She didn’t talk to me for years. Then one day, I found out she had gotten sick and died, and no one told me about it for months!” He let out another sigh, “I was so mad for so long, I didn’t even try to reach out to her… It might be too late to make amends with her, but I thought... maybe I can make it up to her daughter… I know it sounds like I’m beating myself up over nothing, but I’ll never be able to forgive myself if I don’t try.”

Mike then sat up, looking towards the others before adding, “I’m sorry I dragged you guys into this, but I can’t do this alone. Will you help me save her little girl?”

Luke and Marco looked to each other for a moment. Then with a nod, they looked back to Mike, both giving him a reassuring smile.

“Why didn’t you say so in the first place?”, Marco asked.

“Saving lives is what we do, right?”, asked Luke.

Fighting back tears, Mike simply nodded and smiled in reply, as they all got back to work.

They worked through the night, finally digging enough to get the ambulance back on the road. They arrived at the hospital just at the break of dawn Christmas morning. They rushed up to the girl’s room, carrying three gifts for her: Marco brought in medications and anesthesia; Luke brought in emergency blood for transfusion; and Mike was bearing the most important gift of all: a new heart that the girl desperately needed. Despite their delay, they arrived just in time. And as her doctor’s rushed her off to surgery, Mike and the girl’s father made their way to the waiting room to have a long overdue talk.
Season of Giving
I've been meaning to throw this up for a while now, but here it is. It's the story of three EMTs whose ambulance gets caught in snow while delivering life-saving supplies to a sick little girl on Christmas Eve night. But for one of these EMTs, it's about more than just saving a little girl's life...

Written for a holiday short story contest. If you like this story, check out my gallery for more! And whatever time of year it is for you, Happy Holidays!
Loading...
It was a foggy, moonlit night above a small neighborhood. Running along the streets between the decorated cottages were dozens of costumed children. It was Halloween night, and the young revelers were on parade, knocking on neighbors’ doors, with screams and cheers of “Trick or Treat” echoing through the still night air. Among the hordes of screaming children, were four young friends skipping together; a young which, a boy dressed as a vampire, a ghost in a bed sheet, and a little pink fairy princess. The young friends had already visited most of the houses in the neighborhood, and their treat bags were heavy with their spoils. They came to a stop at an intersection, trying to decide where to go next.

“Oh, let’s try the Jones’!”, the little vampire exclaimed, pointing to the house on the left.

“Nah, they always give out those old hard candies”, the little ghost replied, “What about the Mendez’s? I heard they’re giving out full-sized candy bars!”

“No, my uncle said they were skipping Halloween this year”, the little witch replied, “They were gonna celebrate the Day of the Dead with family from Mexico.”

“Well we gotta pick something”, the fairy princess said, “My Mom wants me back home soon…”

As the children looked around, they saw two large figures making their way through the crowd of revelers from opposite directions; one was of a portly, mustachioed man wearing an orange tuxedo and carrying a giant lollipop, who was skipping around as merrily as the children he walked past; the other, was a tall, narrow figure, wearing a long black cloak, with a jack-o’-lantern for a head and hands that looked like brown twigs. The children watched as both slowly made their way through the crowd to them.

The pumpkin-headed figure was the first to arrive. It stood hunched in front of the children, looming over them as it’s glowing eyes examined them. The children back away from it out of fear, but it still moved closer, as if hovering above the ground. Just as the children were about to run away, the portly man in the orange tuxedo arrived.

“Hello there, my young friends!”, the portly man exclaimed, holding his lollipop out.

The children stared at the portly man for a moment, occasionally glancing back at the cloaked figure with concern.

“Oh, pay no attention to that creeper”, the portly man said, “He’s just been scaring people all night. I, however, have just been giving out candy!” He would pull out a handful of candy and present it to the children, who excited grabbed it all up from the man. “If you kids like that”, the man added, “I’ve got a bunch more in my special candy cottage! It’s just around the corner…” The fairy, the witch, and the ghost all started to cheer excitedly, but the young vampire stared at the man nervously.
“M-My Mom told me I’m… not suppose to follow strangers…”, he glanced between his friends and the portly man, shooting the occasional glance back at the cloaked jack-o’-lantern behind them.

