Atlas K Ridgely
Bio
A young Short Story author with strict on society and a need to change the way the world thinks.
Stories (1/0)
Retracing the Vaults
It’s the dead of night dark clouds covering all light from the fireflies of the sky. The branches sticking out like the crippled dead fingers of witches all pointed in different directions. The Hospital long abandoned the screaming of the dead still echoing through the halls. From the outside, it looked busy lights flickering every few seconds, and as he stopped the windows filled with shadows almost staring at him. Jon knew the only way to help his family was in this abandoned hospital in the middle of the wood. As he stared, the shadows seemed to stop moving and stare at him. He shrugged it off as a trick of the light and kept moving. Jon hears a static echo through the hospital he made sure to study the open waiting area around him looking at the reception desk abandoned with labeled notes and papers spread across the desks around him in the lobby. As he progressed through the entrance he noticed the smell change, it was no longer sickly clean, instead, an uncomfortable stingy smell closed around him with mold and that of the undead.
By Atlas K Ridgely3 years ago in Horror