“They creep. They Crawl. They creep. They Crawl. They creep. They Crawl.”

Dr. Sheryl Carter lifted her eyebrow and turned to look at Dr. Samuel Green.

“I know,” he said. “This wasn’t my idea.”

“They creep. They Crawl. They creep. They Crawl. They creep. They Crawl.”

The doctors each had a clip board, but only Sheryl was making notes. “What sort of back story do we have on her?”

“Very Little. The subject was found running through the down town mall the evening. She was screaming at everyone and assaulted the guards who tried to detain her.”

“Does she have a name?”

“The police are running prints. Nothing on her and she hasn’t said anything that made sense that any of us have heard. She just keeps repeating this.”

Cheryl looked at the chart and whistled. “Have you really given her almost 20mg of Haloperidol?”

Dr. Green nodded. “She wouldn’t stop screaming and thrashing around. They got her into the ambulance after police tasered her, but she came up a couple of minutes into the ride. The ambulance tried ketamin before they got here, but it didn’t last long.”

“So what? We just keep her sedated until the police figure out where she is supposed to end up?”

Samuel shrugged and turned away from the bed. “That’s all I know to do.”


“Dr. Carter?”

Sheryl looked up and smiled at Clare. The nurse blushed, she always did, and lowered her eyes. “The girl under observation is screaming again.”

“Shit,” Sheryl said. “Why us?”

The pair made their way into the room and found the girl thrashing against her restraints. She jerked her head from side to side so that he hair lashed the sides of the bed frame. Her eyes were squeezed shut so that her face was pinched and wrinkled, but her mouth was wide open. Sheryl thought she could actually see the girls uvula waving back and forth like they did when a cartoon character screamed. “Calm down,” she said. She didn’t believe the girl could hear her over the screaming, but she had to try. “I’ll give you something else to help you relax, but please try to calm down.”

It took a minute or two before the thrashing stopped. The yelling dropped in volume, and then the patient began mumbling again.

“They creep. They Crawl. They creep. They Crawl. They creep. They Crawl.”

“My god thats creepy,” Clare said once they were outside again. “Do you have any idea why she keeps doing that?”

“No,” Cheryl said. “Worse thing is that we are running out of sedatives. She has been given a wide mix and yet she keeps shaking them off.” She looked at Clare again, smiling at the genuine concern on the nurse’s face.

Clare blushed a deep scarlet, turned away quickly, and hurried down the hall to the nurses station.


The alarms went off at dawn. Cheryl was wiping down a kids arm, preparing to stitch up the gash that he had gotten skating through the part at night. She dropped the needle on the exam table, told him not to move, and ran from the room.

The hall in front of Jane Doe’s room was full. Two nurses, including Clare, were leaned against he far wall, coving their mouths to try to keep from vomiting. One orderly had already puked a little further away, and the acid smell of digestive fluid met Cheryl before she got to the room.

She looked inside and cried out before grabbing the door and slamming it shut. She felt her head spinning as her blood pressure dropped, so Cheryl kept her hand on the knob, using it to stay upright.

“Police,” she whispered. “Call the police.”


She was sitting in the station interview room the next afternoon. Detective Rob Bently sat beside her, rolling the remote between his fingers. “You okay to do this Cheryl?”

She nodded.

“Did you get any sleep this morning?”

“A little. I took something to help.”

He patted her shoulder, just like he had before. “Alright, what I want to show you is the few minutes just before the accident. I won’t show you the actual incident.”

“Thanks.” It came out sounding brittle.

He hit play, and she watched the girl begin to trash again. She was trying to pull her hands free, but then she froze. She held still for a few seconds, and then the girl started biting her own shoulder. She pulled her head away, and the gown was stained with a large, dark, spot. The girl spat something out, and the put her face back to her shoulder. The tape cut off before she spat out another piece.

“Did she really chew her own arm off to get free?”

Rob shook his head. “No, her shoulder was still sort of attached.”

Cheryl looked at him with her mouth hanging open. “Then what happened to her?”

“I don’t know. On the tape, it looks like she exploded. Is there any way for that to happen?”

“Not that I know of.”

Rob rewound the tape and then replayed it. When it cut off, Cheryl put her face in her hands and wept.


Cheryl was rolling the glass between her fingers when Clare sat down beside her. “Want some company,” the nurse asked.


They sat in silence for a while before Clare turned to face her. “Dr. Carter?”

“Please call me Cheryl.”

Clare smiled and blushed. “Okay. Cheryl, did the police show you the video of the room before the accident?”

Cheryl swallowed and nodded, but couldn’t bring herself to say it out loud.

“Did you notice anything out of the ordinary?”

“Besides the patient chewing …” she cut herself off without finishing the sentence and took a big drink.

“Besides that,” Clare said. “On the floor.”

Cheryl shook her head.

“I didn’t say anything because I didn’t think about it until later, but I thought I saw something moving at the bottom of the wall.”

“Like a mouse?”

“No.” Clare stopped to take a drink. “I thought I saw something move like an inch worm. You know what I mean? Like it formed a little hoop and then scooted forward.”

Cheryl licked her lips. “They creep. They crawl.”

Clare nodded. “They creep. They crawl.”

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