You slide to the ground behind the bed, gasping for breath while also trying to be silent. You crawl under the bed, hidden in the deep shadows and dust. His ghostly light moves down the hallway, the pale glow dimming with each ragged inhale through the fingers clasped tightly over your mouth.

You exhale a sigh of relief and crawl out. Dusting yourself off, your eye catches the old vanity mirror against the wall. Your face is gaunt and skeletal. The Doctor is standing directly behind you. “Please state the nature of your medical emergency,” he starts to say, the final words cut off by your echoing screams.