Run Part 2

"Fuck!" Drew said as he put the spirit box back into his pocket. He shined his flashlight down the corridor, looking for a path for escape. Not seeing a clear path Drew decided to just run for it down the hall. Sam and Terry followed closely behind. As they ran the floor began to give way beneath their feet, due to the age and disrepair of the hospital. Drew fell into the abyss with Terry and Sam stopping quickly as to not fall as well.

"Shit!" Terry yelled. "Terry almost fell down that damn hole!"

"Drew Did!" Sam yelled. "Drew!" He yelled down the newly opened hole. "Are you alright Drew?!"

"I'm alive!" Drew shouted back up. "But I am not going to say that didn't hurt. My leg is killing me."

"Is it broken?!" Sam yelled.

"Let me check." Drew grabbed his spare flashlight from his pocket as he had dropped his other in the fall. As he shined the light on himself, he found his leg with an object sticking out of it." He reached down at the object and knew the feeling; you do not spend years in the paranormal field without knowing the touch of a bone. "I think it's broken!" He yelled. "I see a bone!"

"Oh god Drew!" Sam yelled. "Hang tight! Terry and I will find our way down there and help you!"

"You need to keep moving!" Drew yelled. "That ghost is coming after you!"

"Right!" Sam said as she remembered. She turned and looked behind her and there stood the large man again about to strike her with his machete. She quickly ducked her head, and the machete missed its mark, instead slicing the camera that was perched upon her shoulder.

"Ah hell no!" Terry yelled as he pulled something out of his pocket. He threw the mysterious substance at the ghost and it seemed to have an effect, causing the ghost to retreat for now. Terry stood there surprised, shocked that his last-ditch effort had been successful.

"What did you throw at him Terry?!" Sam asked in wonderment.

"Well, Terry came prepared tonight!" Terry answered. "Terry read that paranormal things don't like salt, so Terry filled his pockets with the stuff."

"Thank god that was true." Sam sighed in relief. "We need to find our way down to Drew." She said to Terry. "We are going to find our way to you Drew I promise!" She yelled once more.

With that the two of them tiptoed around the hole in the floor and made their way to the other side. They started checking each door, looking for a way down, or even rope so that they could repel down the hole and rescue Drew.

Drew continued to study the wound on his leg, as he did, he came to a realization. "That's not my bone." He said as he realized it. He scanned the room with his flashlight. The room was littered with skeletons from the people who died in the hospital all those years ago. The back wall of the room he was in had a giant oven, where bodies would be converted into ash. "Great, I'm in the morgue."

Drew always carried bandages in his cargo pockets, incase of an emergency. He pulled them out and took a deep breath as he wrapped his other hand around the foreign bone. With one quick motion he pulled the bone out. As he did blood shot out of his leg quickly. He wrapped the bandages around the wound as fast as he could, so that his blood loss would be minimized. "Shit!" He said. "I probably should have left that in there."

He decided he would attempt to stand, he feared what would happen if he stayed still for too long. As he stood intense pain gripped him, his leg could not withstand pressure. He searched the room for anything he could use as a crutch and found an old long poker for the crematorium. He hobbled over to it and grabbed it. Using it as a cane helped the pain some, but not much. He was able to move now, just not quickly.

"Guys!" Drew said on the radio. "I have some good news and bad news."

"What's the good news?" Sam radioed back.

"My leg isn't broken." Drew answered.

"And the bad news?" Terry radioed. "The ghost didn't find you, did he?!"

"That would be bad!" Drew said. "But no, I fell on a bunch of skeletons, and a bone pierced my leg. I can barely move, the pain is intense."

"Shit Drew!" Sam said with a worried tone. "We have to look up how long TB can live in a bone after death now! You could be infected with a deadly disease!"

"Great!" Drew said sarcastically. "I didn't even think of that, thanks for putting that worry in my head!"

"No problem!" Sam replied. "Look, we are looking hard, but we have not found the stairs yet. Do you see anything down there that may help us?"

Drew shined his light through the open door leading into the room, trying to peek down the corridor, but sadly he was in a side room and all he could see was the wall. "I can't see anything." Drew answered. "Doesn't appear the stairs would have been straight though. They are either to the left or right of where I fell."

"Thanks Drew!" Sam said. "That actually helps a lot!"

Drew then heard a familiar sound that did not make him happy. The sword of metal echoed from the corridor outside his chamber. "Guys!" Drew radioed. "If you could hurry, it would be great, because I hear him coming to get me!"

"Shit!" Sam replied. "We are coming as fast as we can Drew!" She turned to Terry and said, "give me some of that salt. Then you go right, and I will go left, we run to where Drew is! We can't let that ghost get him!"

Terry took a deep swallow and gave Sam a handful of salt. She ran as soon as she took it, and Terry ran the opposite way.

Back in Drew's location the sound was getting louder and louder, Drew just stood there awaiting his fate. The door to his room slammed shut trapping him inside. He expected the ghost to show up and cleave him in two, but as he waited nothing happened.

Outside the room a woman sat at a table sipping on some tea. She looked up at the large man holding the machete and gave him a smile. "Why hello there," she said, "my name is Hilda. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."