The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
by Melissa R. Mendelson
“Doctor, she is drawing skulls on the wall in her room again.”
He sighed as the nurse stood halfway in his office. His patient never recovered from the virus, but there was no virus. It was all in her head. “Get the syringe,” and he moved away from his desk.
“I don’t get it. She was doing okay a week ago. We were going to release her.”
He pulled out a set of keys from his pocket and unlocked the door. Her room was dark, but he could hear her scratching at the wall in the corner near the window. She was drawing again, and the nurse stood behind him with the syringe in her hand. He reached for the light switch nearby, and a gasp caught in his throat.
“Oh my God,” the nurse exclaimed. “She covered an entire wall with skulls, and they all have initials.” She watched him grab the young girl, pinning her against his chest, and she hurried over with the syringe. But then she stopped. “What if she’s right about the virus?”
“There is no virus. Now, give her the damn shot,” he commanded as the girl screamed and wrestled in his grasp. “I can’t hold her for long. Do your job.” He watched the nurse bury the syringe into the girl’s arm, and the girl went limp in his grasp. “We can’t release her, and I don’t think she’ll ever get better.” He laid her down in the bed nearby, and black chalk rolled out of her hand. “And I am going to fire whoever gave her that damn chalk.” He knelt down to pick it up.
“Doctor.” He looked over his shoulder at the nurse. “Aren’t those your initials?”
He stood up from the floor and walked over to one of the skulls on the wall. Suddenly, he felt faint. His body locked into place. His skin twitched as if something were pulling itself away from him like if you had glue stuck to your fingertips. He tried to turn his head when a large, dark creature snapped his neck.
The nurse screamed, running for the door, but the door slammed shut in front of her. She turned around but did not see the creature or the virus as the girl called it. She moved over to the doctor’s body and fumbled for his keys and hurried back over to the door while trying to find the right key. Her fingers curled around it when something peeled away from her back, and her body locked into place. But the creature, the virus did not snap her neck like it did with the doctor. Instead, it leaned down toward the base of her neck, hot breath flooding over her skin, and large, white fangs ripped into flesh.
Fiction © Copyright Melissa R. Mendelson
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About Author Melissa R. Mendelson:
Melissa R. Mendelson is a Horror, Science-Fiction, and Dystopian Author. Her short stories have been published by Sirens Call Publications, Dark Helix Press, and Transmundane Press. She also has a variety of short stories and poetry available on Medium.