“Oh, but I’m no stranger”, the portly man replied, “I’m you’re friend, aren’t I?…” He knelt down next to the vampire, offering him an odd smile. “You wouldn’t want to miss out on all the fun with your friends, now would you?”

“N-N-N--No…” the young vampire replied timidly.

“Wonderful!”, the portly man replied, “Come along then children, follow me to the candy cottage!” He held his hands out to the children, who all linked together and started to skip with the man down the street. But the young vampire kept looking back to the cloaked jack-o’-lantern, who watched them with glowing eyes as the walked away.

The portly man led the children all the way down the street. Turning down the corner, they approached an empty house. The portly man then led them around the house and into the back yard. There sat a small cottage, made to like it was made of candy.

“There it is, kids!”, the portly man exclaimed, “Go on in, there’s candy and treats for everyone!”

The kids yelled out excitedly as they ran towards the cottage. They threw open the door, and filed in one-by-one.

But what awaited inside wasn’t candy or treats. The inside of the cottage looked more like an old tool shed, with metal siding on wooden panels. All around them, sitting on metal counters and affixed to the walls were various knives and cutting tools, all stained and rusted. As the children looked around in confusion, the portly man stepped into the tool shed and shut the door behind him. He stood over the children, looming over them with a lurid grin.

“Welcome to my candy cottage…”, the man said, “Here, I’m the trick…”, he would pause, pulling a knife out from behind his back, “And you are all my treats!”

The children started to cower together as the portly man slowly made his way towards them. He held up the knife, ready to thrust it down on the children, when suddenly a long, spindly hand burst through the door and grabbed the top of the portly man’s head. The portly man froze in his tracks as the hand raised him up into the air, then tossed him with great force against the wall. The portly man fell over, slipping into unconsciousness. The hand pulled back, and the cloaked figure with the jack-o’-lantern head entered the shed.

The children sat cowering in the back of the shed, huddled together as the pumpkin-headed figure loomed near. As it stared at them with glowing eyes, it stretched out a closed hand to the children. The children flinched as the figure opened it’s palm… revealing four, full-sized candy bars. As the children watched, it dropped one in each of theirs bags, and then slowly drew it’s hand back. The children cautiously rose up, facing the figure with uncertainty. Then, the little vampire bravely walked over to the figure, looking up and into it’s glowing gaze. Hesitantly, he told the figure, “Th-th-th… Thank, you…” The figure nodded it’s jack-o’-lantern head, then with one of its spindly, wooden hands, it pointed back towards the door. The children gathered their bags, and ran out one-by-one as the figure moved aside. As it watched them run away from the shed, the portly man slowly regained consciousness, looking up to the cloaked figure. The figure turned to face the man, it’s eyes glowing bright with a certain ferocity. The portly man looked back out the door and called out to the children.

“Wait, wait please! I was just kidding! Wasn’t this a fun trick?!…”

The figure started to loom over the man, growing closer as the door started to shut behind them.

“No… no, you can’t leave me with him! Please?!…”

The man cried out, “Noooooooo!…” as the door to the shed slammed shut.
Night of the Jack-O-Lantern
Little bit of flash fiction I wrote for a contest last month. It didn't make the cut apparently, but I still wanted to throw it here. Take a look and let me know what you all think!
Loading...
The crew was taking a final inspection of the limousine. Three men in dark clothes were examining the limo from bumper-to-bumper, making sure everything was in place. Two of them had been working for hours, getting everything ready for the big shot. The parking garage had been cleared out, the lights and cameras were rigged, they even polished the leather interior. All of it for a scene that the crew knew nothing about, even after the third man finally arrived.

“When’s everyone else suppose to show up anyway?”, a man wearing a baseball capped asked.

“They’ll be here soon enough”, a man wearing a leather jacket replied tersely, “Has everything been set up like we asked?”

