Here’s a whole chapter, straight from Sclera: The Looking Glass. Feel free to release it with your interview! At this point in the story, Taylor and his daughter Sclera were leaving town, on the run again after another man was killed. A surprise hail storm rattled the car as his daughter slept. What Taylor saw in a passing car confused and distracted him, and blood smeared on the windshield. After crashing, Taylor woke in complete darkness on a city street. Sclera was gone. After briefly running into a girl named Helen, he follows her into a nearby Hospital, hoping to find his missing daughter…

———————————————-Chapter IV————————————————

The hospital was completely dark as I wandered in. I helplessly began feeling for a wall or a light switch. Soon later I realized a light switch most likely wouldn’t be anywhere in the main lobby. Maybe it’s somewhere by the Reception Desk? But where was it? It was so dark, so quiet, so empty. Was Sclera scared and alone as well? Was she lost and lonely without me to take care of her? Loud sounds. Something was moving, dragging against the floor. Something heavy dropped to the floor, the percussion echoed through the dark empty halls. “Sclera!” I called out. “I’m here! Sclera where are you?”

I ran through the pitch black lobby, knocking into tables, kicking over chairs, screaming for my daughter, only to be responded by the sounds of my own frantic desperation. It wasn’t long before I slipped on something wet on the floor. Maybe a puddle? Mid-fall all I could see was a flash of light. I landed on my side with a loud bang and lay slightly confused. Then the lights flickered on for a quick second again, enough time to see a pair of shoes run past my face. “Who’s there?” I questioned.

I climbed to my feet. Another flash. I wandered forward, calling out into the darkness. Flash. My fingers twitched, searching through the emptiness, until I touched something. Flash. A single closed eye lid, near inches from my face, was all I could make out, and then black. Was it Sclera? I reached out, but my hand was guided away. I was pushed ferociously backwards, into a table or chair or something. Panicking, I waved my arms all around, stumbling and slipping in my soaked shoes. Subtle bumps and whispers echoed in the void around me. Ominous voices, whispering. Whispering faintly, as if they were speaking right into my ear, Taylor… Taylor. Flash, a quick one, a figure stood on the opposite side of the room, facing away from me. As the darkness enveloped me again, I felt a hand grip my ankle with malevolence. Flash, I darted my gaze downwards, there was no one there. Nothing was adding up! In frustration, I pulled out my pistol and aimed in every direction I could. I grew desperate as glimpses of movement in the distant nothingness taunted my sanity.

“Come out already! If you don’t show yourself right now I’m shooting everything!”

Just then the lights flashed on, and stayed on. The end of my gun rested right above the bloody ear of the girl from before, Helen, but something wasn’t right.

“You!” we both yelled in unison. “Who did you expect?” we yelled at the same time again. I lowered the gun, and she turned to face me. She gazed at me confused; I could only imagine I was showing her a similar face. That’s when I noticed it wasn’t just her ear, or her face that was bloody. She was literally drenched in blood. “You’re covered in blood…” I stated puzzlingly.

Her face, once again, mirrored the expression I must have had myself. She raised a finger and pointed toward me. “You… you’re dripping blood, too. And… so am I! What the fuck man, we’re covered in blood!”

“Wait, but you were in an accident, right? Maybe..“ I tried to explain, but the words made less and less sense as the came out. Even if her blood came from injuries, the rain would have washed it away. What could have happened? Then Helen turned to me with a blood stained face, but her expression shined with a grim epiphany.

“The rain… it was warm right? Warmer than normal rain. What if it wasn’t normal rain?”

I looked all around, foot prints tracking from the front door, handprints and streaks across the scattered furniture. I stormed to the front door and shoved it open. The light from behind me shined into the city streets. Without a doubt, the rain was red. Pouring down, collecting into puddles, running into sewers. No wait, the sewers, they began to overflow with gushing blood! Helen gazed at me, lost and desperate. She really had no clue as to what was going on. I barely did either. This had to be Sclera’s doing, it had to. But why? That’s the true question.

“As soon as you saw this hospital, you ran straight to it. Why is that?” I asked.

“I have to find my… someone. I have to find someone. If I was being taken from the crash to this hospital, then she must be here too. At least I thought. I think this place is abandoned.”

“Who are you looking for?”

“Long story. Trust me, you don’t wanna know.”

“Tell me who it is.”

“Look, I barely know you! And plus you just scared the shit outta me. Screaming all random and knocking shit over, you were acting like a tweaker. Screaming Sclera, Sclera over and over… I’m Helen by the way.”

“Yea well, I didn’t know who you were in the dark. It’s just… I’m looking for someone too. I need to find her before something goes wrong.”

“So raining blood is your definition of right? Uh-huh, well ok, I don’t think any ones here so I’m gonna…”

“No, there’s a storm coming. The power could have gone down. Maybe the nurses and doctors just had to take care of patients in other parts of the building. I don’t know what’s going on with the rain, but I think you should keep looking for whoever it is you came here for.”

“And what makes you think I should listen to you??”

“Feel free to wander around in the storm that’s raining blood. I’m staying. I know I saw someone else here, I heard them. I don’t know about you, Annie, but I’m finishing what I started.”

Squeak…. squeak… squeak….

This soft, faint noise came from behind. When I turned, I saw a lone wheelchair, slowly rolling across the room. A sinister squeak pierced the silence with every inch. Helen and I stood speechless. The wheels were bent and misshapen, the seat torn and tattered. The steel was even showing early signs of rust and decay. After what seemed like an eternity, the chair rolled straight into a pitch black corridor on the far wall. Was that door open before? Was it even there before at all? Slowly the squeaking faded into the far reaching dark… squeak… squeak… squeak.

“Did… that just happen?” Helen asked dreadfully.

“Shh… you see that?”

“What?”

“That door… there’s someone there.”

I saw … something… emerging, raising from the ominous corridor. Extremely pale, veiny, and long. It was a… leg? Someone’s leg emerged eerily and outstretched itself from around the corner, convulsing as if it was struggling to rise, suffering. Its grotesque foot pointed outward, its toes flexing and coiling uncontrollably. And then, with what looked like great difficulty, the leg bent and wrapped itself around the corner of the doorway, rubbing itself up and down the wall. And now an arm, just as pale and miserably disgusting as the leg, felt around the corner with unearthly spread fingers, and began to stroke the wall. The sound was unbearable, the “skin” sounded sticky, squishing and squashing against the wall. Translucent ooze emanated from the creature, stretching several strands from the leg to the wall. Squishing… and squashing… Up… and down… Whatever it was, the thought of how the rest of its body looked on the other side of that doorway sickened my gut to the core. Overlapping the sound from the rubbing, stretching ooze was a subtle yet prominent whisper…

Taylor… Taylor…

The pale diseased flesh-like hand then gripped the wall, making a fist, effortlessly tearing 5 deep scratches. And then it moaned… “Taylor!”