Patient No. 12

I am tired of dealing with them. I see their miserable faces everywhere. The smell of the place exudes depression and worry, even though I have only been working here for a few months.

I wonder about the condition of the workers here, how can they endure?!

I have become afraid of my shadow, I am very afraid.

A strange feeling comes over me every time I pass by Patient No. 12's room: I hate that old man who lives there with bare gums and a beard dyed with henna, biting the sleeve of his jacket with his windows and saliva dripping wherever his feet fall.

He always follows me and mumbles something I don't understand

I really wish I could kill him..

Damn it, I fell asleep! My shift tonight I have to walk around the hospital in case of any emergency. The place is terrifying, as my previous shifts were almost devoid of some phenomena for which there is no explanation.

Some patients disappear from their rooms and return to them after a while, equipment moves from its place, and sounds that have no source.

Count the seconds until this damned shift ends!

I passed through all the patient rooms until I reached room 12.

My heart beats suddenly, and I'm sweating from head to toe. What do I care? It's just another patient.

I gathered my strength and opened the door, and the light of the corridor was creeping in. I glanced at the bed but did not find it!

As soon as my eyes fell on the corner of the room, a shiver ran through my body. My limbs became stiff and my body stopped moving. Is he human or a jinn?!

It's the old man... It's No. 12 squatting in the corner of the room, his eyes are red like blood, a malicious smile on his face.

Within seconds, it disappeared as if it had never existed.

I convinced myself that I was delusional due to lack of sleep, and I started looking for him on the first floor all the way to the third, but I did not find a trace of him. When I was about to go down, a frightening voice whispered in my ear: "Crazy." I turned around and did not find anyone.

Voices started getting louder in the place.

Loud laughter, children crying, women screaming, and there is no source for it..

He's that bastard! Does he want to torture me or make me go crazy?!

Isn't my panic enough for him? .. He definitely wants to kill me.. He kills me out of fear!

I took a knife and ran to his room, certain that he would return. I will not let him kill me. I will kill him first.

The voice gets louder and louder... "Crazy, crazy, crazy"...

The sun's rays rise and wake me up. It seems that I fell asleep again. I breathed a sigh of relief. My shift is over. I'm going home to get some rest.

I raised my lumbering body with difficulty from the ground and walked into the corridor, heading for the exit. One of the nurses stopped me

He said firmly: "Where do you see yourself going?" He handed me a tissue.

I answered him impatiently: "Where, for example?! Home."

With great anger, he said: Every day!! Don't you get bored, man? Ten years have passed. Let's go to your room now!

Decade? ... My room? ...What room is this?

He replied: Your room, No. 12

My eyes then fell on a mirror hanging in front of me, and I saw nothing but an obnoxious old man with a beard stained with henna and a mouth empty except for saliva.

And a whisper around me said, "Crazy, crazy."