STORMY NIGHT, ABANDONED HOSPITAL, DANGEROUS INTRUDERS? — MEMOIR, PART TWO

(Should you not yet have read Part One of this little hospital memoir, you may want to check it out first.)

Photo courtesy of www.nsf.gov

Photo courtesy of http://www.nsf.gov

“Let’s get out of here!” The teen-aged son of Dr. B appeared every bit as worried as the rest of us, seeing as the empty hospital’s front entrance had been locked again by the intruders, the drug room door was wide open and a light was burning inside. And someone had called for the elevator but failed to ascend to the fourth floor where we had been about to call for the lift.

With a recent break-in and theft at the recently-abandoned facility in Carrollton Missouri, the 19-year-old’s suggestion appeared to have great merit. My little sister Laura and I thought the idea sound. Thunder rumbled outside, the nighttime storm continuing unabated.

Everyone spoke in whispers. “What about the watermelons?” It was his girlfriend doing the asking.

Laura and I exchanged glances of disbelief before heading down the ramp toward the basement, figuring we could grab the melons and exit out the service door that opened to the parking lot of the abandoned hospital. I took the lead, Laura at my heels, and we moved as quietly as possible, no one speaking, rounding the bend at a landing and descending toward the dim light we’d left burning upon our arrival.

Just as I cautiously approached the final turn toward the kitchen, every nerve on edge…a sudden shock sent me jumping back right into poor little Laura.

Older sister Colleen had jumped out of the shadows and sent all our hearts through the roof.

“What are you guys up to?” she asked, all innocent eyes, of course.

As lightning continued to flash through the narrow basement windows and thunder shook the concrete walls, we learned the whole story. Dr. B. and my father had wondered what was taking so long fetching  watermelons for dessert, so they had driven over to the hospital. Colleen had opted to join them. They came in the front door, locking it behind them. Then they rang for the elevator, assuming (rightly) that we were upstairs picking out beds for the family’s overnight stay. But before the elevator car arrived, Dr. B opened up the drug room, leaving the light on, intending to make up a first-aid kit for my parents as a gift to carry on our travels. Then they had decided to go down and get the melons before checking on us upstairs.

No break-in. No fevered drug addicts out to get us. Nothing scary at all.

Just one older sister taking some smiling pleasure in having scared the bejeesus out of me. Of us.

Time for revenge.

A couple of hours later the family had gathered on the fourth floor and our mother assigned bedrooms. Mine was closest to the elevator end of the hall. Then came Colleen’s. And the our mother’s, and so on. Each with a single bed, each along the same side of the hall.

Lights out.

I gave it about ten or fifteen minutes, to make sure everyone had settled down and ideally drifted off. The storm continued unabated, with sheets of rain pouring down the tall windows and flashes of lightning momentarily lighting up the room as thunder rattled the panes.

Perfect.

I inched out of the tall hospital bed and eased myself low, close to the floor. Step-by-step, inch-by-inch, I made my silent way by lightning light into the neighboring room until I reached my goal, ready to rise up at the foot of the bed, ready to return the favor to my dear sister Colleen.

At the moment of a particularly loud clap of thunder, I assumed my full fifteen-year-old height and let out what I hoped to be my spookiest howl.

Dead silence.

Further dead silence.

And then…from the head of the bed came a stern voice, uh-oh, my mother’s voice: “Pat, no nonsense, just go back to bed and let people sleep.”

I slunk back into my room, bested once again by Colleen, who, I am sure, heard it all in the next room and fell asleep gloating and giggling at having, once again, gotten the best of me. She had switched rooms at the last minute with our mother, knowing what I was sure to try in the darkness of that abandoned hospital.

Look out, Colleen. I still owe you for that one, dear sister.

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About Patrick W. O'Bryon

Writer. Traveler. Europhile, especially Italy and France. Real Estate Broker. Former academic in the field of Germanic Studies, Princeton Ph.D., interpreter and community liaison with the US Army in Germany. Hobbies: rescuing animals from abuse, abandonment and mistreatment, and being sous chef around the kitchen to my chef de cuisine wife.
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6 Responses to STORMY NIGHT, ABANDONED HOSPITAL, DANGEROUS INTRUDERS? — MEMOIR, PART TWO

  1. Ok , will read this, but when can I order Episode 2?? I’m in the middle of On China, By Kissinger, that my son & D in L gave me and the biography of Averell Harriman….. I need a page turner to wake up for cryin’ Out loud! =o ) Sent from my iPhone

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  2. Beacon of Vengeance will be available before the month is out! Glitch on the printing company’s computer program stuck in several blank pages which affected the width of the cover spine, so am awaiting revisions. Should have proofed and up and running in about a week. But isn’t anticipation wonderful? I think Ryan’s new adventures should wake you up!

  3. sknicholls says:

    Excellent! What spooky fun! How much creepier can you get than an old, abandoned hospital. I can hardly sleep in a brand new one knowing what all goes on in there. Reminds me of the fun I had with my sixteen first cousins and four sisters…not to mention all the foster siblings.

    Looking forward to Beacon of Vengeance all the more 🙂

    • Thanks, Susan! I’m glad you enjoyed it. When my niece Olivia was in labor for that long night five months ago I went walking through a huge suburban hospital trying to find fresh coffee rather than the machine swill. The long, empty corridors without a soul in sight reminded me of this adventure from my youth. Always spooky.
      Beacon of Vengeance is getting close…before the month is out!

  4. Thanks, Olivia. Some stories just get better with age and retelling, right?

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