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The shadow in the hospital The honeymoon
The air was cool, but dark clouds hung low, warning of a storm. The first raindrops hit the windshield, then came the downpour. Walker switched on the wipers, gripping the wheel as the road blurred beneath the hammering rain. Nothing could ruin this day. He and his wife, Elizabeth, were finally heading to Paris for their honeymoon. “This is going to be the best day of my life,” Elizabeth said, reaching over to stroke his beard before pressing a soft kiss on his cheek. “Oh yeah?” he grinned, keeping his eyes on the road. “I’ve never been to Paris,” she murmured, staring out the window with a dreamy smile. “Neither have I,” he admitted, glancing at her. “I can’t wait to see the Eiffel Tower. It’s so beautiful in pictures.” Walker raised an eyebrow. “Seen it with some ex-boyfriend?” She laughed, swatting his arm. “No! My friend from Romania went on a business trip and sent me pictures.” “Uh-huh,” he teased, reaching over to nudge her. “Bet he’s handsome.” Elizabeth rolled her e
The shadow in the hospital Strange
"Hold on, Lizzy. I see it! We’re gonna make it!” Walker’s voice wavered, but he forced confidence into it. His legs trembled beneath Elizabeth’s weight, his breath ragged. The light ahead belonged to an old hospital—if it could still be called that. The building loomed in the darkness, its walls cracked and worn, windows shattered like forgotten memories. Peeling paint curled from the surface like dead skin. But Walker didn’t care. Help was inside. It had to be. He stumbled forward, nearly collapsing against the rusted barbed wire fence surrounding the hospital. His strength was gone, his arms numb, but he held on—held onto her. “Help! Somebody, please!” he screamed, his voice raw. Silence. Rain dripped from the eaves, the only sound in the empty night. Then— A faint groan. Walker’s heart lurched. He almost dropped Elizabeth in shock. It was the first sound she’d made in over an hour. “Lizzy?” His grip tightened. “Did you hear me? We’re here, baby! Stay with me!” No respon
The shadow in the hospital Something is wrong
Walker stood in the long line, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. Every breath he took felt heavier. His bruises throbbed, his limbs ached, and his mind was on the verge of shutting down. But he couldn’t afford to rest. His eyes darted around, scanning the nurses moving between counters. The place felt too quiet. Too controlled. He clenched his fists, trying to stay focused. He needed a patient card for Elizabeth—nothing else mattered. Then, just as it was almost his turn, a nurse in white scrubs walked briskly to the counter. She leaned in and whispered something to the nurse handing out cards. She glanced at him. Walker’s stomach twisted. The counter nurse nodded, and without hesitation, she waved him forward. “Sir, please come here,” she called out. Walker hesitated. Why was he being pulled out of line? He glanced behind him. The other people waiting exchanged murmurs, their eyes narrowing in quiet disapproval. “Don’t worry about them,” the nurse said, her voic
The shadow in the hospital The Doctor
Walker sat by Elizabeth’s side, gripping her hand as if letting go would shatter her completely. Her fingers trembled weakly in his grasp. Her lips parted, but her voice barely emerged. "They… they’re hiding… something…" Walker stiffened. "What?" he whispered, leaning in. "Lizzy, what are you talking about?" Her breath was shallow, her gaze unfocused yet terrified. Dr. Graham adjusted one of the machines, his movements precise—too precise. Walker’s eyes snapped to him. "What is she talking about?" Dr. Graham smiled, but it felt… wrong. Too measured. Rehearsed. "She’s disoriented," he said smoothly. "Not uncommon after severe blood loss." Walker’s grip tightened on Elizabeth’s hand. She wasn’t just delirious. She was afraid. Dr. Graham’s voice cut through his thoughts. "Your wife is unstable, but we’re doing everything we can." Then why did it feel like a bad dream? Nothing added up. "Stress can make things seem worse than they are," Dr. Graham continued, his tone too sooth
The shadow in the hospital Things not normal
Two days ago, he was a husband excited for the future. Now, he was a man trapped in a hospital filled with secrets. “Take this form and fill the rest of it,” Dr. Graham said, handing him a clipboard. “And sign here first.” Walker hesitated before taking the pen. The way Dr. Graham’s gaze lingered on him sent an uneasy chill down his spine. Something about the doctor’s demeanor felt too controlled—like he was carefully curating his every word and movement. Walker scrawled his signature. “Once you’re done, submit it to the nurse at the counter,” Dr. Graham added before storming off toward his office without another word. Walker’s gut twisted as he watched him disappear through a restricted door marked AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY. For a fleeting moment, the door remained slightly ajar, revealing a dimly lit hallway beyond. Walker swore he saw someone—a shadowy figure standing just out of sight. But before he could process it, the door clicked shut. Something was definitely wrong wit
The shadow in the hospital Spying
Walker was in a trance. The world around him blurred, fading into something nightmarish. He stood frozen, watching in horror as Dr. Graham, the esteemed surgeon, cut into his wife’s belly. The scalpel gleamed under the surgical light, slicing through skin with eerie precision. Then—something unnatural happened. The doctor reached inside and pulled out a grotesque, pulsing mass, slipping it into a small, black box. Walker tried to scream. Tried to move. But he was locked behind a door, the small 15 by 15 centimeter window his only view into this twisted reality. He pounded on the glass, his breath fogging it up, but no one turned. No one heard him. The air reeked of antiseptic, but underneath, something foul seeped in—a scent he couldn’t name, something rotting beneath the surface of this hospital. Then— the vision shattered. Walker gasped, jolting awake, drenched in sweat. His pulse pounded against his skull like a hammer. It was just a trance. A nightmare. But it felt too real.
