The Night That Never Ends*

** Chapter 2: Ravencroft's whispers ** The door of the Ravencroft Hospital Rangiu like a lament when Molly pushed her. The air inside the building was thick, loaded with the smell of mold, rotten disinfectant and something more sharper, metallic -*blood*. The camera's flashlight cut the darkness, revealing a ruined lobby. Turned chairs, scattered papers, and on the walls, dark spots that stretched like roots of poisonous trees.

* "Ayman ..."* Molly whispered, but the name echoed empty. The camera trembled in her hands as she recorded the environment. On the floor, recent muddy footprints intertwined toward the east corridor. *He is here. It has to be.* The first floor looked like a trap. Sidgeous doors shook with invisible air chains, and in one of the rooms, Molly found what was left of a laboratory. Broken glass, rusty syringes and, on a table, notebooks with torn pages. One of them still had a symbol drawn to dry blood: an eye inside a triangle, the same brand Ayman had mentioned in his last notes before disappearing.

* "Protocol Lazarus,"* She read in a low voice, flipping through a torn diary. * "Phase 3 completed. The subjects no longer die ... but they do not live either. What remains is perfection."* Calligraphy was frantic, almost unreadable. A faded photo slipped from the pages: a group of doctors in stained coats, posing around something indistinct on the floor -* a human form, dismembered.* A sudden noise made her jump. Something dragged on the corridor above. Molly pointed the camera to the stairs. Night vision turned the world-green world, revealing marks on the walls-*claws?*-And in the railing, a bloody hand printed as a macabre signature.

Climbing the stairs was like entering a nightmare. Each step ranges, and the air got colder. On the second floor, a distant voice hummed a lullaby. * "Sleep, sleep, little monster ..."* The melody was childish, but the voice ... The voice was hoarse, as if the vocal cords had been torn.

Molly followed the sound to a operating room. The door was stuck, but between the cracks, a weak light leaked. With a push, the room turned out: walls covered with blood -painted symbols, a surgical table with torn belts and, in the center, an altar *. Human animal heads - Human, were they arranged in a circle, melted candles dripping wax like tears.

* Cannibalism.* The word burned in your mind. Ayman was right.

Before he could sue, a moan echoed behind her. Molly turned, the camera capturing a figure for a moment -*no, one thing*—theying on the ceiling. Stretched limbs, broken joints at impossible angles, and a face ... *Oh God, the face was still human *, but disfigured by surgical scars and sharp teeth.

* "Go away ..."* The creature has, his voice a mixture of pain and hunger. * "He watches you."* Molly ran. The feet hit the rotten boards as the creature chased her, scratching the walls. She hid in a closet, covering her mouth to drown her breath. In the darkness, the camera still recorded - and on the screen, saw the creature pass, dragging a severed arm.

When the silence returned, Molly found a rusty map in a nursing room. * East Wing, third floor - Sector of Child Psychiatry.* The area circulated, his hands shaking. An annotation on the sidelines: * "The bear does not sleep. He waits." * The way until the third floor was blocked by rubble. Molly contronted a quarantine wing, where the doors had reinforced windows. In one of them, a pale hand hit the glass. * "Help me!"* A child voice. Molly hesitated, but as she approached, the flashlight revealed her face - black eyes, translucent skin, too wide smile. * Ghost.** "You will be just like me,"* The child laughed before disappearing in a mist.

On the third floor, the children's sector was a grotesque contrast: walls painted with happy, now stained blood clouds. And at the end of the corridor, the door with the painted bear - even though Ayman had described.

But something was wrong. The door was open, and inside ... a modern surveillance camera, flashing a red light. At a table, a radio crackleja:*"Mrs. Mason. Admirably brave. Come to the B-12 Surgery Laboratory. His brother is waiting."*The voice was calm, almost polite-*DR. Vorstaan.* Molly swallowed the fear. She knew it was a trap, but Ayman's image arrested it made her move on. In the B-12 laboratory, a screen displayed images on Loop: Ayman, handcuffed to a chair, shouting as jaleco figures applied injections to their neck.

* "He resisted so much,"* Dr.'s voice Vorstaan echoed through the speakers. * "But soon you will understand. As you will understand, Molly. Death is a disease ... and we are the cure."* Before you could react, gas began to gulk from the ceiling. Molly staggered, the camera falling from her hands. The last thing he saw was Vorstaan's silhouette entering the room, his eyes shining with a light that was not human.

* "Welcome to the Lazarus Protocol, Mrs. Mason."* The camera screen, lying on the floor, continued to recording the heavy steps of something* not human* dragging on the hall, while Ayman's shouts echoed faint.

*End of Chapter 2.*