Reborn as a Prophet in a Horror Movie

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T/N: UPDATE PLEASE READ! Chapter 177 got cut off at: “You actually slept in this place?” Yeah… I don’t know how that happened. Definitely wasn’t my fault! Wasn’t a misclick! Nah. Anyway, go back and read that then come back. Enjoy! （*＾-＾*）

#178

Levi grimaced and patted the pocket where she’d tucked her collapsible baton.

“If I had a gun, do you think I’d be sneaking around like this?”

“Oh, Califor—uh, I mean, Levi,” McCullan said, spotting what he clearly thought was his chance. He reached for her hands. “Your delicate hands shouldn’t have to—”

His words cut off the second his fingers closed around hers. Even through the thick work gloves, her hands were very firm. Nothing delicate about them. Not at all.

McCullan scrambled to pivot. “I mean, hands that make such beautiful art shouldn’t be holding weapons! I can protect you, okay?”

The sheer nerve. Honestly, it was almost impressive. Here they were, trapped in a horror situation with a Nurse-Zombie stalking the halls—claws for hands and all—and this guy was trying to flirt. For a second, Seojun wondered if the stress had finally broke McCullan’s brain. But no. That hopeful, sleazy little smile said it all. This was just McCullan being McCullan.

Levi wasn’t even slightly interested. She just planted a gloved palm square on his face—right over his nose and mouth—and pushed him back.

Seojun cut in to get them back on topic. “Miss Levi, how’d you even get down here? And Mina said others might be coming too, right?”

“Yeah, figured you’d want the full story. I’ll tell you everything. But let’s skip the formalities, okay? Makes things easier.”

Her tone shifted, going casual with practiced ease. Made her seem more approachable, sure, but those green eyes stayed sharp and wary. Her straightforward vibe was honestly refreshing, especially with McCullan still hovering nearby looking like a kicked puppy.

“Works for me,” Seojun agreed.

Levi’s full lips twisted into a tight, bitter smile. She leaned back against the heavy main doors, eyes fixed on the ceiling lost in shadow.

“That Doctor, whoever the hell he is. I couldn’t just stand there and watch him butcher someone. I was terrified. Every part of me was screaming to run or shout, but I knew the second I made a sound, he’d hear me. So I crawled back to the laundry room. Like a coward. Honestly? I’m still shocked he didn’t hear my legs shaking.”

“Levi…”

Levi shot McCullan a look that shut him up instantly.

“I hid in there and counted. One hundred. Five hundred. A thousand. Just to keep myself from falling apart. Then I heard footsteps out in the corridor. Dress shoes clicking on the floor. Just him walking down the hall alone. Like it was a perfectly normal day. And that sick bastard hadn’t even bothered to change. Still in those bloody scrubs like it meant nothing.”

She shuddered violently.

“You know what’s messed up? If he’d decided to grab a clean towel, I’d be dead right now.”

Levi hugged her arms around herself, squeezing until her knuckles went bone-white. Her skin had gone pale, drained of color, but she lifted her chin anyway, glaring into the dark like she was daring the hospital to throw something else at her.

“Anyway… once I was sure he was gone, I ran for the emergency exit. That’s when I found out it was locked too.”

Seojun’s voice was quiet. “And the person on the table?”

“I don’t know.”

She shook her head, auburn hair slipping down like a curtain across her face. When she spoke again, her voice had gone small.

“I couldn’t look. I was too scared. Too much of a coward. I didn’t want to see what he did to them. They had to be dead, right? The way it sounded—ribs cracking, and him just… pushing down on their chest, over and over…”

Levi pressed her gloved hands to her face. The words that followed were muffled but sharp.

“But what if they weren’t? What if they were still alive and I just… left them there? What if it was Mina?”

McCullan stepped forward and gently wrapped an arm around Levi’s trembling shoulders. This time, she didn’t push him off. She just sagged against him, face still buried in her hands. It wasn’t him making a move. It wasn’t even romantic. Just a clumsy, human attempt to offer comfort. And for once, Seojun watched as all of McCullan’s usual sleaze slipped away, replaced by something that actually resembled basic human decency.

The moment didn’t last. Levi pulled herself upright, scrubbing her face with the heel of her glove. Her eyes were dry, but red-rimmed, and when she spoke, her voice was hoarse but steady.

“I made it to the emergency exit near the laundry room. Figured the main stairs were a death trap. But here’s the thing—” She paused, fishing something from her overalls. “You need authentication to get through to the stairwell emergency exits. Every single one.”

“Authentication?”

Levi held up a laminated ID card. The same kind Seojun had seen swinging from the Nurse’s mangled neck.

“I thought I’d hit the jackpot when I found this. But now? I’m pretty sure that psycho Doctor left it there on purpose. It was just sitting on the emergency door handle like it was waiting for me. Like bait.”

She shoved the card back into her pocket, shoving her orange bangs out of her face with an impatient hand.

“But here’s the problem, this keycard only gets you into the stairwell. Not out. Doesn’t matter how many floors you climb if every door is locked.”

Seojun frowned. “What do you mean?”

Levi gestured around them. “Same setup as the main entrance doors on this floor. You can open the stairwell door just fine. But once you’re in, you’re stuck. Locked in a concrete stairwell with nowhere to go.”

Seojun remembered trying that exact same handle, how it rattled but never gave.

Levi tapped the pocket where she’d stashed the card. “Third floor was locked from the outside. Second was open. So I figured I’d try my luck down here and… well.”

“They were locked just like the rest,” Seojun finished for her.