The shadow in the hospital Erased Lives, Hidden Truths
Walker wasn’t surprised by the shift in their demeanor.They had seen him.And now, they would do everything in their power to silence him.A nurse—one he didn’t recognize—stood at the counter, her gaze cold and detached."Sir, may I know who you are?"The question sent a chill through him. They were pretending he didn’t exist.He forced a smile, though his nerves were unraveling. “I’ve been here since last night. This is my card. But…why are you asking?”She barely looked at it. “Sir, if you don’t adhere to hospital policy, I suggest you leave.”Walker gritted his teeth. “You should know me. I brought in a woman last night. My wife—Elizabeth.”For the first time, her expression shifted. A slight furrow of her brow. Then, as if catching herself, she straightened and dismissed him."Next in line."A woman pushed past him, stepping up to the counter. Her features were unsettling—deeply sunken eyes, heavy lids nearly concealing her pupils. She had the look of someone who had seen too muc
The shadow in the hospital Vanishing point
He turned on his heels and walked out, keeping his pace steady. He wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing his fear. But outside, his hands shook. His mind reeled. They had erased Elizabeth. He waited outside for an hour, pacing near the hospital entrance. His mind raced with possibilities. They had seen him. That much was certain. If he stormed back in, they would stop him before he even got close. No, he had to be careful. He took a deep breath and walked back inside. The air smelled sterile—too clean, as if it were covering something rotten. Walker’s pulse thundered in his ears as he crept through the hallway, his steps calculated, his shoulders hunched to blend into the background. He kept his face down, pretending to study his shoes, but his eyes flicked up now and then, scanning the nurses behind the counter. Their chatter continued, oblivious to him—or so he hoped. He moved with precision, waiting for the perfect moment. The counter was lined with stacks of folde
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Whispers In The Dark
The cold night air bit into Walker’s skin as he pressed his back against the damp alley wall. The streets were alive with flashing lights—red and blue—casting ghostly hues against the rain-slicked pavement. The cops were still hunting him, and so was Dr. Graham. He was a fugitive with nowhere to run, no safe place to hide. Yet, there was no time to stop, no moment to breathe. Elizabeth was out there somewhere, trapped in the nightmare Graham had created, and Walker had no choice but to chase the next lead, even if it led him straight into hell.His phone vibrated in his pocket. Jett.Walker hesitated before answering. Their last conversation had ended when Dr. Graham’s phone rang, forcing him to drop the payphone to answer the unexpected call. Now, Jett was reaching out again.“You still breathing?” Jett’s voice was tense, hushed.“For now,” Walker muttered.“I’ve got something you need to hear. But we don’t have time for small talk. You in or out?”Walker exhaled slowly, glancing tow
The Hunt Tightens
Dr. Graham never wanted so much attention. The shooting in the hospital had already drawn the police, but the journalists made things worse. They swarmed the entrance, shoving microphones in his face, asking relentless questions. He gave them as little information as possible, spinning the story to his advantage.“A psycho,” he told them. “He stormed the hospital, disturbing everyone. He even shot at the security guards.”The reporters pressed for more details. “What does he want?” one of them asked.Dr. Graham hesitated. Accusing Walker of theft was ridiculous—who steals from a hospital? Instead, he painted him as a dangerous lunatic. “Steve Walker is unstable. He’s a threat to everyone.”Inside, the hospital staff moved with precision under Graham’s orders. Nurses scrubbed every inch of the building, ensuring no trace of the chaos remained. The bodies used for organ harvesting were hastily concealed in a secret enclosure. The tiny refrigerated boxes containing stolen organs were hid
The Vanishing Driver
Ramirez clenched his jaw, his grip tightening on the wheel as he pushed the patrol car to its limit. Rain lashed against the windshield, turning the world into a smear of neon and darkness. The wipers struggled to clear the downpour, their rhythmic squeaks the only sound filling the tense silence between him and Oscar."Damn it!" Ramirez slammed his fist against the wheel, his voice raw with anger. "We had him! We had him right there, Oscar!"Oscar exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "He knew something, Ramirez. He knew what was in that box. That's why he ran.""Of course, he knew!" Ramirez snapped, his knuckles white against the wheel. "And now, he's gone because I hesitated for a damn second."Oscar studied Ramirez, noting the tightness in his shoulders, the barely restrained fury in his expression. Ramirez had always been relentless, but tonight, something deeper was driving him—a pain that went beyond the job, something personal."Look, I get it," Oscar said cautiously. "But beatin
A Deal With The Devil
