I always thought my demons came out in the day, rather than at night. I’ve never been scared of the dark. I’ve only ever been scared of real things: getting ill, having injections, physical pain… death. Those are my monsters, not ghosts or vampires or whatever else can hide under your bed at night.
I was wrong.
The dark makes everything worse.
When 17-year-old Mary Hades is admitted by her parents to a psychiatric unit, her worst nightmares are confirmed. How can she get better in a place that fills her with dread? Her friendships with the other patients — her wacky roommate Lacey, her protector Mo, and the mysterious, green-eyed Johnny — begin to fill her with hope, until she realizes that people in the hospital are dying without explanation. Something sinister stalks the corridors, and it’s up to Mary to stop it. But the closer she gets to the answer, the more perilous her situation becomes, and Mary discovers the only way to get out alive is to confront the things that scare her most.
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We all have morning rituals, don’t we? I wake earlier than my parents; shower, dress, go downstairs and make a cup of tea. There, in the still silence of morning, I stand by the kitchen sink and stare out of the window, with my tea in hand. Some mornings the sunlight warms my face as it streams through the glass, and everything seems clear—even if it only lasts for a little while. My mind is peaceful.
We have a wide-reaching view from the kitchen as our house sits near the summit of a hill. On our street the terraced houses rise from the valley in a higgle-piggle of difference heights and chimney lengths, window sizes and coloured bricks. Our neighbour even has a kitchen extension, attached to the back like a Lego piece stuck on by a child.
I survey the garden. It slopes down as the hill fades away to the flattened park beyond, which slowly slopes into tennis courts and reaches towards the playground, before finally dipping to the duck pond. Beyond that lies a patchwork of streets. Beyond the streets there are lines of identical trees—like an infantry on-guard—and even further toward the horizon is the hospital.
My eyes are drawn to the main building, a high-rise of stories reaching upwards from the maze of pavements, outbuildings and car-parks; the tallest building for miles. Clad with cold grey concrete, decaying and dirty, I feel as though it somehow looks back at me, challenging me.
On a normal day I stand by the kitchen sink sipping my tea, enjoying the morning calm. The hospital doesn’t bother me. In fact, I get a sense of triumph knowing that I’m safe and well, that today I don’t have to go anywhere near it. I can live my life as normal, without having to even think about what happens inside that formidable grey building.
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