Five
My blood runs cold as I hear footsteps—dark, malevolent steps.
“What is it, Estela?”
“I feel… shh,” I hiss, alert, toward the end of the hallway.
Near the widest door, I glimpse a shadow, tall and too slippery.
I know something is wrong.
“Sam… I think there’s someone there?” I point with my finger.
“It’s a hospital, Estela.”
“I know, but I sense something evil.”
Sam looks slightly scared, presses his lips together, slightly opens his eyes, immediately stands, and goes to investigate.