Novel & Cerita Haunted Hospitals Stories

And yes, she is there in some of my shots. Do you believe in ghosts? I guess I do now... ++++++++++++ Female Spirit Story #1: Lamentations Good evening to everyone! So far, I’ve been amazed by all your stories, so let me try and tell my tale to you guys. This one happened to me for real, and it occurred way back in 2010. It was in a toilet in a specific hospital in a certain city which I will not name. I was hospitalized that year because I gave birth to my second baby. It was my second day there at the time, and I wasn’t comfortable even during my first day's stay.

I offered, hoping Eden was up to the idea. Hospitals had always given me the creeps, even more after the attack happened. It had been a couple of years, ten to be precise, but who’s counting, and this place still made me uneasy. If it was up to me, I did my best to get out as soon as possible. If I didn’t, the night always turned into a vicious cycle of tormentful nightmares and flashbacks.

I hate hospitals. The first memory I have of a hospital is when I had to enter one with my mother. She had been chronically depressed for weeks and no one had been around to notice when she stopped eating. She didn't notice either. She just stopped, and then one day she collapsed from dehydration and malnutrition. The doctors had to keep her here for a week, and for that week I saw her sit in the bed and look at the door, waiting for someone that was never going to come.

Some of them from Mrs Chang and others from Niklaus. We arrived at the hospital ten minutes later. I hated hospitals. I had never been a fan of seeing blood or sick people or the weird medicine smell that revolved around hospitals. Hospitals reminded me of death and how vulnerable we humans were. Reminded me that even if people were saved in these clean halls, a lot of people had died here too. I thought I would never have to visit another hospital for months after bringing Benny's dad to one and somehow here I was. I rushed straight to the medical receptionist lady talking with another nurse. I desperately asked about Micheal Gibbins before I felt a hand tap my shoulder,

Clara asked, looking concerned. "I understand, and I apologize for that. However, it's not the hospital's fault. Strange things are happening, my angel. Some peculiar patients are being brought in, and it seems they were bitten by a strange kind of animal. We lost all of them who were rushed in. They were in immense pain until they finally stopped fighting. It was horrific, truly. Their eyes, I can't forget those eyes. They were bulging out of their sockets, all of them. It was as if they had witnessed something they were not meant to see, something terribly frightening that has left them in a state of immense fear. I can't explain it, but something is actually killing these people out there

she hissed angrily. They arrived at an abandoned hospital in the middle of nowhere, kilometers away from the main road of the city. Coos of the birds nested from the tall old Oak trees made the dark forest even more terrifying. The place was infamous because of the crazy stories about ghosts haunting people who dared to come there. Hence, a perfect location for their business.

The sterile scent of antiseptic hung heavy in the air, a constant reminder of the fragility of life. The rhythmic beeping of machines, the hushed whispers of nurses, and the muffled sobs of worried families created a symphony of sorrow that echoed through the hospital wing. It was a place of healing, but also a place of heartbreak, a place where hope and despair danced a delicate, precarious waltz.

“I didn’t want to ask him outright about Veronica, so I pretended that I was studying Media and Trauma, and needed to ask him some questions about the hospital. I said he’d taken care of my Gran – I was worried that he’d ask me more about who I was, or how I knew who he was, and I needed a cover story – but he was so, well, so distraught, that he just nodded and said I could ask him whatever I liked. “I described the paper I was supposedly writing – one about mysterious incidents in hospitals, things that couldn’t be explained. He said that one day, a little while ago, now, there was a day where there were no admissions. None whatsoever, in a busy hospital that caters to lots of surrounding

"I was a journalist. Our plan from the beginning was to work on this case together secretly. When he suddenly lost contact, I realized our plan was exposed, so I decided to fake an illness and get hospitalized so I could find him from the inside. "The people at the hospital began to double down around that point. Aside from organ harvesting, they began to conduct human experiments. All 300 patients, children, the elderly, men, and women were killed in these experiments. "Did you see the IV ghost? He also stumbled upon evidence of the hospital’s illegal practices. They ended up silencing him by tampering with his IV medicine. "Even after our deaths, our souls could not be put to rest. We ling

The hot touch of his palm threatened to leave a mark on her wrist. Anathea wanted to pull away, but he gripped her tightly. She frowned. "Let go of me…" "Shh." He put a finger to his lips and drawled meaningfully as if in warning, "Don't attract them now." "Them"? Anathea felt a chill run up her spine, for she had heard that a hospital was one of the most haunted places, especially at late night or in the wee hours of the morning. She closed her eyes and did not try to pull away from Gregory again. Instead, she allowed him to lead her toward Adam's room.