Isaiah

I stopped for a moment at one door and heard the crying of a child inside.

I juggled the handle to see if I could let him out.

Locked.

I kept moving, looking behind me every few seconds to make sure no nurses had come into the hallway.

Then I passed a set of white double doors.

I stopped again.

The word PLAYPLACE was written in tall, thin letters across the width of both doors.

I heard more screaming coming from within, the screams of multiple people, and laughter.

The insane, shrill laughter of the clown nurses.

I shuddered.

I was afraid to find out what sort of torture was happening inside, and I knew I had to keep moving.

I saw a door ahead with a stairway symbol and headed for it.

As I opened the door, I glanced behind me and saw two clown nurses emerging from the play place room.

Their white nurse outfits were covered in streaks of blood.

I quickly shut myself into the stairwell, hoping they hadn't noticed me.

The stairwell was dimly lit, cement walls and rusty railings.

I looked at the door I had just closed.

There was a red number five on it.

I must have been on the fifth floor.

I decided I had to get to the ground level.