A/N: hey guys, sorry for this short chapter, I wanted to write this chapter with the reader trying to escape, like something out of a movie, or a game. I know that it's short but I am going to write a lot more when the time comes! Until then, enjoy this suspenseful chapter!

You groan and wake, you felt numb at first, like something stung you. But the feeling subsided and you look at your surroundings. You are in a dank and dark space. Your head hurts, you struggle to go through and map out your surroundings. Through that, your eyes adjust and shapes form throughout the darkness. You notice that there were old tables. To the left and to the right, there was an old medical tray. You sit up as something squeaks, thinking it was a rat, you try not to freak out. You move again and the squeaking continues. You glance down and notice that you were sitting on a hospital bed, an old one at that. It hadn't been used in a while the paint on the metal was peeling. You push yourself off the bed and walk toward the wall, which also had chips in the paint.

"Alright, so I'm in a creepy old hospital with no light." You say to yourself. You walk over to what you are assuming was a window. You touch the bars and pull at it the windows don't budge. "You've got to be kidding!" you exclaim. Grabbing a brick, you toss it in a random direction and it clangs on something, you jump and walk toward the sound. It was dark, but you could make the outline of a vent. You kneel and tug at the vent cover, which came off easily. You reach inside and your hand touches something plastic. Confused, you pull it out and in your hands was a flashlight. A smile creeps onto your face as you flick it on. The light illuminates the entire room, and the sight shocked you. It was an old operation room. Old tools lie on the tray rusted from blood and weathering. Sweeping the flashlight around the room, you land on a way out. The door knob had screws that kept it in the door. You search around the room, moving stuff and come across an old screwdriver lying in a corner. Running over to it, you grab the tool and run back to the door. You unscrew the handle until the screws clattered to the ground.

Flinching, you slowly pull the door open and step out into the hallway. Making sure that the creature wasn't present, you walk through the halls with your flashlight in hand. Searching for a way out. Dust and debris lie strewn all over the floors, so you had to look in front of you to make sure that you didn't step on anything that could kill you. As you walked through the halls, you heard a voice coming from the room and quickly duck fear threatening to come up your throat. Heavy breathing was heard not too far away. You poke your head around the corner and witness the fugly sight of a monster with three arms. Suddenly, something rings, forcing you to jump and reach into your pocket. You curse at yourself as you realize you had your cellphone on you the entire time. You answer the phone, seeing that it was Sam, and you had to leave the area you were hiding since the creature was getting closer.

"Hello?" You whispered.

"Y/n?" Sam said. "Are you okay? Where are you?"

"Sam, this is a bad time," you answer. "I'm trying to get away from this thing." brief movement on the other end and a new voice came across the phone.

"Y/n, it's Dean," Dean said. "I need you to describe exactly where you are." Your stomach drops and you describe to your brother what you saw. At first he didn't understand, but the more you explain it, the more he spoke to you, warning you to stay quiet and find a place to hide. Loud stomps hit the floor and you hang up on them. Running through the halls, you search for another way out. Something that could get you to the door or at least find a weapon. You run down the hall, but when you turn right, you stumble back the minute you came face to face with the creature.

"Going somewhere?" the creature laughed.