“Exactly.” She swallowed hard, her throat visibly working. “So I went back up to the second floor to check the main stairs. That’s when I heard all hell breaking loose in the basement. Screams, crashing—whatever the hell you guys were doing. I wasn’t about to charge into that blind, so I found a room and waited it out.”

“You could’ve called me,” McCullan offered, creeping closer with that same kicked-puppy look.

Levi just rolled one shoulder, trying to ease out a knot in her neck. “With what phone? I dropped it somewhere on the fourth floor, probably while running from that butcher. Lucky I had the sense to turn it off before I completely lost signal. After that, I figured my best bet was to stay quiet and invisible.”

As she spoke, Seojun watched the tension slowly start to drain from her shoulders. She sagged against the door, letting her guard drop just a little.

“But Miss Levi, what about Kira? She was with Mina’s group. You didn’t think to go looking for her?”

“Drop the ‘Miss’ already,” Levi sighed, weariness slipping into her voice. “And of course I thought about her. But she’s not alone, right? There’s some new guy with them too? For all I know, he’s the traitor. I wasn’t about to stroll up to someone who might be working with the killer.”

She tapped her chest. “Besides, I was Mina’s secret surprise. No one else knew I was coming. You really think anyone was gonna believe some rando walking out of the shadows claiming she was part of the meetup?”

Her green eyes met Seojun’s dead-on. She wasn’t tall—he realized she probably had to tilt her head slightly to make direct eye contact—but there was nothing small about the intensity behind that stare.

“I was keeping my options open.”

Off to the side, McCullan muttered something about how he absolutely would’ve believed her, no questions asked.

Levi finally pushed herself off the cold metal doors and stood upright. She rubbed her arms briskly, and Seojun noticed the goosebumps rising along her shoulders. Her tank top and overalls offered little protection against the hospital’s chill.

Seojun, on the other hand, barely felt the cold. His mind was racing, clicking pieces into place.

A doctor who murders people.

The horrifying possibility he’d been trying to shove aside ever since that encounter with the Nurse was starting to feel unavoidable. The problem wasn’t that he didn’t understand what was going on. It was that he did. And the more he understood, the worse it got.

Brown’s ghost story came back to him now. tale about a deranged doctor who experimented on trespassers with help from a killer nurse. At the time, Seojun had written it off as standard haunted-hospital fare. Urban legend stuff.

But now?

Now there was a nurse with surgical blades for fingers, and a doctor in blood-soaked scrubs who carved people up like meat. Seojun’s face went pale. The more dots he connected, the more his stomach clenched like it was ready to mutiny.

Levi, oblivious to his growing dread, broke the silence with a dry, curious tone. “So. What the hell happened down in the basement? You guys made enough noise to wake the dead. I was half-expecting that doctor to come investigate.”

“We got attacked by a nurse. She’s… not human anymore,” Seojun said grimly.

“What do you mean, ‘not human’?”

Levi’s expression sharpened—green eyes narrowing into daggers, zero patience for nonsense. And here it was: the worst part. Trying to explain something completely insane while someone stared at you like you’d lost your mind. Seojun felt like a doomsday prophet, warning of horrors no one believed. He glanced at McCullan, silently begging for backup. But the guy was utterly useless, still angrily muttering under his breath about the guy named “Yon.”

Levi frowned. “Yon? What kind of name is that?”

Guess I’ll have to explain about Nurse Samantha on my own, then.

Seojun sighed. “Levi, I know how this is going to sound. But it’s the truth.”

He went through everything: how the Nurse had scalpels surgically attached to her hands and feet, the way she moved in those jerking, inhuman spasms, how she’d lunge toward any sound with savage intensity. And that everyone else was still trapped downstairs, hiding, trying to stay alive.

And finally, the one solid detail he had to offer. “Her ID badge said her name was Samantha.”

“This is… completely insane. But you’re not lying, are you?”

Levi’s fear was written all over her face, and she kept touching her fingers to her mouth as if trying to steady herself. There was shock in her eyes, sure, but Seojun caught something underneath it. Calculation. Her mind was already working through it.

“So that doctor I saw… he might not be human either? But he was definitely talking like he had accomplices. Human ones.”

“Was there a nurse in the room with him?”

“I… don’t know. I couldn’t focus on anything but him. What he was doing to that body—” Her voice faltered. “Everything else was a blur.”

“Don’t force it if it’s too much!” McCullan cut in quickly. All his earlier suspicion over Yon was gone, replaced by a new, protective instinct. “ You don’t have to remember every detail right now.”

“Hmm…”

Seojun wanted more details from Levi, but let it go for now. He was already running worst-case scenarios in his head. He’d never heard of ghosts or monsters teaming up with the living, but stranger things had happened. There were possessed people, cultists, idiots who made deals with inhuman forces. Nothing was off the table. He voiced his grim theory.

“This hospital has that urban legend about the crazy doctor who experimented on trespassers. Maybe he’s not just a story. Maybe he’s real and we’re trapped with the ghosts.”

So, to recap: they were trapped inside an abandoned hospital, being hunted by a Zombie-Ghost-Nurse, and a human-experimenting doctor who might be alive, a ghost, or something in between. And possibly—just to make things fun—human collaborators helping him do god knows what. It was the kind of hopeless mess that left you numb.

But Levi proved she wasn’t the type to wallow. She took a deep breath, her expression hardening into something fierce.

“Alright. I don’t know exactly what we’re up against, but I get the picture. So let’s kill the bastard.”

“Wait, what?”