Friday, July 7, 2017

Shark Eyes

I worked as a health care security officer in a rather large locked psychiatric ward. One day I was leaving dispatch and happened to catch on our old black and white monitor a man sitting in the middle of the main floor. Something struck me as "wrong".

Suddenly I saw a black puddle beginning to form under the man. I went running up to the unit, and there sat a man in a puddle of blood. I called for backup, but the man stood up and ran at me.

I fought this guy for about five minutes, both of us covered in blood. His eyes were dead, like a sharks.

Turns out he had sat in the floor, and ripped out the stitches the ER had put in after a suicide attempt

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