[ I was walking down the white hall of the hospital, pushing a small cart filled with food-trays. My volunteer badge clanked constantly against the plastic handles I pushed. There was nobody else in the hallway. It felt dreadfully lonely, and I felt vulne

I was walking down the white hall of the hospital, pushing a small cart filled with food-trays. My volunteer badge clanked constantly against the plastic handles I pushed. There was nobody else in the hallway. It felt dreadfully lonely, and I felt vulnerable. 1

This was four years ago. I was fourteen, and began volunteering at this small hospital. The point is, I've had seen and heard strange things two years before that. It was impossible for me to distinguish the difference between the paranormal and hallucinations. I've experienced them with other kids in an entirely different situation. So obviously I was scared, because this knot in my throat usually came at such times. The times when I'd start seeing or hearing things.2

As I walked, I counted each and every door or passages I passed by safely. There were windows to peer through. There were doors slightly opened. I let out deep exhales every time nothing strange appeared. It was slightly rare for such things to happen, so I let the feeling go. 3

I smiled a little, and held my head high. My pace began to slow down and I was half way down the hall. I felt secure.4

But the feeling eventually dropped, when I saw the door of the ladies staff room wide open. It wasn't when I passed by earlier to get the cafeteria. Of course anybody could have went inside if they wanted to. 5

I decided not to peer inside, since it was a private room. I didn't want to seem like a snoop. But when I noticed that the room was dark, with my peripheral vision, I became curious. Who'd leave the door wide open with no one inside? It's supposed to be a locked room.6

I gripped onto the cart and turned to see. 7

The room wasn't completely dark. The room was lit red. A dark figure was sitting straight up on the couch. Her hair was pitch black, her face distorted at the craziest angles. I remember the dark etches in her face, and what few areas of pale skin was showing. Her mouth was pitch black, and opened wide. It was black. Her eyes were hollow and dark. The vision of her face wasn't vivid. But I knew she was gaping at me. It felt as though she was waiting for me to walk down the hall and turn to look at her.8

I looked away too quickly. It was already horrifying enough to see how I depicted it. I've never seen such a hellish face. The face of the woman in the Grudge is prettier compared to this lady. The redness of the room reminded me of Hell. It's something I could probably never forget.9

I rushed down the halls, speed-walking. I didn't want to turn around, afraid that she'd follow after me. All I wanted to do was get inside the elevator and see somebody normal right away. Hopefully nothing too strange will happen again at the hospital.