Jeff Hewitt<\/p>\n
My name is Jimmy McCall, and I sweep the floors at St. Christopher\u2019s. It\u2019s a hospital with all kinds of things. There\u2019s a ward for people who are off in the noggin (not like me, like people who talk to Jesus), and there\u2019s a hospital for folks who are sick with colds and broken bones and the like, and they also have a wing where they research things. Honest to goodness, people in white lab coats, and microscopes, and stuff like that. They\u2019ve got all that and cages with rats and monkeys, mostly. Sometimes I get to feed them.<\/p>\n
You probably won\u2019t be interested in hearin\u2019 about me, but lots of people ask about St. Christopher\u2019s. It\u2019s a very important place, and it\u2019s an honor to work there. They only take the best scientists, and the man who hired me (his name is Allen Moss) said they can only hire special people to be staff. (He smiled when he said that, so I know he wasn\u2019t makin\u2019 fun.) Just like that, I worked at St. Christopher\u2019s! On their staff! I take their trust very seriously. I never tell anyone about what I see or hear. That\u2019s very important, said Mr. Moss. So I keep real quiet, never a peep out of me.<\/p>\n
They like for me to work at night. That way, I don\u2019t bother anyone who is resting or researching. Mr. Moss was so nice; he gave me an iPod. He said it can get lonely workin\u2019 at night, and music gladdens the heart.<\/p>\n
When I get to the gate I show a man in a booth my card, and he waves me in. I pull into my very own parking spot. There\u2019s another man who waits at the door, and he looks at my ID card, too. Even though they\u2019re nice, they make me nervous because they both have guns. I know guns are dangerous.<\/p>\n
Once I\u2019m inside I put in my headphones and walk to the closet where I have all my cleaning supplies. Well, it says \u201cCloset\u201d on the door, but it\u2019s pretty big for a closet. Anyway, it\u2019s got a locker for my stuff, and of course, brooms and mops and a fun swisher machine that buffs the floors. There\u2019s a lot more to keeping the hospital clean than you think.<\/p>\n
The first thing I do is sign into a real old computer and check the Maintenance mailbox. Sometimes there\u2019s a note in there for me to vacuum an office, or make sure a garbage bag from a room is put in the incinerator downstairs. Oh, the incinerator! It\u2019s spooky in that room. The lights never work so it\u2019s just lit by the fire that\u2019s always burning in the furnace. It\u2019s real hot and muggy, and they told me to never clean the floor in there because it has to be treated special.<\/p>\n
The only thing I\u2019ve seen special in there is a red star painted on the floor.<\/p>\n
Anyway, I always start the night with some happy music, so I click my iPod over to \u201cWalkin\u2019 on Sunshine\u201d and get my dust mop. You have to sweep first, to get up all the dust bunnies and small bits of dirt. I try hard not to dance or whistle as I sweep the floors, because it might disturb a patient, or a scientist who is concentrating. Sometimes I can\u2019t help it, but most everyone is real nice about it. They\u2019ll smile at me, and I wave, and try to be quiet. Some of the scientists work with delicate things, and it wouldn\u2019t do to startle one.<\/p>\n
Even with the cheery music, it\u2019s hard not to be nervous some nights. The lights are mostly switched off, and the other people I see are either working late or patients who are wandering the halls. Tonight I wasn\u2019t nervous so much as annoyed. I kept stopping because I had to shake off all these shiny green flies from my mop. Most were dead, but some of them clung on and crawled around in circles. I had the devil\u2019s own time getting them all cleaned up. I bet you wouldn\u2019t believe me if I told you I filled up a whole garbage bag with the little guys, but I did. I almost felt sad, but they were just flies, after all.<\/p>\n
After I got all those flies cleaned up, I was behind on my schedule. Tonight was going to be a doozy! After I swept and mopped the halls, it was time for me to start on laboratory maintenance. I clean a different lab every week. Despite the weird start with the flies, I was excited because I got to clean the animal labs this week. All those critters are nice to meet, and I think they appreciate a clean lab as much as the people do.<\/p>\n
I carted my supplies into the animal lab. It\u2019s got a key card reader on the door, like all the other labs. It also has a little room you have to wait in while a cool mist sprays on you. One time I stuck out my tongue. It was a funny feeling, like dancing ants, but it didn\u2019t taste good at all. Once I was inside I smiled at all the animals, many of which were sleeping. I was surprised to see one of the scientists was working still. It was real late, after midnight.<\/p>\n
