Haunted Hospital Story Mga Nobela at Kwento

After running on adrenaline for over an hour I found myself lying face up on a hospital bed in the middle of the night. The hospital room was silent aside from the sound of the air conditioning unit humming. The air smelled like sterile disinfectant and antiseptic. I always hated the smell of drugs, and if it were left to me, I wouldn’t want to stay in this hospital any longer, but I didn't have a say in this matter. This was my fault. I was the one who pulled up that crazy stunt that led to the haemorrhage. The door was pushed open, followed by a chatter, my gaze immediately shifted to Alaric, who just stepped in with Vera.

"Any fuçking hospital" he told the driver who immediately moved. * RICHARD'S PLACE, AN HOUR LATER* Richard was shaking with rage as he watched the news on tv. The psychiatric hospital with an underground section where human trafficking takes place. Cops are already surrounding the hospital, and there are about seven ambulances, carrying away the bodies of the shot guards. The helicopter field was shown on screen too, and he got madder when he didn't see the body of anybody from Terraverde.

While the rest of the pack was likely sitting around warm fires, clinking glasses, exchanging handmade gifts, and laughing over shared stories, I was here—pacing the lobby of Lunara Hospital like my entire world depended on what lay behind those double doors. My boots crunched softly against the thin layer of snow that had blown in with me earlier, and no matter how many times I flexed my fingers, they wouldn't stop twitching. My palms were damp despite the cold. My heart hadn’t stopped racing since the moment Hailey had called. Nervous was an understatement. I was scared. Hailey had stepped out not too long ago—said she was going home to grab food and finally inform our parents. I hadn't re

If this is one of Britney’s leftover traps, I’ll uncover it—before it destroys Richard all over again. The metallic door creaked open, releasing a faint smell of antiseptic and loneliness. The ward was quieter than Annabelle expected—eerily so. A handful of patients sat hunched over puzzles or stared blankly at the pale green walls. The flickering fluorescent light above added a nervous hum to the air. Hazel leaned closer, whispering, “Well, this feels straight out of a horror movie. All we need now is a creepy nurse with a syringe.” Annabelle shot her a warning look, though a ghost of a smile tugged at her lips. “Can we not?” she murmured. “I’m already on edge.”

"That child is more than a niece to you. You know that now, don't you? "I don't know anything anymore," she breathed. "I used to. I thought I could lie to the past long enough that it would forget me." She gazed out the window, speaking softly. "But it remembered." Manila Medical Haven – Records Department. The hospital itself hadn't altered in a decade and a half. The same blistering peeling paint. The same dim, flickering bulbs in the corridor. But something underneath was different now. As if the building had waited for them as well.

Each one a tidal wave I could barely keep at bay. The hospital, a stark white fortress against the gloomy evening sky, loomed ominously before us. As we stepped into its sterile confines, the scent of antiseptic and a slight undercurrent of human suffering permeated the air. I followed Boris through the maze of corridors, each one appearing more clinical and impersonal than the last. The hospital was swarming with people, yet a profound silence hung heavy in the atmosphere - a testament to the battles being fought behind closed doors. We stopped outside room 408. My heart pounded louder than ever as Boris knocked gently on the door before pushing it open slowly, a silent inquiry more than an

she called out and a young girl who looked a bit older than I was. “Yes ma’am,” she answered with her head bowed. “Take her with you, show her around and tell her everything she needs to know.” The woman said urging us to leave. I got up from the chair shaking as I followed Laura out. I found out that this hospital was private and belonged to the member of a mafia, it’s where people of the mafia came to get treated. I didn’t ask any questions, I just listened to everything she said.

"The patient was poisoned. If he isn't treated immediately, he'll die." "Only one rogue did it?" Rogues had never truly changed. They had tarnished our kind's reputation long ago. They were the reason humans considered us monsters. Their selfish actions continued to harm us, and they had yet to redeem themselves. "Maybe," Mathilda replied, unsure. It was past 2 in the afternoon when Mathilda finished giving me a tour of the hospital. The hospital consisted of four buildings, each housing various departments. All of them were 12 stories high.

I can't wallow in pain, I need to see my parents as soon as possible. “Dan, we are going to the hospital, and please do not ask me any questions until we get there.” “O…oh okay,” Daniel managed to answer. We arrived at Pecan hospital an hour later. The hospital was the biggest I've seen so far, which was built solely for Werewolf patients who couldn't heal after they had an accident. Immediately I rushed over to the reception where I saw a young lady in a white gown. “Please, may I know where Mrs. Victoria Baker and Mr. Austin Baker are admitted?” I asked anxiously. The nurse quickly went through the book and directed us to a room.

Hollis***** The sterile, whitewashed walls of the hospital loomed as I made my way through the dimly lit corridor. The muted beeping of machines and the soft murmurs of nurses felt suffocating, each sound dragging me closer to a place I wasn’t ready to face. My steps faltered as I reached the door to Hailey’s room. I stood there for a moment, my hand trembling on the handle. I didn’t know if I could go inside.