“Yes, sir”, the third man wearing a grey hoodie replied as he stood in front of the open passenger door, “We’ve got one camera set up inside the driver’s side door, and another in the back facing the rear seats. The lighting should be enough to get a clean shot, but we can rig up more if you need it--”

“No, this will do”, the man in the jacket interrupted, “What about in the back?”

The other two gave the man an odd look before walking over to the open trunk. “Well”, the man in the hoodie replied, “we’ve got the explosives set up like you asked. But wouldn’t it make more sense to set this up after you’ve filmed… whatever this is?”

The man in the jacket simply gave him a stern look. The man in the hoodie raised his hands and backed away.

“Alright, you guys did a good job”, the man in the jacket said, “Now go home. My crew can do the rest”.

“Hey, wait a minute”, the man in cap said stepping up to the man in the jacket, “This is our equipment, you can’t just--”, the man in the hoodie held his hand up to the man in the cap.

“It’ll all be returned to you when we’re done”, the man in the jacket answered.

The man in the cap was about to protest, but the man in the hoodie cut him off, “Alright, fine. But we better get it all back in one piece.”

The man in the leather jacket nodded, and the other two began to walk out. As they moved out of earshot, the man in the cap asked, “Doesn’t this all seem shady to you?”

“Of course”, the man in the hoodie replied, “But that’s all the more reason to get outta here…” The two rounded a corner and disappeared.

After they had left, another crew came marching in from around the corner. They consisted of a man in a black suit, another dressed as a chauffeur, and several masked men carrying firearms. The man in the suit walked up to the man in the jacket.

“Is everything ready, Johnson?”, the man asked.

“Yes, Senator”, Johnson replied, “We’re ready to go when you are.”

“Thank you, Johnson”, the Senator replied, “Let’s get this over with…”

“Sir”, Johnson interjected, “Are you sure this is the only way?”

The Senator sighed, “I’m afraid so, Johnson. It must be done…”

Johnson nodded, stepping aside as the Senator and the chauffeur entered the limousine. Johnson pulled his phone out, bringing up the picture from the cameras. He signaled to the armed men, then pressed “Record”.

From the view of the cameras, the armed men seemingly attacked the limo, shooting both the chauffeur and the Senator. A few minutes later, an explosion could be heard inside the garage from the streets below.
The Limo Shoot
So, this was a little something I wrote as a submission for this: www.writersdigest.com/your-sto… It didn't make it to the voting round, but I had fun writing it, so I decided to throw it here. 

Let me know what you think!
Loading...
There once was a small town in the heart of the old South, and deep in the middle of nowhere, that seemed like any other small town you might find. Schools, churches, old neighborhoods, a town square, rolling hills and farmland on all sides; Not to mention everybody knew just about everybody else. Though like some old, small towns, it had one dark stain on it’s picturesque setting: the old hospital that sat at the edge of town. Situated between those rolling hills, it once served the town and most of the surrounding area. But after a series of events now almost forgotten by the townsfolk, it sat in ruins, unused for decades. Most people in town tried to avoid going near it if they could; the hospital always seemed to sit in shadow, even on the brightest of days. But every so often, a few brave souls would dare to enter the place, especially around Halloween. And this Halloween was no exception.

It was late afternoon when they came running over the top of the nearby hill. Four teen friends, two boys and two girls, who would be the first to actually enter the hospital on Halloween night. Most everyone who tried it usually chickened out before ever reaching the front entrance, but not them! They were determined to make it in, and make it back. Well, most of them at least…

“Guys, I’m still not sure about this…”, one of the boys said while looking down on the darkened monolith from the top of the hill.

“Don’t be such a wimp, Chris!”, the other boy replied.

“C’mon, Darrel, go easy on him”, one of the girls replied, “You know the little boy scout isn’t supposed to break any rules…”, she added in a mocking tone.

“It’s not like that, Maya!”, young Chris replied, “Y-You know all the stuff people say about this place! What if we catch something while we’re in there?”, he asked hesitantly.

“Then at least you’ll have real proof that you were in there”, the other girl replied with a coy grin.

Darrel and Maya laughed at this, but it just seemed to make Chris more nervous.