The scientist was Anne Wheeler. She\u2019s always nice to me, and we both like the animals. She\u2019s pretty, too, with short brown hair and blue eyes. When she saw me come in she smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey, Jimmy! Come to clean the cages?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes ma\u2019am, that\u2019s right. You\u2019re workin\u2019 awful late.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know. I\u2019ve been working hard these past couple of days because the animals have been acting out of character.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow are they actin\u2019?\u201d<\/p>\n
She stood and motioned for me to follow her. We walked over to a neat stack of rat cages. Normally rats are very clean animals, but the cages stank. I noticed a lot more rats than normal, and just as we stepped up I felt something soft under my foot. More of those green flies.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy\u2019s there so many?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey\u2019re breeding out of control. We\u2019ve never seen anything like it. Their gestation period is dramatically lower, too. Days, sometimes hours it seems like.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s bad.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s impossible! Or it should be. I don\u2019t know, sometimes it\u2019s hard to tell if it\u2019s really that they\u2019re mating and birthing that fast or if we\u2019re just overwhelmed by the numbers.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waved my hand at the cage. All those green flies were covering it, too.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s another thing,\u201d she said. \u201cWe\u2019re getting a bad fly infestation. Can you spray something?\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded. \u201cI\u2019ve got something that should sort them out okay.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t even know how they got in here. This is a sealed environment.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey probably hitched a ride,\u201d I said. I was eager to get started. I guess it didn\u2019t bother Anne, but the rats were really giving off a stench, and the way they writhed and squirmed over each other made me think of worms in a box at the bait shop.<\/p>\n
We talked a little more as I swept and mopped, but she was back at her microscope for most of that time. I wanted to ask what she was looking at, but I probably wouldn\u2019t understand it. When it was time to clean the cages, she was nice enough to help. I think it\u2019s because the animal scientists are protective of their critters; or maybe their experiments, anyhow.<\/p>\n
Most went just fine, but when we got to the rats it was awful. I mentioned before that they stank. The smell of poop and urine mixed up was almost unbearable, but add to that the smell of rotten little bodies, blood, and sickness, and you might be close to describing it. Lab rats are usually white, but these were pink and splotchy. A lot of them had angry red sores and scabs. We were both queasy of stomach, but when I tried to grab a group up with my gloves, their skin came off in bloody patches, like cheese off the top of lasagna.<\/p>\n
I felt horrible. The rats squealed with pain and squirmed to get away. Anne ran to my garbage can and vomited. The first time the rats squeaked at me I dropped them, but they became frantic and started clawing and biting at one another. It seemed like in just a few seconds the whole cage was just a mess of blood and guts and squealing rats. I almost lost my own dinner then.<\/p>\n
I stood there stupefied. The writhing mess of blood and parts made me think that Hell must look this way. Anne regained her composure and came back over. She was holding a hand over her mouth, and her eyes were wide. I saw blood dripping from the corner of her mouth.<\/p>\n
\u201cJust . . . oh God. Throw all of it into a garbage bag and incinerate the whole thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s some that\u2019s still alive,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cBurning will probably be a blessing.\u201d<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t argue with her. She was probably right, and I wanted to do something — anything — to get out of there. I grabbed a heavy-duty bag and dropped the cage in. I gagged because some of the rats fell out as I did this, and I had to pick them up and put them in, too. They were slick with blood and pus. They were still squirming. I got them all up and into the garbage can. It looked like there was some blood in there, but from Anne\u2019s vomit or the rats I couldn\u2019t tell.<\/p>\n
As I hurried out of the room I saw Anne wiping at her mouth and looking at her hands. The mist came down, and then I was out in the corridor. I headed for the incinerator. As I walked, I started hearing an awful buzzing. I got to the service elevator and hit the button. The buzzing got worse. I thought the garbage bag started squirming. I pushed the elevator button again. I saw a shiny green mass writhing in the garbage can. The buzzing really cut into my head; it was giving me an awful headache.<\/p>\n
