The nurse led Cheyenne straight to room 203, but as soon as she entered the room, the door slammed shut behind her. She turned around and saw that the nurse had disappeared, replaced by a tall figure dressed in black with a mask covering most of his face. His eyes were full of malice.
“Who are you? What are you doing here?” The man approached Cheyenne step by step, his hand gripping a knife handle in his coat pocket.
“It doesn’t matter who I am. What matters is that both of you will be joining me in death today,” he said with a hoarse voice.
A glint of silver flashed before Cheyenne’s eyes as she saw the man’s knife. She quickly grabbed a pillow from the bed and held it up to protect herself from his attack.
The sharp blade sliced through the pillow and cotton flew everywhere like snowflakes falling from above. Through the pillow, Cheyenne could see hatred burning in his eyes.
“I don’t know you! Why do you want to kill me? How much did they pay you? I’ll give you double!” she pleaded desperately.
But revenge was all that mattered to him; money meant nothing. He prepared for another attack while Cheyenne ran towards the door so as not to hurt any innocent bystanders nearby.
Seeing the other person still rushing towards her, refusing to give up, Cheyenne, afraid of harming the innocent, ran towards the door.
“If you want to kill me, come after me, but you don’t have the guts to take my life.”
“Even at the brink of death, you’re still so bold, truly deserving of being Cheyenne!”
But this provocation worked after all. In the moment Cheyenne opened the door, she rushed forcefully towards the outside.
The man’s dagger came from behind to attack, about to land on her shoulder, but unexpectedly the woman suddenly turned around and kicked him in the knee with the back of her foot.
“Ouch…”
The kick was powerful, causing the man to bend over in pain, clutching his knee. The dagger in his hand slipped with a clatter, making a crisp sound.
At the same time, Cheyenne let out a loud shout in the hallway, “Help… thief! Come quickly!”
“Damn it!”
If she really managed to attract someone over, he would have no way to escape.
With the assassination failed, the man could only swiftly retreat as planned. “Don’t get too cocky, Cheyenne. I will come back to kill you sooner or later!”
With that, the man quickly disappeared, and Cheyenne hurriedly chased after him from behind.
Cheyenne chased after him, “If you wanted to take my life, why run? Who are you? I don’t think I’ve ever offended you.”
A shout of “thief” alarmed everyone on that floor. Security guards from the first floor rushed up to investigate.
“What’s going on? Where’s the thief?”
“I don’t know… it doesn’t seem like anything has been stolen.”
“Could we have misheard something? People always say this hospital is haunted at night.”
It was now past 12:05 am and a chilly breeze blew in through the window causing everyone’s scalp to tingle.
Meanwhile, Cheyenne chased after the fleeing shadow down an empty hallway but unfortunately lost sight of him as he disappeared into an elevator with a ding.
“You stop right there!” Cheyenne finally reached the elevator leading to the top-floor morgue, but she was a step too late and had to climb the stairs instead. Wearing high heels made it inconvenient, so she decided to take them off and toss them aside.
With bare feet on the cold floor, she exerted all her strength to run continuously in the dark and suffocating stairwell.
The dim green light of the safety lamp in the corner flickered past her eyes as she gasped for breath, feeling exhausted.
“I had always said that having only one elevator in this building isn’t enough, so tiring. Once this is all over, I must have two more elevators installed.”
Hands on her hips, Cheyenne took a deep breath and continued to spiral forward in the dark world.
The mysterious man in black reached the top floor before her and upon exiting the elevator, he realized that this place seemed to be the hospital morgue, where this floor was only used for storing bodies.
Just when he thought about finding a way out of there, he saw a white figure emerging from one end of staircase with long hair flowing behind them -it was Cheyenne!
Unfortunately, he had no choice but to turn around and slip into the nearby morgue. He didn’t know which careless nurse was on duty today, as they had forgotten to lock the door.
To prevent theft of corpses, the morgue kept its doors closed at all times except when bodies were being transported in or out. But luck was on his side today as he found a loophole.
When Cheyenne arrived, she saw that the elevator light was still flashing, indicating that someone had just been there. However, the hallway was empty except for the sound of whistling wind. She licked her lips nervously and fixed her gaze on the morgue in front of her.
She walked from left to right barefooted and found every door locked except for one – this one right in front of her eyes.
Cheyenne’s heart raced fast; she had never been here at night before – let alone at midnight with its mysterious aura surrounding it. The morgue was pitch black inside; only a faint light shone through from outside onto its doorway making it feel like winter already set in early.
She encouraged herself inwardly before taking a deep breath and stepping forward into darkness while using her phone’s flashlight function for illumination until she found a switch on the wall.
Snap!
The lights came on brightly.
The foggy white room contained body after body covered with white sheets lying stiffly there motionless.
The overhead lamp flickered intermittently causing Cheyenne’s breathing to slow down while increasing her heartbeat rate continuously.
“May Heaven bless us! Misfortune be gone! Please forgive me if I am disturbing you; I am looking for someone,” she said half-closed-eyed while pulling off the sheet covering closest corpse next to herself.
Before Cheyenne could find what she sought among them all, however, the last one suddenly shook violently, causing an eerie creaking sound above their heads, followed by an immediate crash as it fell straight down towards where Cheyenne stood moments ago!
If hit by such weight falling from such height, death or injury would be inevitable!
“Help!”
At that moment, fear gripped Cheyenne tightly as various images of dead ghosts flashed across her mind accompanied by cold chills running up through soles of feet straight up spine!