“That’s not funny, Jenny! It’s not like anyone ever came back to clean the place up after that big fire…”

Jenny looked back to Chris, “Relax, will ya? We’re just going to walk in, take a few selfies to prove we did it, then leave right after”.
“Yeah, man. The only way you’ll catch anything in there is if you make out with Maya”, Darrel added with a smirk.

Maya gave Darrel a playful shove, but Chris quickly ducked his head down, trying to hide his blushing cheeks.

“Alright guys, cool it. We’re almost there”, Jenny chimed in, “After tonight, we’re gonna be Legends!”

The rest let out a cheer as they made their way down the hill, the sun setting behind them as they finally made their way to the front doors.

Jenny was the first to approach the entrance. She stopped just short of the double doors, and looked back towards her friends. Despite all their bluster, everyone looked anxious. All the wild, scary stories they ever heard about this place were running through their heads. And even if half of them were true, then they could be coming face-to-face with Evil itself. But Jenny knew if they were going to do this, she would have to put on a brave face for the rest of them.

“Well guys”, she said putting her hands on the doors, “It’s now or never…”

The others looked between each other, then they all gave her a nod. She then pushed on the double doors, which crept open with a loud creak…
31 Floors - Ground Floor (Prologue)
This is the first chapter in an ongoing writing experiment I'll be conducting throughout the month of October. I plan to release a new, short chapter each day until the 31st. And yes, I know I'm uploading a two weeks worth at once, I will admit that my inner writer kept putting this off 'til about a week ago, and I've been rushing to play catch up on it ever since XD I just hope I can craft a good story out of all this, and that you all will enjoy it to.

-Matthew
Loading...

Mature Content

This content is intended for mature audiences.


or, enter your birth date.*


Month

Day

Year*
Please enter a valid date format (mm-dd-yyyy)
Please confirm you have reviewed DeviantArt's Terms of Service below.
* We do not retain your date-of-birth information.
The group had made their way up to the thirteenth floor with relative ease, even with the Groundskeeper dragging them most of the way. After darting down another dark hallway, the group finally came to a stop in front of a moonlit window. The Groundskeeper finally let go of the teens, and the teens pulled away from the old man as they gave him a collective scowl.

“Alright Pops”, Darrel was the first to say, “You best start explaining yourself. Just what the Hell is going on here?!”

“You’re welcome”, the Groundskeeper said flatly, “Another minute, and you would’ve been bunking with those corpses”.

“Well thanks alot”, Maya said, “But you’re not gonna do us any favors by keeping us in the dark with what’s going on around here”.

“She’s right, and you know it”, Jenny added, “So how about filling us in with the real story, instead of trying to lead us out of here by the hand”.

The Groundskeeper huffed, clearly backed into a corner by the teens. After a moment, he finally replied, “Alright, I’ll tell you. But you might wanna sit down, this is gonna take a while to explain…”

Reluctantly, the teens agreed, sitting down on the floor by the window as they waited for the old man to explain himself. The old man grabbed a stool out of a nearby office and sat down in front of the teens. He propped his cane against the window as he turned towards the teens. And after clearing his throat, he began his story…

“Alright you kids, in order for me to explain what all is really going on around here, I have to start in the past. Way back in the past, from long before this hospital ever existed. Back before there was even a town here…

“You see, back before white settlers came here, this whole area was Cherokee territory. Where the town sits now, is where there village use to be. But more importantly, where this hospital was built, was right on top of their old burial mound…

"You see, they buried their dead out here between these hills for centuries, ‘cuz they believed that the light from the breaking dawn would lead their souls to the afterlife. But then the Spanish came and conquered the area, and drove the Cherokee out. They tried to build a settlement out here, but it didn’t last. The same thing happened with the French who tried to come through. It wasn’t until the English settled the place that a permanent town was established here. But there was a still a curse that hung over these lands. And it especially affected anyone who tried to build over the burial mound. Most folks around here stopped trying to build anything on the burial mound, didn't want anything to do with it. But that all changed during the civil war…

“I’m sure you kids know this, but a big battle was fought just outside of town. What you might not know, is that the area around the burial mounds became a field hospital. God help the soldiers that wound up in it though. There were a number of mysterious deaths in the hospital, whole battalions seemed to be dropping like flies on both sides. When they couldn’t find someone to blame for all the death, they placed the blame on supposedly contaminated drinking water from the lake. But the townsfolk knew it was because so much blood had been spilled so close to the burial mounds… And yet, in spite of all of it, thirty years later some fool decided to build a tuberculosis hospital right here on top of the burial mound.

