Haunted Hospitals Stories Novels & Stories

He rested his elbows on his knees, staring at the floor before lifting his gaze back to me. “There’s something in that hospital,” he said. I blinked. “Come again?” He nodded once, firm. I blinked again, slower this time. “What are you saying?” He went quiet. I watched his jaw tighten, watched the muscle jump there like he was clenching his teeth to hold something back. For several seconds, the room was silent except for the faint ticking of the clock on the wall. Then he sighed. Deep and heavy. “I’m saying that hospital is haunted, Doctor Hale,” he said.

he said, storming off and leaving me alone in the hospital. Oh, god... They say hospitals are like haunted places in every country, like a cemetery where the living and the dying coexist. What if I encounter ghosts? Golly, I have to run now! As loud as I can! I shouted after Harley. "I will damn well kill you if I catch up to you! How dare you leave me in the hospital?" I muttered angrily. As I ran away from the hospital, I overheard a conversation about the three men that Harley had mentioned earlier.

He said nothing more and kept watching the two women below. “Ehhh! So, what will you do…..ahhhh!” Diane staggered as Rose’s hand landed across her face. “For embarrassing my daughter in her husband’s house,” Rose hissed. Another slap echoed through the hall. Nurses and doctors nearby froze in shock. There was never peace whenever psychos were involved. The hospital used to be a quiet and peaceful place, but now it has turned into a cinema. Many people stopped by, and some even chose their favourite and prayed for their favourite to win the fight.

I whispered the words again, hoping somehow our bond could still hear. *** When I got to the hospital, the parking lot was full of news vans and police cars. Reporters were standing outside the hospital. They shouted questions at me. "Captain Bennett!" "Do you have something to say?" "Were you talking to Adrian Cross before the accident?" I ignored them. I walked into the hospital through a side door. The hospital was quiet. Nurses were walking quickly. Doctors were talking outside the rooms. The air reeked of disinfectant. I'd been in hospitals before because of hockey injuries, but this place felt different. It felt like death was waiting behind every door.

A few days later, Nicky had a medical episode and was rushed to the hospital. Adeline hovered over him, tending to his every need. "Adeline, my condition is getting worse," he said weakly. "Does Samuel really not want to save me?" Watching Nicky put on this pathetic act, I felt nothing but disgust. Sure, his illness was rare—and there weren't many doctors in the country who could treat it besides me. But it was never this severe.

As if she doesn't think that talking to him is necessary. Vasquez can feel the cold shoulder on her expression. Of course, she doesn't want to trust him anymore. He is the one who hurt her the most. Driving fast, They reached the hospital, but things turned very hard and traumatizing for Leona when she looked at those doctors wearing white aprons. The distinct scent of the hospital is antiseptic and mixed with soap and clearer. The patients and other things, everything is traumatizing her badly. The flashbacks of her being under the knife earlier keep playing inside her head. It's terrible and suffocating to death.

Chapter One Hundred And Fifty Eight Author’s POV Zara's voice echoed through the sterile hospital room, a piercing cry that cut through the otherwise hushed atmosphere. She clutched the hospital bed's rails, her knuckles turning white as she gasped for breath. Alexander, a mixture of anxiety and determination etched across his face, stood by her side, holding her trembling hand. The fluorescent lights overhead seemed too harsh for such an intimate moment. The doctors and nurses hurried around, their voices a symphony of reassurance and efficiency. They'd seen this countless times, but for Zara and Alexander, it was an entirely new and terrifying experience.

The hospital was colder than Raja expected. Too white and too sterile. The scent of antiseptic seems to clung desperately to his skin, mixing with the dried blood in his body. He hadn’t moved from his spot beside the bed since the doctors had taken Tales in. He will not leave. Not until Tales opened his eyes. If Tales were to... No. That can't happen. It shouldn't happen or else he'll really follow him to hell. When he had first stormed into the emergency room, carrying Tales’ limp, bloody body in his arms, the entire hospital had gone silent as if the scene they're witnessing straight out of the movies. The nurses had frozen in place, their eyes widening as they took in his disheveled state

"I'm not sure of the one you talk about, but please come with me; I can show you where all the females are." As she led me to one of the rooms, I held on to a breath in anticipation with every step I took through the hallway. I felt nauseated, and I tried to resist the urge to throw up. The last time I was in a hospital was when my father was sick. Every hospital reminded me of the horrible way a doctor had threatened not to treat my dad because I refused to give in to him. He had tried to touch me inappropriately one afternoon, and I slapped him on the face, angrily. I threatened to report him to the cops, and he told me he wouldn't treat my dad if I tried to. I was so furious that I cursed

When he doesn't find it he leaves, unintentionally giving me time with my dark thoughts. I agreed to see a doctor merely for his piece of mind but I hate hospitals, and I don't trust doctors either. Doctors are great, but they couldn't save the two people I needed them to, they left me high and dry in a desert. My faith in hospitals and healthcare providers perished when I walked into a room with a little girl in my tummy and walked out empty-handed. I also strolled in holding Dad's hand and returned without him, that's when my trauma cropped up.