It was the mid 1950's. Doctor Colin Sheppard was at the pinnacle of his career as head surgeon at Mercy Hospital. He was famous for his rather unorthodox procedures, but nevertheless he saved lives. That was his job, that was his calling. But the events of one fateful night would change all that, and send Doctor Sheppard into a spiraling nightmare of dread and despair for the rest of his natural life.
It was summertime when the storms came. Rare at first, and then it seemed as though hardly a day would go by without dark skies and rain. Doctor Sheppard felt as if a shadow had been cast over his life and his hospital. Once a place of life and joy, now the old hospital slowly sank into the depths of disease and death. No matter how hard Doctor Sheppard tried, the death rate climbed. Once revered by his fellow surgeons for saving lives, he was now cast out and ridiculed as a deranged man with a murderous intent.
Late in the fall of 1957, the storms had reached biblical proportions. Flash floods were rampant, electricity had nearly been shut off to the entire town, and howling winds threatened to tear the old hospital apart. With a deafening clap of thunder that shook the foundation of that fateful place, the darkness had come. It was as though a nightmare had appeared suddenly and swallowed the hospital and everything in it. Pitch blackness covered everything inside. Many believed it was just a simple power outage, but Dr. Sheppard began to think otherwise. The old steel of the hospital began to creak and groan, and sounds of bending and breaking could be heard all throughout the place. The ground rumbled, and the concrete walls shook...the hospital was changing.
The doctors, patients, families and staff, were trapped. It was as though the nightmare had breathed life into the hospital itself. No one could leave, save for Doctor Sheppard who promptly threw open the nearest exit door and ran. He retreated to his nearby cottage in the woods. But there he stayed, tormented by the same nightmare that befell his once pristine hospital. Fearing to go near that place and feeling as though he had brought damnation to everyone inside, Dr. Sheppard's grip on sanity began to slip. He began to hallucinate and soon began to change himself. Once a man of life, now an old hermit with a mind for death. His figure distorting and twisting him into a demon... a devil in his own personal hell. The poor doctor has fallen from grace.
Quickly panic rose amongst those trapped in the hospital. Why can't we leave, how can we get out?Questions that fell on deaf ears. Food and water soon became scarce and people began to change. Skin began to rot, bones twisted and contorted, many of those trapped inside now resembled creatures unlike any of the outside world. Like a virus, the nightmare had delved deep into the souls of all those who remained trapped inside. No one could sleep, no one could eat, soon they would all die... or so they thought.
Little by little the traces of humanity left the poor souls as they began violently turning on one another. Seeing no way out, many panicked and became cannibalistic and reverted to eating the weak. Doctors, slowly losing their grip on sanity, began experimenting on the dead and dying. Possibly looking for redemption, possibly looking for vengeance. These horrifying experiments bred an army of hideous abominations that now roamed the halls spreading disease and infection everywhere. Unable to die and unable to leave, left many viciously insane.
Most people believe that Mercy Hospital was closed and condemned long ago due to sanitary conditions, but we know better. Open now for the first time in 62 years, we invite you to step inside and see what awaits. Be careful, you never know who or what might stumble across your path...
Welcome to the
NIGHTMARE!
