Scared Every Night, Becoming The Target Of A Creepy Psycho - Chapter 37

Chapter 37 – The “Critical Patients” in the Hospital

Chen Sheng clutched his head as he rushed out of the dorm building, feeling as if the clouds had parted and the fog had lifted—he was finally free. Finally, he could escape. Finally, he could be free.

Tears streamed down his face. He wiped them away in a frenzy, and though the passing male students shot him puzzled looks, he didn’t care in the slightest.

He quickly pulled out his phone and sent a message to Zhang Jun.

Not long after he hit send, he received a reply: they would meet at the academy gate.

Chen Sheng hurried toward the academy entrance but couldn’t help glancing back—he was still afraid the inhuman senior would come chasing after him.

And when he looked back, he saw that pale-faced senior standing at the top of the dorm building, watching him.

His mouth opened and closed as if saying, “Don’t go…”

Chen Sheng’s face instantly went pale. A wave of icy fear surged through him, and he whipped back around and ran toward the academy gates without looking back.

Once he reached the entrance, he immediately spotted Zhang Jun waiting there.

When Zhang Jun saw him, he walked over quickly and said, “Chen Sheng, are you okay? What happened to your head? Let’s leave this place first.”

His head was still throbbing with pain, but Chen Sheng nodded. Zhang Jun supported him out of the academy, and they quickly hailed a cab.

While they waited for the car, Chen Sheng was full of anxiety and fear. He was terrified the inhuman senior would catch up.

He told Zhang Jun that he had fed that pill from the black mist to the senior, but he still wasn’t sure it would work. He also asked Zhang Jun whether the thing inside him was really gone.

Zhang Jun replied, “It’s already left me. It’s probably gone to kill that Gu Zhen. I can’t believe that senior really was the thing that’s been haunting you all this time. It’s chilling to think about—absolutely horrifying.”

Only then did Chen Sheng begin to relax a little. Hearing that the black mist had left Zhang Jun’s body comforted him, but upon hearing that the inhuman senior might be dead, his heart still wavered slightly.

But then he remembered how he’d been deceived by that senior all along…

After a pause, he said to Zhang Jun, “Let’s just leave for a few days. Once we’re sure he’s really dead, we’ll come back.”

Zhang Jun nodded.

Soon, the car arrived.

After they got in, Chen Sheng realized he didn’t even know where they were going—it had been Zhang Jun who called the cab.

So he asked, “Where are we headed?”

Zhang Jun looked at the wound on his head with concern and said, “Your head’s injured. I’m taking you to the hospital.”

When Chen Sheng heard that, his face paled slightly. It wasn’t a good time to talk in the car, so he said, “Let’s wait until we’re at the hospital—I’ll find a quiet place and explain everything.”

Some time later, they arrived.

Zhang Jun helped Chen Sheng out of the cab and into the hospital. Only then did Chen Sheng notice how remote the place was. There were barely any buildings around.

Chen Sheng had only ever gone to small clinics before—hospitals cost too much. This was his first time visiting one, and it had to be such a remote hospital.

Standing at the entrance, he felt uneasy.

Maybe he shouldn’t go in after all.

But before he could speak, Zhang Jun said, “Don’t worry about the money, I’ve got it. I chose this hospital on purpose—it’s far from the academy. We’re still hiding from Gu Zhen. If we’re too close, he might find us quickly. I’m not even sure if the thing that was in me will be able to kill him.”

Hearing Zhang Jun’s concerns only confirmed it for Chen Sheng—this was the real Zhang Jun. His only friend.

He decided to believe what his eyes saw. There was no way Zhang Jun could be like the inhuman senior had described.

That skin-wearing senior had deceived him from the start. Thank goodness he hadn’t fallen for it.

After entering the hospital, Chen Sheng underwent a series of tests. The head injury was serious enough that the doctor recommended observation for a few days.

Chen Sheng didn’t want to stay. First, it would cost a lot, and it wasn’t even his money—it was Zhang Jun’s. He felt guilty. Second, he was afraid that thing might find him again.

Zhang Jun, though also worried, still urged him to stay.

“The doctor said your head injury is serious. If we keep running like this and it gets worse, then what? Let’s heal up first, make sure there’s no major issue, and then we can find another place.”

Chen Sheng had no choice. He knew he’d only be a burden otherwise. So he agreed to stay in the hospital room for now.

The hospital was remote, but surprisingly crowded.

He was assigned to a two-bed room. After Zhang Jun closed the door behind them, Chen Sheng told him everything: the note in the classroom, and the horrifying appearance of their classmates.

Zhang Jun’s face went pale as he apologized, “I’m sorry, Chen Sheng. I was scared at the time. The thing inside me told me that Gu Zhen had found it. It was nearly killed, but somehow, he didn’t do it. I didn’t dare approach you, so I left the note on your desk.”

Chen Sheng suddenly recalled what the inhuman senior had told him—that he’d known all along there was something inside Zhang Jun. That Zhang Jun had been taken over. That he should be careful around him.

He tried to shove those thoughts from his mind.

He looked at the person in front of him—this was Zhang Jun, his only friend. All that talk about being possessed—it was just lies. All lies.

“It’s okay. Thank you, Zhang Jun. I’m glad you told me, or I’d still be living in that lie.”

