Dr. NoSleep

I call out.

Mrs. P, can you look in my head and see if the new guest is there, please?

But when I turn around, she's not there, or not close enough for me to make out with all of this blood in my eyes.

Then I hear her cackling as she runs around the corner of the hallway.

The others are still shouting, but they aren't below me anymore.

They're all standing in the middle of the hallway, their fists raised as they keep chanting, Do it now!

An alarm blares.

I whisper.

Using my shoulder to wipe my eyes, I turn and look at the door to room 330.

It's not a door, though.

It's a laundry chute.

A laundry chute with a whole lot of blood dripping from the edge.

I lean in and can just barely see Mr. Sparks stuck halfway down.

Boy, his body sure looks messed up.

Should his neck be at that angle?

I'm asking you people in my head.

Anyone?

Hands grab me and pull my arms down to my sides.

I thrash against them, baring my teeth and growling like a wild animal.

How dare they stop me from producing a new guest!