The night air carried a damp chill as Walker pulled the hood of his jacket tighter around his face. His pulse was steady, but his mind was anything but. He had been careful, erasing his tracks, moving like a ghost through the city. But ghosts still left whispers, and he knew someone—somewhere—was listening.A payphone stood at the corner of a near-empty street, a relic of a time when anonymity was still possible. Now, it was his last chance. He exhaled, his breath misting in the cold, and stepped into the booth. The fluorescent light above flickered erratically, buzzing like an insect trapped behind glass. A bad omen. But there was no turning back.He reached into his pocket, fingers closing around the handful of coins he had scavenged. He fed them into the slot, the mechanical chime of each dropping coin feeling heavier than it should. Then, he dialed.Jett.The name itself carried weight. Jett had been a myth among those who operated in the shadows—a hacker so skilled that even the
The Pursuit Begins
Dr. Graham stood frozen in the dimly lit hospital corridor, his fingers twitching at his sides. The air was thick with the sterile scent of antiseptic, but beneath it, something darker lingered—the stench of failure.Walker was gone.The security team stood before him, their expressions shifting between fear and shame. The sound of heavy breathing filled the silence, broken only by the distant blare of a car alarm outside. It was a taunting reminder of the catastrophe that had just unfolded.Graham’s jaw clenched so tightly it ached.One man. One single man. And yet, despite their numbers, their weapons, and the clear instructions he had given, Walker had managed to slip through their fingers.His voice, when it finally came, was dangerously calm. “Tell me… how.”No one spoke.The guard closest to him—a stocky man with a buzz cut and sweat beading on his forehead—finally swallowed hard. “H-He took a car, sir. Your vehicle. We—we tried to stop him, but he was too fast.”Graham’s nostri
The Trap Tightens
The night air was thick with tension, the cold seeping into Walker’s bones as he hunched low behind a row of parked cars. The distant wail of sirens echoed through the hospital lot, their red-and-blue flashes reflecting off the wet asphalt. His breath came in short, controlled bursts, his mind racing through his next move.He had made it out of the stairwell—barely. The chase had pushed him to the brink, his muscles screaming for relief, but there was no time to rest. His pursuers were still inside, combing the building, but it was only a matter of minutes before they realized where he had gone.The hospital’s main entrance was a no-go. Too many cameras. Too many eyes. He had no phone, no identification, and now, thanks to Dr. Graham’s relentless pursuit, likely no allies left in the city.Walker’s eyes darted to a sleek black sedan parked near the emergency entrance. A hospital badge dangled from the rearview mirror. A doctor’s car, most likely. A quick getaway—if he could get inside
Twelve White Nylons
Late in the night on a slick, rain-drenched road, two patrol cars converged on a dark sedan that had already drawn attention for overspeeding. Officer Ramirez and his partner Officer Oscar moved cautiously toward the vehicle, their flashlights cutting swaths of light through the drizzle. The driver, a young man with a nervous twitch in his eyes, appeared tense as he rolled down his window."License and registration, please," Ramirez said, his tone measured but firm. The young man fumbled briefly before producing the documents with a deliberate slowness. As Ramirez examined them, he couldn’t help but notice the driver's furtive glances—almost as if he was guarding a secret.After noting the papers, Ramirez gestured toward the back of the sedan. "We’d like to take a look inside your boot," he explained. The driver’s eyes flickered momentarily, then he replied coolly, "There’s nothing of interest, officer. Just some white nylons—gifts I’m paid to deliver." His voice carried an unsettling
The Hunt
Walker froze mid-step, his body going rigid as he heard the door to the room he had just left creak open behind him. His heart, already hammering against his ribs, seemed to stop for a second before thundering back to life. They had found him.His instincts screamed at him to run, but his mind raced with conflicting thoughts. He turned sharply, his eyes darting to the elevator ahead. Its metallic doors gleamed under the sterile fluorescent lights, a promise of quick escape—but also a potential death trap. The elevator was too slow. Too confined. If they caught him inside, there would be nowhere to hide, nowhere to fight.His gaze snapped to the stairwell door just a few feet away. His breathing hitched. It was an unknown risk, but one he could control—he hoped. He hesitated for a split second, weighing his options as the sound of boots echoed from behind.The decision was made for him when the door he had just exited burst open. A shadow moved in the periphery of his vision, and Walke
The Silent Chase
The flat, seamless wall stared back at Walker, mocking him in its silence. He had pressed his hands against it, searching for seams, levers, or any sign of a hidden mechanism, but it refused to yield. The smooth surface was as cold and unyielding as stone. His breath came in shallow bursts, his mind racing.He had swiped the stolen premium card multiple times, angling it in every possible way, but nothing happened. No beep, no light, no movement. The wall remained indifferent, refusing him entry."This has to be it," Walker muttered under his breath, his voice taut with frustration. "Why won't it open?"He stepped back, running a hand through his hair as his eyes scanned the room again. There was nothing—no console, no panel, no sign that this was anything more than an ordinary wall. But he knew better. The nurse had vanished into it, disappearing as though the wall had swallowed her whole.The longer he stood there, the more his nerves began to fray. A thought crept into his mind, un