I unwrapped another garbage bag and stuffed it into the top of the can. It wriggled and buzzed under my hands and made my stomach turn over. The blessed doors finally opened, and on the slow ride down I was near frantic. When the doors opened, I rushed to the incinerator. It was burning away like it always was.<\/p>\n
As I crossed the big red star I tripped on something and knocked the can over as I fell. A huge mass of those flies poured out, swarming around the room. I was horrified because so many of them landed on me. I felt like I was wearing wool that could crawl. I gagged, and then snapped my mouth shut to keep them out. I crawled and pushed the can towards the incinerator.<\/p>\n
Flies landed on it in droves, and fell to the floor as the intense heat killed them. Their little bodies pattered like rain. I forced the door open, and the fire in the incinerator roared at me. The heat felt like it was peeling the skin off my face. I closed my eyes and tossed in the garbage bags. I thought I heard screams, but it was probably my imagination. I slammed the grate shut.<\/p>\n
All of an instant passed and everything was back to normal. All the flies were gone. The garbage can was still on its side, but it was empty. My headache was gone. I climbed to my feet. My heart was pounding. I looked around the room, and you wouldn\u2019t believe it was just the way it always was. It was dark as usual, lit only by the fire. I picked up the can, now more bewildered than scared. I saw what I\u2019d tripped on and went to pick it up. I recognized it now. A few days ago the local police brought in a guy who was raving mad. One of my nurse friends told me all about it. The guy they brought in spoke in tongues, was real strong and violent, and had a book he kept talking about. The knicker-something.<\/p>\n
The cover was thick, and leathery. I flipped it open, and came up with a page with a piece of paper stuck in it. The book was all in red and black writing and had strange pictures. I thought I heard the buzzing of flies again. The piece of paper had English on it, a little phrase. I sounded it out, but it was all gibberish. The buzzing stopped, and I set the book back on the floor. I\u2019m always careful not to disturb anything.<\/p>\n
I went back upstairs, and got a shock when the doors opened. A man was standing outside, like he was waiting for the elevator. He was a small guy, and his hair was wild. He was wearing a gown.<\/p>\n
\u201cHeya! You startled me. You okay, buddy?\u201d I said. He didn\u2019t say anything.<\/p>\n
\u201cNeed help finding your room or anything?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe book. It calls.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich book is that, fella?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShow me your hands,\u201d he said. I was starting to get nervous. I held out my right hand. I thought he might want to shake, or something. He took my hand and looked at it, like an old-fashioned fortune teller.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve touched it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTouched what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe book.\u201d He looked like he was in pain.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey, guy, maybe you should go back to your room, okay? Let me call someone.\u201d I took the radio off my belt and turned it on. The static was strange. It seemed to cut through my head. I pressed the button and called for the nurse\u2019s station, but no one answered. There was just that strange static, like someone walking through broken glass.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou touched the book.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSure, guy, sure. Hold on.\u201d I tried the nurse\u2019s station again. I heard voices calling. They sounded distant, far away. I felt like I was vibrating, I was so nervous now. My heart thundered in my chest.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019ll come,\u201d said the guy.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d I couldn\u2019t help starin\u2019. His eyes rolled up into his head and he started talking again, but it just sounded like crazy talk. I tried the radio again.<\/p>\n
\u201cHelp! Help! There\u2019s a patient at the service elevator and he\u2019s really out of it. He needs help.\u201d<\/p>\n
The radio crackled and I thought I heard a nurse\u2019s voice through the noise. The guy fell to the floor, his skull hitting the tile with a sick crack, like someone dropping a watermelon. Foam started coming out of his mouth. I didn\u2019t know what else to do, so I backed up until my shoulders hit the elevator doors. I closed my eyes and tried not to listen to him talking in that strange, rambling language. The buzzing sound of flies filled my ears. I put my hands over my ears and sank to the floor, hoping someone would come soon. I don\u2019t know how much time passed like that, with me on the floor, the guy talking and shuddering on the floor.<\/p>\n
