perhaps people, as wild-eyed and mindshot as we,

other explorers of the midnight hospital,

causing our fears unintentionally,

and experiencing their own terrors

as our footsteps and words are warped by

the lengthy liquid black corridors.
 
 

or a token drunk or two, burbling unknown

syllables in their intoxicated dreams.
 
 

Prof. Mangang mentions bats as a possibility.

for yes, we heard the movement of possible wings,

but large ones, a veritable cacaphony

at one point.

rushing at us with tremendous force.

The night was still, so the wind whipping through

the dank corridors was ruled out.

wings...