Zhang Jun, still pale, continued, “I think all those things were Gu Zhen’s doing. Right after I left the note, that terrifying scene played out in your classroom and you fell down the stairs. I think he didn’t want you to leave.”

Chen Sheng had suspected as much. Lying in bed, he said, “I don’t want to talk about him anymore. He’s gone now.”

Gone too was the senior he once liked.

He wouldn’t dwell on the past anymore—about where that thing came from or why it latched onto him.

Zhang Jun nodded. “Alright. Let’s not talk about him.”

He glanced at the darkening sky outside.

“Chen Sheng, what do you want to eat? I’ll go buy something.”

Chen Sheng followed his gaze and looked out at the fading light. “I’ll go with you. I’m still a little uneasy…”

He was just about to get out of bed when Zhang Jun said,

“You just stay put. Get well soon so we can leave here. Just tell me what you want—I’ll be quick and careful. It’s close by.”

Chen Sheng paused, then settled back down. “Anything’s fine. Just… come back soon. Be careful, Zhang Jun.”

“I will. You take care too. I’ll be right back,” Zhang Jun replied and left the room.

Once Zhang Jun was gone, Chen Sheng lay back down.

He didn’t know how much time had passed—

—but the sky outside grew darker and darker.

With the hospital so remote, there were no nearby buildings. All he could see from the window were trees, dark and shadowed. A chilly breeze blew in through the cracks and crept into the room.

Zhang Jun still hadn’t returned.

Worse—

The once-busy hospital had fallen completely silent. No sound came from the hallway.

Chen Sheng could no longer rest easy. He got up, determined to find Zhang Jun—his only friend.

At the doorway, he opened the door and peered into the corridor. The lights were still on, but not a single patient was in sight.

Staring down the empty corridor, that familiar feeling of fear once again crept up his spine.

He could hear the thudding of his heart and his own ragged breathing.

Sweat slicked his palms. He had to find Zhang Jun.

He walked through the hallways.

But not a single patient.

Not a single doctor or nurse.

The whole hospital felt like it had been emptied out—he was the only one left.

Chen Sheng arrived at the elevator.

He pressed the button and waited to descend to the first floor.

When the doors opened, he saw a man in a blue-and-white hospital gown inside. On the man’s wrist was a bracelet.

Chen Sheng had one too.

But this man’s was red.

Weren’t red bracelets reserved for critical condition patients?

And looking closer, the man’s complexion was faintly bluish—under the elevator’s lighting, it gave off a deeply unsettling air.

Chen Sheng froze at the threshold. Someone that sick was using the elevator? And why was he the only one here?

Just as he was thinking that, the man spoke: “Hey kid, are you getting in or not? Standing there like that is really annoying.”

Snapping out of it, Chen Sheng apologized, “Uh, do you know where the other patients and the doctors and nurses went?”

The man huffed impatiently, “I’m going to find the doctors myself. Seriously, what kind of place makes a critical patient find a doctor on his own? Ridiculous. This hospital is a joke. Bound to go out of business.”

As he ranted, Chen Sheng momentarily forgot the man’s corpse-like pallor. With that kind of energy, he didn’t look sick at all.

Why did he seem even more energetic than Chen Sheng?

“Hey, you getting in or not?”

Glancing one last time at the empty corridor, Chen Sheng stepped inside.

The elevator button for the first floor was already lit.

So that’s where the man was going too.

They didn’t speak during the descent.

But when the elevator doors opened—

A cacophony of voices met Chen Sheng’s ears. The hallway beyond was packed with people in blue-and-white hospital gowns, both men and women.

All of them—

Without exception—

Wore red wristbands.

If there had been only one or two, Chen Sheng might’ve felt uneasy but not alarmed.

But now, seeing an entire corridor full of them…

And no doctors.

No nurses.

Only critically ill patients.

And that chilling, icy aura he’d come to know all too well enveloped him again.

As goosebumps rose on his arms, the man beside him said, “Hey kid, we’re here. Come on out—they’ve been waiting for us.”

Cold sweat streamed down Chen Sheng’s back. He slowly turned his head—

The man’s face had turned an even deeper shade of blue-purple.

He now noticed the man had rolled up his sleeves, revealing several grotesque blotches on his skin—

Those…

Were…

Chen Sheng trembled, unable to speak.

Then the man, wearing that blue-tinged, corpse-like face, glanced at the bracelet on Chen Sheng’s wrist.

He muttered, “Huh? Yours isn’t red. Why’d you come down with me if it’s not red?”

The moment he said that—

A powerful, chilling gust of wind surged into the elevator, shaking it as if it would collapse at any second.

Chen Sheng squinted against the wind, his body pressed hard against the elevator wall, barely able to stay standing.

When the wind finally died down—

He saw a sight that would haunt him forever.

In the hallway outside, the patients in their matching blue-and-white gowns, red wristbands gleaming on their wrists—

Every single one of them turned their heads toward him in unison.

Their skin was ghostly pale beneath a sickly blue hue, each one bearing the same grotesque blotches.

Their mouths stretched in matching grins, exposing rows of ghastly white teeth.

They stared directly at Chen Sheng.

“A living one.”

“Haven’t seen a living person in a while.”

“Bet he tastes good…”

…

And just as Chen Sheng trembled in horror, frantically searching for Zhang Jun—

Zhang Jun appeared among the group of “patients.”

He was smiling too.

Grinning right at him.