I jumped when someone put their hand on my shoulder. It was one of the nurses! They finally came.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, thank goodness! Thanks for coming to help.\u201d The nurse helped me to my feet. There were some other nurses and orderlies getting the guy into a gurney, to take back to his room. He was quiet now.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe started talking, but he didn\u2019t make any sense. I hope he\u2019s okay,\u201d I said. The nurse turned to me. The whites of her eyes were very red.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s fine. We gave him something to calm him down.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, good,\u201d I said. I watched them take the guy away.<\/p>\n
I was much relieved to have that strange mess sorted out. I checked to make sure all of my cleaning was done for the evening. I ran back by the animal labs to check on Anne, but she was gone. I decided it was high time to get home, too.<\/p>\n
That night I had awful dreams. I couldn\u2019t get the visions of those squirming, decaying rats out of my head. I saw monsters with many mouths and eyes, rotting, dead animals, and I kept seeing one rat in my dream over and over. It was like the rats I saw yesterday, though it had fur like normal. The big difference was it had no eyes. Where they should have been there was only slick, white fur.<\/p>\n
When I woke up before work, my heart was very heavy. I got dinner ready and watched a funny movie, but it just didn\u2019t tickle my bones. After a few hours it was time for me to go in. I dreaded it. When I pulled up to the gate, things were different. The man who checked my ID was gone, and the gate was open. I pulled into my spot, and saw there were more cars than normal in the lot, like everyone was still at work. The man who checks my ID outside the door was gone, too. There was a dark stain on the wall behind where he usually stood.<\/p>\n
Inside St. Christopher\u2019s was even more eerie. The air seemed different, heavy somehow. And it was very hot. I noticed right away more of those damn green flies, more numerous than before. I made right for my closet to get some spray. When I opened the door, I was struck by the appearance of the rat from my dreams. It was sitting, proud as you please, on my garbage can. It had no eyes.<\/p>\n
My heart thudded and raced, but I couldn\u2019t run. The flies swarmed into the room in a dark cloud. The buzzing filled my ears, filled my head. I began to cry.<\/p>\n
At that moment, however, I felt a need. A . . . strong desire. The buzzing seemed distant. I picked up the eyeless rat, and held it as I walked the halls of St. Christopher\u2019s. I saw patients out in the halls, but they did not talk to me. I didn\u2019t call the nurses, though many of the patients were bloody.<\/p>\n
I came to a conference room, and went inside. It was full of the big guys, the bosses. The administrators. They were all dead. The flies were as thick as fog in here, crawling in and out of mouths and bloody, gaping holes where many of the suited bodies had shot themselves or each other. The rat grew hot in my hands. I set it on the table in the center of the room, and it climbed onto a body. I grabbed him under the arms. I think it was Mr. Moss. I dragged him down to the incinerator room. When the elevator doors opened, a flood of dark liquid poured over my boots. I think it was blood.<\/p>\n
I stepped through the doors with Mr. Moss, and laid him down in front of the incinerator. The rat climbed off of the body and swam through the blood to me, climbing my leg and leaving an awful red trail behind. I opened the grate and shoved the body in. The blood on the floor rippled and writhed, and dozens, thousands of rats with no eyes were born.<\/p>\n
I noticed then what sounded like screaming. Lots of people, all at once. I looked in the incinerator, and then I knew what it was. I put on my headphones and clicked over to \u201cWalkin\u2019 on Sunshine,\u201d a good song to start the night. My rat from my dream was on my shoulder. Time to clean up all this mess. I was back upstairs dragging the next body to the elevator, and something occurred to me.<\/p>\n
It had been a long time since I cleaned the microorganism lab. That was next.<\/p>\n
JEFF HEWITT<\/b> is an independent author based out of North Georgia, where he is also a police dispatcher by day. When not working or writing, he enjoys brewing beer, playing wargames, and spending time with his wife Megan. (Not necessarily in that order.) Megan is a nurse, and they live together with their three dogs: Sophie, a Pembroke Welsh Corgi; Beasley, a terrier; and Penny, a handful. You can find more information about Jeff and his works at his website, www.jeffhewitt.net<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Jeff Hewitt My name is Jimmy McCall, and I sweep the floors at St. Christopher\u2019s. It\u2019s a hospital with all kinds of things. There\u2019s a ward for people who are off in the noggin (not like me, like people who … Continue reading