Novel & Cerita Haunted Hospitals Stories

A MAN WHO DIES WITH VENGEANCE BECOMES AND STAYS A GHOST, UNLESS THE SOUL TAKES ITS REVENGE. ****** The next day morning Benjamin returned home like a psycho patient. His shirt was torn and hair disheveled. He was limping and threw stones on whoever approached him. Nobody knew where his wife was and what happened to her. But he was telling everyone to unlock the haunted mansion and release his wife who was laying there with no conscience. Amara was quiet disturbed learning her uncle's health status. She wanted to take him to a psychiatrist immediately but Lima stopped her. She was suspecting the worst and knew the inevitable was bound to happen in the very near future.

“Rumor has it that there’s a killer working in this hospital. Do you remember some months ago when a patient was raped by a masked person that seemed to know the in and out of this hospital very well? They couldn’t trace the person no matter what up till now. They said the DNAS left behind belonged to someone who had died 7 years ago. How creepy is that??” “I’m leaving this hospital and quitting this job by next tomorrow no matter what.” The raven-haired nurse said and stormed out. The ginger-haired one followed suit soon after but I was shocked into silence. I’ll be spending the night in a hospital that was notorious for unforgivable crimes.

The first week was chaos. Media descended on the hospital like locusts, drawn by the miracle of three hundred twenty-two coma patients waking simultaneously after years or decades of silence. News vans lined the streets, their satellite dishes pointed skyward like supplicants begging for answers. Reporters shouted questions at anyone who approached—doctors, nurses, family members, even patients too disoriented to understand what was happening.

ZANE: Hospitals have a smell that never leaves you. Antibiotics. Bleach. The faint metallic undercurrent of blood scrubbed from tile. It settles into your lungs and makes a home there, like it’s filing a lease agreement with your rib cage. I’d been in plenty of them before—pack disputes, construction accidents, the occasional alpha who thought his jaw was stronger than it was, but this one felt different. This one felt like judgment. “Sora.”

Kieran’s Point of View Hospitals are not sacred. They are necessary. Thresholds built of fluorescent light, antiseptic, and human refusal. They smell like fear that has learned manners and sound like endurance. Beneath every squeak of shoes and muffled sob behind a curtain is the quiet truth that brings me here again and again, not because I want to, but because I must. Souls gather in places like this, hovering at the edge of their own endings, waiting for a breath that does not come, waiting for permission they do not know they are seeking.

"Not every hospital does this. We shouldn't generalize. And the doctors themselves are still good people." Many people shared their own experiences online, as if they had finally found a common topic. Either way, I was confident that this incident would've struck fear into the hearts of certain people. With the light being shone upon such actions, the leeches hiding in the shadows had to scurry away.

"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.

“Helena said.” Some rooms looked as if they had not been used since the storm shut Havermouth down, others showed signs of hasty abandonment – bandage wrappings, food trays, medical equipment, beds with blankets tossed back. “It will take hours at this rate to search the hospital top to bottom,” Heath said to Talen. “I really don’t want to be here that long.” What else could they do, however? Heath saw the same thought on his vampire’s face. They could not leave until they knew that doing so would not be abandoning someone to a terrible fate.

I seat by her side in the ambulance, watching as the paramedics continued their tireless efforts to save her. The journey to the hospital feels like an eternity, each moment is filled with uncertainty and dread. I couldn't shake the feeling that our lives are hanging in the balance. The hospital's looming corridor becomes a beacon of hope, but it is also a stark reminder of the uphill battle that we are about to face. Once we arrive at the hospital, the medical team rushes Anastasia into the crowded chaos of the trauma unit. I am left in the sterile, fluorescent-lit waiting area, every ticking second begins to feel like an eternity.

I said, loud enough for the phone to catch it clearly. "Ah. Mira. I wondered if you were listening." Something in his tone shifted, almost pleasant, which made it worse. "I only ask because hospitals are such fragile places. Staffing changes, medication errors, security gaps. Terrible things happen in facilities like that every day, entirely by accident, of course." "If you touch her," I said, my voice shaking now despite every effort to keep it steady, "there will be nothing left of your protection that money or silence can fix."