The next morning was pure chaos. The cramped camper van had become a battleground, with five teens at each other’s throats over the smallest things—no space, clothes everywhere, and, worst of all, the endless wait for the bathroom. “PRANAV! GET OUT OF THAT BATHROOM RIGHT NOW!” Cayden’s voice cut through the air, filled with frustration.
Pranav, however, had no intention of hurrying. He was the second-to-last to shower, and he knew that if he used up all the hot water, Cayden, who was last, would have to suffer through a freezing cold shower. When Pranav finally emerged, his smirk said it all. “I used all the hot water,” he announced smugly. But Cayden was ready. With a cold, calculated grin, he pulled out an Uno reverse card, “I bathe in cold water every day.” Pranav’s plan had failed—miserably.
As Pranav stepped out of the van to grab his jacket from the Porsche, he noticed Keith and Cara locked in a tense argument outside. They were supposed to check the hospital one last time, but neither wanted to go. Regine, still asleep, was oblivious to the rising tension. Pranav approached the arguing pair, hoping to diffuse the situation, but something stopped him—a sudden, chilling memory of the night before. That figure, that dark silhouette lurking just beyond the van’s headlights. What if it was still out there? What if it was waiting for them?
Pranav hesitated, feeling the weight of his decision. If he mentioned the figure, the others might laugh, dismissing him as paranoid. But if he stayed silent, they could walk into a trap. Finally, he decided, “Both of you go. One for all, all for one. We can’t abandon each other now.”
Keith and Cara exchanged nervous glances but agreed. Together, they approached the hospital, now an ominous silhouette against the morning sky. As they stepped inside, a sense of dread washed over them. The hospital, which had seemed perfectly normal the night before, was now a dark, foreboding place. The sun’s rays barely penetrated the thick darkness that clung to the long, eerie hallways. The air was heavy, suffocating, as if the building itself were alive, watching, waiting.
They moved cautiously down the hallway, every creak of the floorboards echoing in the silence. When they reached Dr. Harris’s room, Keith hesitated. His hand trembled as he reached for the door. “Dr. Harris! Are you alive?” he called out, his voice shaky. No response. The silence was oppressive, crushing. He pressed down on the door handle—it was ice cold. As they pushed the door open, a violent force slammed it shut, nearly ripping it off its hinges. The walls shuddered, and cracks spread like spiderwebs across the concrete.
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A low, guttural growl rumbled from behind the door. Then, a claw, long and wickedly sharp, burst through the wood, slicing it effortlessly. The sound was sickening, like flesh being torn apart. Keith and Cara were frozen in terror for a split second, but then survival instincts kicked in. They ran, their hearts pounding in their chests, each step a desperate attempt to escape the nightmare that had found them.
Pranav saw them running and knew something was terribly wrong. He shouted to Regine and Cayden, “Grab whatever you can find and hide!” Pranav, grabbing a sword from the van, muttered under his breath, “If this is the first thing I kill, this is for you, Dr. Harris.”
Keith and Cara barreled into the van, slamming the door shut. Pranav’s voice was low and urgent, “Follow the drill, you guys. Grab the sharpest object you find and hide. Anything gets too close, stab and run.” They scattered, finding whatever weapons they could—a kitchen knife, a broken piece of metal, a heavy wrench. The silence that followed was deafening, a silence so thick it felt alive, pressing down on them.
Minutes ticked by, each second stretching into eternity. Cayden, unable to bear the tension, peeked through the window. His face drained of all color. “Guys, keep hiding,” he whispered, but it was too late.
The creature outside let out a roar that shook the van to its core, a sound so primal and vicious it felt like it could tear the very air apart. Cayden bolted back to the shower room, his original hiding spot, as the creature began ripping into the van. The metal door screeched as it was shredded like paper, sending sharp metal fragments flying through the air.
Pranav, hiding under the bed, could see the creature’s legs—four massive, purple limbs, each as thick as a tree trunk, pounding the floor. The beast was searching, hunting. Everyone held their breath, gripping their weapons so tightly their knuckles turned white. The creature seemed to be leaving, its heavy footsteps moving toward the exit, when suddenly, someone’s body betrayed them—a loud, unmistakable fart echoed through the silence.
The creature froze, then with a fury unmatched, began tearing the van apart. The teens knew they had no choice. In a unified, desperate move, they sprang from their hiding spots and attacked. The van filled with the sounds of clashing metal, tearing flesh, and the creature’s dying roars. It fought back with terrifying strength, but the teens were relentless. Blow after blow, they struck, until finally, the creature collapsed, its life draining away.