//------------------------------// // September 1, 1992 // Story: Something Doesn't Feel Right // by Lyre4Lyra //------------------------------// September 1, 1992. 6:32 AM I woke up at about 5:23 AM in a hospital bed. I don’t remember much of anything else. It’s currently 6:32, exactly one hour and nine minutes since I woke up. Okay, I can still do simple math. That’s good. since I woke up, no one has come to check the room, even though I pushed the help button. I heard a loud crash earlier, like a metal cart with medical tools had fallen over. I would have gone to check it out, but I heard a strange knawing noise shortly after. I was a little scared. I'm going to write down some of the stuff that happens here, so if I make it, I have documented proof. if I don't, somepony else will. I thought it to be best to leave the room and find help. I opened the door a slight crack to see if anypony was there who could help me. I didn’t see anyone. I began to walk down the hallway until I saw a door slightly open. I went inside to see if anyone was there. No one was. I was beginning to grow worried. I haven’t seen anyone since I woke up, and this is a hospital. Shouldn’t it be busy? September 1, 1992. 7:48 AM After what felt like an eternity, I finally saw somepony … but … but they were dead. It was just a rotting corpse by this point. The face was completely unrecognizable, as if somepony had … eaten it. I'm guessing whatever ate it was that knawing I heard earlier. September 1, 1992. 8:42 AM My goal is no longer to find someone to help me. My new goal is to get out of this hospital. I’m on the ninth floor, so jumping a window is out of the question. I’m not a pegasus. I think I’m a unicorn, but I don’t remember any spells if I am. I think I saw some stairs earlier. I might try those. September 1, 1992. 12:03 PM I retraced my steps until I found the stairs. I didn’t see them the first time though, so I had to go back again. When I took a step, it fell loose. I’m afraid to go further down, in case the whole thing falls. I’ll just have to find another flight. September 1, 1992. 1:18 PM I didn’t see another flight of stairs. I saw another body. It was a friend. I know because I remember her face. The stomach was mangled beyond repair this time. I don’t remember her name, which is odd. one would think that one could put a name with a face, even with memory loss. I’ll just have to go to the other flight of stairs. September 1,1992. 2:07 PM I went back to the stairs and, remembering what happened the first time, I took a cautious first step. It didn’t fall. I continued down until I got to the bend. The last step fell. I think I twisted my ankle. I got to the bottom of the stairs safely, wincing with every step. I think I’m going to look for a bed and take a nap. September 1,1992. 3:09 PM There aren’t any beds on this floor. I’ve seen Frames barricading doors and windows, but no mattresses. I guess I’ll have to sleep on the floor if I really want a nap. September 1, 1992. 6:16 PM When I woke up, I looked down the hallway and saw another body that wasn’t there before. I think it was a stallion. His whole body had been burned, like toast. He was sitting in a puddle of blood. It wasn’t his. When a body is burned, the blood evaporates, so it couldn’t have been his. I tried to stand up, but I felt the pain of my ankle almost immediately. I need to find something to help that. I AM in a hospital, after all. September 1, 1992. 6:34 PM I found some ace bandages in a room. Hopefully it will help the pain a little. I don’t know much medically, so … September 1, 1992. 6:43 PM The pain began to subside, but I haven’t eaten all day. I’m beginning to grow hungry. I … I could always eat the pony down the hall. He is burned, meaning he isn’t raw, meaning he is edible. I don’t think cannibalism would be best right now. I should be worried about fresh water first. Ponies can survive for 4 months without food, but only 1-1 and a 1/2 weeks without water. Shouldn’t there be a bathroom somewhere? I haven’t seen one this whole time. There should be a sink in one. I can get water that way. September 1, 1992. 6:59 PM It’s almost seven O’clock. I’m still hungry. I … I Don’t know if I can go much more without food. I have to eat the body. September 1, 1992. 7:41 PM I returned to the body, but there wasn’t a body. It was gone now. The blood was gone too. Something is seriously wrong here. I don’t think there any sinks on this floor and none of the water fountains work. I’m going to go down another floor. I think my ankle is capable of going down stairs now. There might be some water there. September 1, 1992. 8:03 PM It’s beginning to get late. I can see the lights going down outside. I think I saw someone earlier. Someone … alive. She was … Was … I can’t remember what color she was. Her hair was flat, and … and her tail. God, her tail. It was uh … like a curtain I think. She was crying. I would have asked her for help, but it wouldn’t have ended well I don’t think. There was another body next to her. It was heavily dissected. Yellow, I think. Pink hair. I recognize her. Her name was Shutterfly or something. I Don’t know how long I can go without lights. I may just have to camp in a room til’ morning. September 1, 1992. 9:09 PM I remembered a spell. Illuminati. It ignites the casters horn in a light about as strong as the caster speaks the spell. If anyone is here, I don’t want to scare them, so the light will have to be very dim. I think I will go down another floor tomorrow. It’s getting creepy, especially at night. September 1, 1992. 11:58 PM I think someone is in the room with me. I can hear someone. I don’t know who they are, and I’m too afraid to find out. It sounds like the pony from earlier. I’m in a corner right now. I don’t know if approaching her is safe or not, considering earlier. I'm going to go to bed when she leaves. It's too dangerous right now. Maybe she's just in need of a friend, but it's too much to risk. I hope she doesn't find out I'm here.