The Horrors of Gettysburg Hospital
The Horrors of Gettysburg Hospital2 mins 347 2 mins 347
It was Friday the 13th. I had never been a superstitious person before, but today was rather weird. It was cold and damp all around me. The rain was very strong and me and my friend, Dr Galtieri were under the shade of the tent. Two hours later, the rain abated and the sun arose on the fields of Gettysburg. Dr. Galtieri and I had Lunch and then we visited the old abandoned hospital. It was 150 years old.
That is where things went wrong. As soon as we entered the old hospital, rain resumed and the wind blew the rain into our faces. Dr. Galtieri said “Let’s go to the Basement. ” We took the elevator down. It was an old hospital where injured soldiers were healed. The old rusty elevator crackled and creaked and started its way to the basement. The lift stopped at the 1st Floor oddly enough and then as if by magic it went down to the basement.
As the doors opened, a horrifying sight greeted us. Many doctors and nurses rushed around carrying alive, dead and dying Union and Confederate soldiers. The soldiers were in their uniform, covered in blood and organs. The stench was horrible. Some had bayonets whereas others had axes and saws. Some had arms missing and others had legs and heads missing;some had horrible incisions. The worst part of the thing was that the bodies were rotting and so were the doctors and all in the room. They noticed us and slowly crept towards us. The lift stopped working. The stench grew and I pulled out my gun and shot two of the rotting corpses. They fell to the ground. Dr. Galtieri, pulled out his own knife and cowered behind me. The rotting bodies were almost upon us when suddenly 2 shots were heard and the bodies who were covered with blood turned. The police had arrived and they had started shooting. It was chaos and I fainted.
When I came too, I was on the steps of the old hospital with Dr. Galtieri and the police beside me. It had appeared that Dr. Galtieri had called the police when the lift went haywire. Thanks to him, I am still alive and with a traumatic experience to remember.