The Illness

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
An Illness has been spreading in the world. No one has a cure for it. Will a man named Dr. Johnson be able to help or will he suffer the same fate? Me and my friend, Sawyer made this story together in 2012.

Submitted: September 29, 2013

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Herald Johnson, is a professional doctor, and he has been called here by, Dr. Johns, for an emergency. At this very second, he’s at the hospital, because every day, people have been coming in, with their skin pail, and with pitch black, wide eyes. Yesterday was the first day he has been called in to see someone like his. From what the doctor said, people like this seemed to be crazy, saying something like, “We are all going to die, no one will survive.”

"Doctor Johnson, your patient is waiting," Dr. Fleckmis announced to the in the waiting room. With his white, coat on, he walked into room 98, and found Mr. Johns, another doctor, wasn’t moving, he looked pail and his eyes are black. He seems to be looking at the T.V. in the patients room, but nothing was on. "Dr. Johns, are you alright? I thought you called me in to help someone else, now your sick. I thought you told me someone you were performing surgery on had the illness. Have you been taking that medicine that the other doctors were supposed to give you?" But, there was no answer. The only noise he made, and said was, "Ring around the rosy pocket full of poses, ashes, ashes we all fall down. We will never escape. There is no reason to even try. We will all just die!" Before Herald could do anything, Dr. Johns flung himself out of bed, and hit a table of tools. "Dr. just get back in bed and I'll try to fix you up." Herald said, trying to help Dr. Johns up. "You have no choice we are all going to die. There is nothing you or anyone could do about it!" Dr. Johns picked up a surgery knife, and slit his wrist. "Everyone will die!" Dr. Johns put the knife down, took a deadly shot injection, and injected it into his neck.

"Carrel Johns, he's dead. I didn’t kill him, he just killed himself." Herald said to Dr. Johns father. "My boy, I need to see him.” After all of his prayers to his son goodbye, he talked to Herald. “That’s strange he’s the third person this week, I'll send Mr. Price over their to take his body to the graveyard as soon as possible," Carrel said, still very sad. Herald knew that Mr. Price has something to do with Johns, and why he died but he had no proof of anything, just what Carrel had said. "Doctor, can you tell me anything about what happened here? Did you over dose the guy?" Price said, holding his notebook as he walks into the room. "No nothing, something must have happened while I was gone." Herald replied. "I think it is just better off if you leave it to me. It’s kind of hard to explain what happened here."

Herald looked all around the hospital room. There was no sign of anything. He heard a rustling coming from room 97. He decide to check it out, and see what is going on. Room 97 was home to Mrs. Rose. Mrs. Rose has only been in this hospital for two days. Herald saw Mrs. Rose looking the same as Dr. Johns, skin pail, and pitch black eyes. "Why do we even try? We can't escape. Why must we make everything difficult, we’re going to die anyway, death is coming. It’s coming!" Mrs. Rose took a glass cup and broke it on her head. "I'm coming for you!" Mrs. Rose took the broken pieces of glass and stabbed herself in the stomach over, and over again. Mrs. Rose began throwing up blood, and soon dies afterward.

Herald was on his way to tell Dr. Fleckmis what had happened, but before anything, the whole hospital blacks out. He could hear the electricity try to back up, but it didn’t work. "Ready or not here I come." a voice coming from the dark says. "I see you." Herald looked around the room, and tried to look for a sign of someone, anyone. Then he heard the same voice, "you will die, and so will everyone else. Before you die you will feel pain, agonizing pain, pain the you never felt before. Later you will suffocate, but before all that happens, people like me will..." "Will what," he said scared to death. "This!" the voice said. There was then a bunch of screams of the people in the hospital. They lasted for minutes. Then there was complete silence. Then in a distance he heard voices sounding something like this, "you will all die, and no one will survive," they said repeatedly. They became louder as time went by. The only way out were the stairs, but it sounded like they were coming from the stairs. It soon sounded like a million voices. Then, he started to feel things surrounding him. The pain started kicking in. It first started in his legs, and soon crawled all the way up to his head. Then he couldn't breath, he tried, but the pain stopped him from breathing. His eyes widened, and turned pitch black. His skin turned pail. He stopped moving, turned around and said, “I am one of them now, every one is dead. Your the last one, and we are now coming for you."


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