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CORRIDORS<br />
me where I am? I mean, you’re a nurse. I really need<br />
some help here. Maybe you could call 911 or something.”<br />
Her severe expression softens. “You’re in room 317<br />
of <strong>the</strong> Blue Palace Hotel,” she tells him. Then she adds,<br />
“What’s wrong with you? Are you on medication?”<br />
“I wish I knew.” He pushes himself back across <strong>the</strong><br />
floor and sits against a wall. “See I—well, it’s hard to<br />
know where to start.” He stares at <strong>the</strong> floor, notices<br />
some dust beneath <strong>the</strong> bed. “You know, I had an aunt<br />
who was a nurse. She was my favorite relative. I didn’t<br />
visit her that often, though, because of her dog. I hate<br />
dogs, I… I’m sorry, I tend to ramble when I’m nervous.”<br />
Ed clears his throat. “The thing is, I—have you heard<br />
of <strong>the</strong> <strong>Orpheus</strong> Group? They’re this, sort of, research<br />
group. Government-funded, experimental stuff. And I<br />
think something went wrong, because…” He sighs.<br />
“My name’s Ed, by <strong>the</strong> way.” When she doesn’t answer,<br />
Ed looks up. The nurse is gone.<br />
Ed stands. “Couldn’t take my company?” He looks<br />
around <strong>the</strong> room, sees no one. “Hey, Blue Palace, that<br />
sounds kind of familiar. What city would that be in,<br />
what state? I’m really at a loss here, because…” Ed<br />
passes <strong>the</strong> bathroom; <strong>the</strong> door is open. Without thinking<br />
he walks in and tries to turn on <strong>the</strong> sink. The handle<br />
still won’t budge. “You know, what’s with this sink, I<br />
could really use…” Ed hears <strong>the</strong> sound of running water<br />
behind him. The bathtub faucet is on.<br />
A sick feeling rises in his stomach. And just before<br />
he turns around, just before he sees her draw <strong>the</strong> scalpel<br />
down her arm, Ed realizes that <strong>the</strong> woman he’d been<br />
talking to has <strong>the</strong> same face, same hair as <strong>the</strong> woman<br />
he’d seen in <strong>the</strong> bathtub. He holds a hand to his mouth<br />
as he sees <strong>the</strong> blood spread into <strong>the</strong> water, as he watches<br />
her body slump against <strong>the</strong> tile. And his brain is<br />
shrinking to a pinpoint. He can witness no more, he<br />
only wants everything to stop. And that’s when <strong>the</strong><br />
scene vanishes and <strong>the</strong> bathtub is empty.<br />
When Ed can think again, he’s standing next to <strong>the</strong><br />
bed, staring at <strong>the</strong> white sheets. He knows now what<br />
HAUNTING THE DEAD<br />
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