The Red Devil

Thriller Stories | Oct 18, 2012 | 6 min read
48 Votes, average: 4 out of 5
"Good evening Edgar, how are you feeling today?", spouted Dr. Fellman in a croaky, quiet voice. He sat at a stainless steel table in a rather small, empty, dimly lit room. There was only one window on the wall to his right, and rain was pouring down from the skies. Coffee emitted steam from his white mug which read Red Oak Sanitarium upon its side. Fellman adjusted his thick eye glasses, then looked up to meet the eyes of his patient, Edgar Cook. Edgar looked disturbed and tears welled in his eyes. Fellman knew Edgar to be quite emotional, so he thought nothing of it. "I asked a question Edgar, don't be withdrawn from me. You know you can speak freely with your doctor."

"No, I can't.", Edgar whispered in a shakey voice.

"And why not?"

"I can't speak of him. He will hurt me more."

Dr. Fellman raised an eyebrow at his statement. "And who is he?"

Edgar began to whimper and rock back and forth in his chair. He was truly fearful of his tormentor. "Please don't......I don't want to..."

"You don't want to what, Edgar? We're not getting anywhere with this." Edgar shot up out of his seat, sending the chair backwards along the white tiles of the floor. It smashed against the wall with tremendous force.

"I CAN'T SPEAK OF HIM, HE'LL RIP ME TO SHREDS!", Edgar screamed as tears rolled down the cheeks of his face. Two guards came through the door and grabbed Edgar. One pressed him against the wall and the other put a straight jacket onto him. They both carried him out, his feet dragging against the floor. Dr. Fellman was utterly disappointed. He didn't solve anything in this session. Dr. Delgado entered the room, with a frown on his face.

"That's the biggest episode he's ever had.", muttered Dr. Delgado, crossing his arms.

"He is the fifth patient to tell me about an entity causing bodily harm to them. I'm thinking that a guard is abusing them while on duty.", explained Dr. Fellman. "I'm going to file a report and get to the bottom of this."

Dr. Fellman returned to his office, dropping Edgar's file on his desk. He sat down in his comfy leather office chair, an anniversary gift from his late wife. He missed her sorely, cancer was such a terrible fate to be damned to. Usually, he drove to her grave after work and laid a flower by her tombstone. White roses were her favorite when she was alive, so he bought only white roses to lay beside her. However, tonight he was working overtime and did not want to miss the opportunity to grab a bonus in his paycheck. Rain streamed down the window above his desk, chilling the air that passed through. Fellman opened the file and began to write notes.

25th September, 1993. Patient: Edgar Cook
Edgar is unresponsive to medication via drugs. Perhaps a more potent treatment is required. Come Monday, I will begin to administer electroshock therepy.


Fellman set down his pen. "God, I hate having to administer Electroshock..." He sat back, the chair creaked was it tilted. With a deep sigh, he rubbed his eyes with the tips of his fingers. He was exhausted, but knew he had to finish his report, along with any others that remained unfinished. He slowly closed the lids of his eyes, and rested his head against the rest of the chair.

A loud crack of thunder woke Dr. Fellman. He raised his head, his sight blurred from his sleep. The clock read 11:59 PM. "Goddammit...", he whispered as he stood up. He wasted four hours of valuable work time. All doctors, custodians, and guards went home, only a lone worker watching monitors in a security shack somewhere on the grounds remained at duty. Fellman walked out of his office, into the central lobby. The lights were off, the only source of light came from the barred windows along the walls. He walked to one, and gazed out into the sky. It was still raining, with the occasional bolt of lightning shooting from the clouds. Just then, Dr. Fellman heard a scream echo through the hallway leading to the East wing.

Startled, Fellman slowly walked into the hall. No one was there, it was just an empty hallway with many locked doors to patient's cells. Focusing on the far end of the hall, Fellman saw a figure. It stood hunched over, and had patches of fur on its head, shoulders, chest, and pelvis region. It looked almost like a partially shaved hyena, standing on its hind legs and had a long snout. Fellman was too frightened to call out to it, but curiosity drew him closer, so he crept slowly along the wall. A flash of lightning revealed that the creature was a darker shade of red, and had bright yellow eyes. Fellman gasped, and stepped backwards. The creature walked into a cell, and slammed the door shut.

Dr. Fellman silently trotted towards the cell the creature walked into, and opened the slot used to give food to the inhabitant. The padded cell was caked in blood splatters, and the body of Edgar Cook laid motionless on the floor. He had deep claw marks and serrated flesh wounds. It looked like someone sent him through a wood chipper. Dr. Fellman gasped and stepped away from the door, completely frozen with shock. He looked down the hall and saw the creature again, standing in the spot where he just was, not two minutes ago. It began to run at him on all fours, coming at him with incredible speed. Fellman screamed in fear and ran into a nearby bathroom. He slammed the door shut and pressed his shoulder against it, to stop it from opening. After a moment, he gained enough courage to crack the door open and peek out. The hallway was empty again.

Dr. Fellman was shaking with anxiety, he didn't know if the thing was gone. He opened the bathroom door all the way open, and ran down the hall back to the lobby. Constantly peering around, he knew it was here. Somewhere, the creature was watching him, he could feel it. He ran back to his office, only to see his chair ripped to pieces. His books were scattered on the floor, pages ripped out and bloodied. The beast had been here, for what, he did not know. Fellman grabbed his car keys and ran out to the front doors of the sanitarium. As he pushed the door, it did not open. He looked closely only to see that the lock had been broken. It wasn't broken to let someone in; rather to keep someone in. He yanked at it, making a loud banging sound, but it was futile. Fellman turned and ran back to the lobby as another crack of thunder bellowed throughout room. He was panicking now. Down both halls, East and West, he heard more doors open and slam shut, with terrifying screams of pain in between each door. The beast was killing off each one of the patients, and Fellman could do nothing to stop it.

Dr. Fellman was mortified. He ran to the door that led to the basement. He figured that the boiler room had an alternate exit for service entry. He fumbled with his keys in the dark, praying the beast wouldn't find him. finally opening it, he closed it back shut and locked it again. As he skipped down the stone stairs, he pondered what to say to the police. That a red devil slaughtered the patients? He was hopeless if he was confronted by the authorities. Finally, he reached the basement. More long hallways, only these ones had large pipes running along the walls. Fellman wasted no time, he ran as fast as he could down the hall. Reaching halfway down it, he heard a door slam shut back the way he came. It was the creature he thought; and sprinted in fear down the hall. It became increasingly darker as he went, and he heard the panting of a dog behind him. He screamed out and picked up his pace, flopping his feet wildly. He finally reached the door, and busted into the boiler room. He dove behind a large pipe, and looked through a small crack under the pipe. The door opened, and the beast's red feet shuffled along the floor. Fellman held his hand to his mouth, careful not to make a sound. Then, without warning, the creature walked out of the room.

Dr. Fellman crept to the back of the boiler room and found the service door. He unlocked it and ran up the driving ramp to the parking lot outside. He was so happy to escape, he stuck his key into the door of his car quickly. He opened the door and jumped inside, jamming the key into the ignition and firing the engine. "My god! I made it! I'm alive!", Fellman shouted in joy. His smiled faded when he heard a growl from the backseat, and yellow eyes staring at him in the rear view mirror....

THE END

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Suman john Oct 21, 2012

phew!!! that gave me goose bumps and the ending was good!!!

Meenu Oct 19, 2012

OMG!!!!!

Velma golden Oct 19, 2012

A goody, keep writing, you have it,as well as a few others, please don'tstop.

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