"What's in here, Doctor?"

Debbie felt her heart quicken as they stepped into the large basement storage room. It was late. She shouldn't be down here alone with this young third-year resident. And yet he had told her he needed help in bringing up some supplies for emergency room. After all, she was a volunteer helper at the hospital, helping Out where she could. And Doctor Ray Tiffany was so handsome he made her heart skip beats whenever he looked at her.

"Damned light. The switch's supposed to be on the wall somewhere here," he said, fumbling along as they stepped into the large underground room. There was a dampness that made the girl's flesh crawl. Rubbing her fingers briskly over her bare arms Debbie stood nervously in the center of the room. There was the musky smell of rotting card-board and that pungent aroma of antiseptic that permeated all rooms of the old county hospital. She saw the shape of Doctor Tiffany move about through the darkness, one hand of his trailing along the wall, searching for the lightswitch. What had he wanted down here? Something about bandages. She hadn't paid that much attention to his request when he came up to the nursing station where she worked and asked her to help him. The nurses gave her a wink smiling as she left with the young stud and headed toward the elevators.

Of course Debbie never had anything other than work on her mind. She just thought the young man was dreamy, a kind of stud a girl's dreams were made of.

"Just wait a sec."

Debbie saw Ray approaching her after moving around aimlessly for a while. Turning halfway around, the young girl saw several old hospital beds pushed against one wall, stacks of boxes on either side. The good doctor passed her by, walked to the door, then closed it. Immediately she was engulfed by the darkness.