The Haunting of Hollow Creek

It was a cold, rainy night and the streets were deserted. You had just left your office and were making your way home when you noticed a figure in the distance. At first, you thought it was just a trick of the light, but as you got closer, you could see that it was a man in a black hooded cloak. You tried to ignore him and kept walking, but you couldn't shake off the feeling that he was watching you.

As you turned the corner, you saw that the man was now standing in front of you, blocking your path. You tried to move past him, but he grabbed your arm, his grip cold and clammy. "Come with me," he said in a raspy voice, "I have something to show you."

You tried to pull away, but he held on tight, leading you down a dark alleyway. The rain was coming down harder now, and the wind was howling. You couldn't see anything in the darkness, but you could hear the sound of footsteps behind you. The man stopped suddenly and turned to face you, his face still obscured by the hood.

"Look," he said, pointing to a small door in the wall. "Do you want to see what's inside?"

You hesitated for a moment, but then curiosity got the better of you. The man opened the door, revealing a staircase that led down into the darkness. He gestured for you to go first, and you reluctantly descended the stairs.

As you reached the bottom, you saw that you were in an old, abandoned hospital. The man led you through the empty corridors, and the only sound was the echo of your footsteps. The air was thick with the smell of decay, and you could feel a cold draft blowing through the hallways.

As you walked, you noticed that there were bloodstains on the walls and floors. You tried to ignore them, but they seemed to be leading you to a room at the end of the hallway. The door was open, and you could see a faint light coming from inside.

The man pushed you inside, and you saw a figure lying on a hospital bed, its face obscured by the shadows. As you got closer, you could see that it was a woman, her skin pale and lifeless.

Suddenly, the woman's eyes snapped open, and she grabbed your arm with surprising strength. "Help me," she gasped, "he's coming for me."

You tried to pull away, but the man in the hooded cloak had now appeared in the doorway, blocking your exit. "Don't worry," he said, "she won't be needing your help for much longer."

As he spoke, the woman's body began to convulse, and she let out a blood-curdling scream. The man in the hooded cloak began to laugh, a chilling sound that echoed through the empty hospital.

You turned to run, but the door had now closed, trapping you in the room with the woman and the hooded man. You could hear the sound of his footsteps getting closer, and you knew that you were in grave danger.

Just as he was about to grab you, the lights flickered on, revealing a group of police officers who had been alerted to the abandoned hospital by a concerned citizen. They apprehended the hooded man, and you were finally able to escape.

But even after all these years, you can still hear the woman's scream echoing in your mind, and you can feel the cold, clammy grip of the hooded man on your arm. And you know that you will never forget the terror of that night in the abandoned hospital.