Haunted Hospital Story Novels & Stories

It was the first time he had touched her since he left her room, and the contact was firm, grounded, and terrifyingly certain. "If he doesn't make it," Maxton said, his voice dropping into the lowest, most dangerous tone she had ever heard, "we won't just kill them.. We’ll burn their entire legacy to the ground." The SUV tore through a red light, the sirens of the police beginning to swell in the distance. The hospital building came into view. Raina felt the adrenaline surging through her. She touched the side of her waist instinctively to make sure that it was well hidden. She was ready to face whatever horror was waiting for them inside the hospital.

Richard's heart pounded as he stepped into the dilapidated hospital, the heavy metal door slamming shut behind him with a resounding clang. The eerie silence was broken only by the scurrying of unseen creatures in the shadows. He had heard whispers of the abandoned building's dark secrets, tales of supernatural occurrences and demonic possessions that sent shivers down his spine. Yet, here he was, drawn to the forbidden like a moth to a flame.

And why lycans? The hospital loomed ahead, a squat brick building lit up against the black sky. I screeched into the lot, tires squealing as I parked crooked across two spaces. I threw the door open, boots pounding the pavement as I ran inside. The lobby was in chaos, nurses were rushing here and there, security barking into radios. Dr. Hale met me at the desk, her face pale, her scrubs wrinkled. “Anything yet?” I demanded, my voice rough.

Thorne's deep black pupils exuded a murderous aura. After Thea left, Thorne stopped pretending to be sick. He quickly got out of bed and went to William's room. William stared at him blankly and asked, "You don't look well, what's wrong?" "The hospital had an incident," Thorne sat next to William, "The hospital was haunted, and if it wasn't resolved, Thea would have endless troubles." A trace of panic appeared on William's usually calm face as he asked, "What do you want to do?"

At the same time, he tugged Harvey’s sleeve when he whispered. “Call the cops, Harvey! It’ll be too late if you don’t…” Harvey completely ignored Simon, the angry crowd, and Amora, trying to cause trouble when he squinted at the girl. The Book of Changes had no problems. Normally speaking, the girl should have been awoken by then… While the wind was blowing in the room, Harvey suddenly realized something. The hospital was naturally haunted by ghosts. Those things would not just allow the girl to come back like that.

Vance asked. The elder woman shakes her head, "Unfortunately, no one was brave enough. Just the mere sight of the hospital scares the people. So no one dared to even think about entering there. All of us think that there's some sort of killer that's lurking inside that hospital and so that establishment remained standing even after all these years. No one dared to demolish it for some reason." I felt goosebumps all over my body as I listened to the elder. I exchanged glances with Vance, as well as our group members who seemed spooked by the story.

She wondered where he was off to, and left the human women to their little office, trailing her mate through the hallways of the hospital, up the stairs, and left. The hallway that they turned down had seen action during the occupation or the taking back of the hospital. There were bullet holes in the walls. The lights were mostly out, and those that worked flickered on and off with a tinny echo as the bulbs fought to glow. There were bloodstains on the floor, and scorch marks.

The hospital sat on the outskirts of town, right next to the woods, and though no one could have predicted it, the convergence of these two worlds — the twisted human suffering and the ancient, untouched land — awakened something that had long been dormant. The first signs were subtle at first. Strange noises, whispers in the wind, unexplainable happenings that were chalked up to the nervous energy surrounding the new hospital. But soon, patients began to vanish without a trace. Staff members saw strange shapes moving in the trees. And by the time the first reports of violent, unexplained deaths were sent out, the hospital was already overrun by whatever dark force had awakened in the forest

I had just finished handling my mother-in-law Margot Sinclair's death paperwork when Anastasia Ziegler arrived at the hospital morgue with Louis Foster. Louis looked at the row of morgue drawers and frowned. "Gabriel, even if Ana is the hospital director, you can't waste money like this. Just get the funeral over with—she was just an old woman. Don't you think it's a waste to use a morgue drawer for a bumpkin hag like your mom?"

I followed up with another stab, this time aimed directly at his heart. As the man collapsed, the boy also lost all strength and released his grip. In this massacre, only me, the old lady, and the little girl survived. The night sky was as black as an endless void, as if it were swallowing every soul. The three of us held each other tightly, waiting for dawn. “Ding-dong! It is now voting time. All patients, please gather at the church on the first floor within ten minutes!” Hand in hand, we stepped over corpses one by one and made our way to the church.