“Now, that’s not to say one wasn’t needed at the time, but the man who built the original hospital was determined to have it built right here. So they did, and the TB hospital kept their doors open until the start of the '20s, despite the exceptionally low survival rate for the patients admitted. After that, it was reopened again as a sanitarium. Instead of helping the mentally ill though, it became a spot for people to drop off their unwanted and burdensome relatives that they couldn’t afford to care for anymore. So no one noticed when perfectly healthy patients would just drop dead for no apparent reason, not for a long time… And yet, despite all that, someone was determined to buy up the property, and turn it into a real hospital. The one you’re standing in right now…

“Near the end of the '50s, the hospital was remodeled into much of what you see here today. But overtime, the same old curse started to plague the hospital, with patients dropping like flies over routine treatments. It wasn’t long before someone accused the director of the hospital at the time of devil worship and human sacrifice… And as you can see, they weren’t too far off. All their illicit work was finally starting to come to light, and the people from the town were calling for the hospital to closed down for good. But that’s when the fire struck… Most of the patients and staff were lost in the blaze, including the hospital director. And after that, the hospital was abandoned.

“But don’t fool yourselves for a minute… the staff might be gone, but their spirits live on here, trapped in these walls just like the patients you’ve come across. And they still try to carry on their dark deeds with every unfortunate soul who wanders in here. Someone tried to use the curse to their own advantage, and now we’re suffering the consequences of it. And that’s why we have to get out of here now, before that curse falls on all of us, and we remain trapped here forever too…”

The teens sat and listened to the old man’s story as he went over the history of the hospital. They were finally starting to understand just how deep the curse went, and they gained a better insight into what might be waiting for them should they continue on with their journey. But there was one fact that remained that even the Groundskeeper couldn’t ignore…

“If everything you’ve told us is true”, Jenny said, “Then you’re right, we should try to escape. But this hospital’s still not going to let us go easily. So maybe, just maybe… we should find a way to lift the curse…”

“Have you not been listening to a word I’ve said, girl?”, the Groundskeeper asked, “This curse is ancient, and it’s been plaguing this land since long before the hospital was built. What makes you think we could possibly lift this curse?”

“You said it yourself, someone’s been trying to use the curse to their own advantage”, Jenny replied, “If we can take away that advantage, then we should be able to walk away from this place Scot-free”.

“She’s got a point, Pops”, Darrel remarked, “If that’s got anything to do with the freaky stuff going on in this place, then we could end it all here, tonight.”

“It’s impossible…”, the Groundskeeper said, “I’ve been trying to find a way to do it for almost sixty years. If you think you can solve all of this in one night…”

“Then we must be out of our minds?”, Maya asked, finishing his statement, “Well, we have been chased by undead creatures all night. It tends to have an affect on you after a while… But that doesn’t mean it’s not worth a try.”

“It’s all we’ve got, so why not?”, Chris asked rhetorically.

The Groundskeeper just sat there shaking his head, “This whole thing is damn foolish… but you have a point too. If the hospital’s willing to turn on me, then it won’t stop until it has us all…”, he then looked to Jenny, “Alright kid, we’ll do this your way for now. But if this doesn’t work, just remember that those four empty slabs in the morgue are still waiting to be filled.”

“Yeah, don’t remind me…”, Darrel remarked, “I still can’t get past the smell…”

“What my friend here means”, Jenny said, “Is that this will work, if we can all stick together”.

“Well, little miss, for all our sakes, you better hope you’re right”, the Groundskeeper replied.

