The passage loomed before her as before, and as before she wasn't alone. She just managed to stifle a scream that rose in her throat.

Blood streaked down the passageway, fresh and deep with the coppery scent that always accompanies blood. The figure moving from the shadows to the light though made her scream, the bile rising in her.

At first she had thought it was a just a man, perhaps one of the patients, but it was worse, more nightmarish than what she had left in the room behind her.

The man had no lower body, just from his waist upwards, shirtless, bald. His skin gleaming wet and waxy in the light. His intenstines hanging over nothing. The blood on the floor was coming from him.

Slowly she started backing towards the door leading back to the room with Dr Sebastien, her eyes never leaving the figure as it moved impossibly ever closer. The figure turned to her with a groaning noise from its torn throat, its empty eye sockets seeming to glare at her.

Pressing against the wall behind her she realised the door had gone and she was alone with this monstrous figure....