Lucky number

"There was only one rule: don’t open the door.”

That was what I took away from my first day at what should have been a dream job. It was simple enough to do the job, the pay was ok and it wasnt far from home. There was just a strange atmosphere.

I accepted the instruction regarding the door, but if I asked anyone why I couldn't open it my colleagues ignored me or turned away and left me standing. Each other door we passed had a notice on it saying what it contained, laundry and telecom room among others.

I was sure it wasn't just me who wondered what was behind it, though if nobody else knew why were they blanking me.

I looked at my security pass, it gave my name, my employee number and it said access all areas. I decided that included the corridor and the door. My pass number was 12, i worked with only 9 others so two more must have moved on.

A voice in the back of my head whispered, "maybe they got nosy"

I replied, "i,m still going to see!"

Luckily nobody was listening as I realised I had commented out loud.

The corridor was hospital grey with black doors. I passed the medical room and reached my target. I tried the door, as soon as it moved a voice inside screamed "no"

"What's happening, let me help you?"

The person pushed back and the door clicked as if locked. Then I looked down and saw a blooded plastic card come from under the door. I bent to pick it up, turned it over and was shocked to see a name and number. The number was 11.