“I know I am”, Jenny replied confidently, “Now let’s get moving before this place makes it’s move on us again…”

They all agreed, and rose up from their seats. As they started to walk out, Jenny turned to the old man and asked, “If we’re going to do this, then I suppose we should know your name, shouldn’t we?”

The old man nodded, “Aye, that’s fair I suppose… just call me Sam for now”.

“Nice to meet you Sam. I’m Jenny, and this is Darrel, Chris, and Maya. Welcome to the Legends!”

The old man gave her a befuddled expression as they headed for the next floor…
31 Floors - 13th Floor
And that will be it from me for now. Expect another chapter in a little while, and with any luck expect to see this and much more in the coming days. Until then, have a nice day! And if you've read any of this before going to bed, my sincerest apologies in advanced.... >; )

-Matthew

Edit: So I've been going back through these stories and doing some much-needed proofreading and tagging. I've also been sorting them into a new folder, which future chapters will be sorted into as well. Once I can make myself write them.... truth be told, writing these stories has been as intense for me as reading them might've been for some of you. BUT the chapters are planned out, so it's just as matter of getting back into the flow. After all, I can't leave you or those poor souls in hospital hanging, now can I?
Loading...

Journal

No journal entries yet.

deviantID

HenshinHead's Profile Picture
HenshinHead
Matthew Calhoun
Artist | Hobbyist | Literature
United States
Hello all! My name is Matthew, and for as long as I can remember, I've been OBSESSED with everything strange and fantastical. From Fantasy to SciFi, and from the cartoonish to the serious, I've always loved a good story, and I've got a million of my own to tell.

My biggest hope with my art and my writing is to tell all those stories, and hopefully do that one day for a living. I know as artists, we all aspire for that goal, but I know if I work hard enough and believe in myself enough (two things I've struggled with in recent years) I know that I can make it happen.

I have experience with traditional art forms, but my real expertise lies with the digital. I have experience with most Adobe programs, including Flash, Illustrator, InDesign and Photoshop, but for my own personal works I mainly use Open-Source programs like GIMP and Inkscape (because $30 a month is a wee bit out of my current budget ;P). I've also done some 3D sculpting and modelling in the past, using programs like Lightwave and Blender. And I recently started learning how to use the new open source OpenToonz program as a way to get back into 2D animation.

But of course, I also enjoy writing. The works I've shared here so far have been poetry, but I also plan on adding prose fiction, both short and long (ho boy, it'll be long) as I make it. So expect it!

Comments


Add a Comment:
 
:icongreenovergreen:
GreenOverGreen Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2018  Professional General Artist
Thank you very much for the +watch~ :rose:
Reply
:iconhenshinhead:
HenshinHead Featured By Owner Feb 12, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
You're welcome Suave Gentleman 
Reply
:iconmoroom:
MoRoom Featured By Owner Jan 17, 2018
Thanx for the watch! :D
Reply
:iconhenshinhead:
HenshinHead Featured By Owner Jan 18, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
You're welcome! Trekkie Geek 
Reply
:iconjulofi:
julofi Featured By Owner Jan 12, 2018  Hobbyist Artisan Crafter
Thanks for the watch, Matthew.
I hope you like my new works too. =)
Reply
:iconhenshinhead:
HenshinHead Featured By Owner Jan 12, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
You're welcome, and I'm sure I will!Thumbs Up 
Reply
:iconcustomwaifus:
customwaifus Featured By Owner Dec 28, 2017   Digital Artist
Thank you for the watch and helping my profile grow! I really appreciate it!
I hope you'll continue enjoy and support my art! <3
Banner -Jinx/NightElf/Morrigan (Free to Use) by customwaifus
Reply
:iconhenshinhead:
HenshinHead Featured By Owner Dec 28, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
You're welcome!
Reply
:iconkm92:
Km92 Featured By Owner Dec 24, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Oh wow! One more precious llama in my team! Thank you! : llamathankyouplz : by Gasara
Reply
:iconhenshinhead:
HenshinHead Featured By Owner Dec 24, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
You're welcome!Youre Welcome Llama Signs 
Reply
Add a Comment: