Around the Corner with Sarah Joe and Time Travel

Around the Corner

There was an abandoned hospital. Full of rooms full of beds. The hospital had a cafeteria. And a closet. They say this closet was peculiar. Haunted, even. That it could only be seen at 3 am in the night. Many say people disappeared. Janitors. Nurses. Patients.

Reann Lizby, a curious woman, decided she should explore this place. Maybe, even be the first to document a true mystery. Reann slipped on her raincoat and walked through the muddy grass, until she reached the hospital gate. After a tedious climb she finally jumps into the jurisdiction of the hospital. A walk later, she arrives at a huge entrance. The woman looks through the dirty, stained glass windows. Just a long hallway with rooms. Lots and lots of rooms. She manages to pry the door open and an outburst of dust greets her. Reann steps into the hospital her portable video camera in hand. “This, as you can see, is Blightworth Government Hospital, 50 years later.” she says to her viewers. “Legend has it that, 60% of patients died here for unknown reasons, and they were buried under the ground at the entrance…” Reann walks through the empty corridors until she stops

Around the corner there is a shadow. It looked to be of a child’s. A little girl. Clutching something to her chest. Reann focused the camera as the shadow got closer, and closer. Suddenly, there is a high pitched scream. The silhouette chases Reann out of the hospital, and Reann leaves to the sound of a small girl crying. Reann later went to her apartment and slept.

Reann Lizby did not wake up the next morning. Her death cause was undetermined.

Her video went viral and no one ever knew what happened to her…

Sarah Joe

Sarah Jolene was a 6 year old child.  She was known as Sarah Joe. She was alive around in the 1960s. The little girl was very energetic and would never leave anywhere without her teddy bear, Mr. Cuddles. Around January 1969, Sarah had been diagnosed with the flu. She was sick and did not stop vomiting. As the parents made their way to the hospital, Sarah dropped her bear, and it was run over by an automobile. Mr. Cuddles did not make it. Bawling her eyes out, she walked to the hospital for her daily checkup. At the office, Sarah suddenly started screaming and was hospitalized overnight. Every night at exactly 3:13 am, Sarah Joe started screaming. The moment the clock struck 3:15 she would stop. Doctors and nurses tried everything including, stuffing saline towels into her mouth, but Sarah would not stop. One early morning the screaming stopped before the time. Sarah had died in her sleep. Her body was buried but then discreetly cremated.

Legend has it that she roams the hospital at night at exactly 3 am, clutching her late teddy bear. She screams at exactly 3:13 and stops at 3:15. Many people have see her and every single one of them have died in their sleep

Time Travel

I am a journalist. An aspiring journalist, some would say. Nevertheless, I am a journalist. Us j Journalists; we have a hard job. Always trying to find the next story that will be on everyone’s phones the next day. We journalists try to strive within this world that demands for more and more news. Sometimes, our jobs get dangerous. Really dangerous.

My name is Lyra. The year is 2153. It’s well into the future and it sure is futuristic. Yet, the practice of journalism never ended. We are a highly paid career. I struggle, really I do, to find riveting stories. For months, I’ve been researching Blightworth Government Hospital. It was a hospital around in the 1960s. Almost as old as my late great-grandmother Reann. My grandmother was also a journalist and she had documented the hospital. The footage was uploaded and became one of the most viewed videos in the world. My grandmother later died that night in her sleep. My family was angered that an autopsy wasn’t performed and that she was buried quickly. I never got to see her.

I’m here to live her legacy, and become the first journalist to document Blightworth and survive.

It is night. Here I am at my apartment contemplating whether this is safe or not. This is going to change Journalism forever! I make up my mind and put on a coat as my drone follows me.