Haunted Hospitals Stories Novels & Stories

Except for a nurse's corner in the middle, there were neither lights nor windows in the corridors on both sides. At the end of the corridor, there existed the sole window. The whole hospital looked like a haunted house. The building was filled with the smell of disinfectant as well as a strange smell mixed in between. The nurse took us to the nurse's corner, took out a booklet, and asked, "Which one are you here to pay the renewal fees for?" "Renewal fees?" I was a little puzzled, "We're here to visit a patient." Hearing my words, the nurse suddenly looked up as if she had seen a ghost and asked, "Visit a patient?"

The cab driver’s pupils dilated and replied, “Bro, that’s the old Central Hospital in the deserted part of the city. It’s getting dark, so I wouldn’t want to go there if possible.” “Why not?” The cab driver answered exaggeratedly, “Because it’s haunted there!” “Haunted?” “Yeah. A few years ago, a patient was diagnosed with cancer there. Because it was such a blow to his mental state, he ignited the ward’s curtains and caused the entire hospital to burn down. That fire had killed more than ten people. Since then, the hospital has been abandoned until now, and every time the sun sets, you can hear people crying from there.” The car driver elaborated impressively. Tyr scoffed and simply took ou

Sometimes we break hearts not to break hearts, but then we end up with the same pain. Maybe one pain could be slightly greater than the other....Hunter The air was filled with the slightly creepy and sterile scent, that seemed to never stop plaguing hospitals. It was one of the reasons I disliked coming to hospitals so much. They practically had to drag me for checkups. Being in a hospital always seemed to act like a constant remainder of how fickle life could be. One moment you're alive and well, the next you could be confined to a bed, fighting for the right to live.

Her hair stood up again and she cried out in anger. "Stay away from me!" Hazel shouted in a big voice as if she wasn't the owner of it. A fluorescent light also broke near where she was after she shouted loudly. "She's been possessed by an evil spirit!" a man who's accompanying a patient there shouted. Fear gripped the hospital because of what the man said. Especially when Hazel stood up on the bed as her eyes were glaring over them.

Nakaramdam siya ng uhaw kaya nagdesisyon siyang bumaba. Nang nasa hagdan na siya ay nakaramdam siya na may dumaan sa ibaba. Tiningnan niya ito pero biglang nawala. Nang papasok na siya sa kusina ay naramdaman niyang may dumaan ulit sa likod niya. Paglingon niya ay wala na naman. Kailan pa naging haunted ang bahay ko eh kakagawa lang nito?

That I was sorry for being an ass. But when I opened my mouth, nothing came out. The hospital smelled like disinfectant and lavender, a scent I knew too well. A scent that dragged memories I had buried, back to the surface: my mother’s failing body, the machines beeping around her and her fragile hand in mine. Many years later and hospitals still felt like a graveyard. Claire and I sat side by side in the doctor’s office, waiting for our medical reports. Her hands were clasped tightly, trembling. She was terrified.

At Hazel's words, Roxanne and Anya fell silent. Both of them instinctively looked away. After a moment, they nodded. "Yeah." They had felt it too. There was something about this hospital—something almost unnatural. No matter where they went, it all led back to Evan. Memory didn't lie. Everything a person had lived through would return, reshaped and replayed right before their eyes. Hazel felt like she was losing her mind. An indescribable emotion swelled in her chest, heavy and suffocating.

" they chorused, their voices were literally shaking. I blinked, disbelieving what I'd just heard. Hospital? Did he...spare me? I quickly rubbed my hands on my face to be sure it's happening live or maybe I am dreaming or hallucinating. Before I could think too deeply, I was already in the hospital. The pack's hospital had a lot of patients suffering from one disease or another. Most of them also had terminal sickness. Because of that the hospital was jammed. As soon as we got to the hospital with Caelum's men, I was given preferential treatment and given a bed immediately, which was a surprise to the people who were in the hospital. The scent of antiseptic filled the air. My eyes squinted a

I was going to kill that man, I didn't know how it was going to happen, but that man needed to be dead, as he was putting everything at risk not dying I will not risk my throne for anyone I ran up the stairs, letting his body rot in there as I closed the compartment, without thinking, I drove to the hospital at a high speed, following my wife, I knew words had reached the pack with the way everyone was looking at the car Pulling up and stepped out and walked into the hospital rushing, the receptionist pointed to the door down the hall as she screamed at someone over the phone I had always hated hospitals, there was always a discomfort even if I have been alive for more than a century, I have

The hospital records room is buried in the basement. Dark. Dusty. Forgotten. The fluorescent lights flicker and hum like dying insects. The air smells like old paper and decay and secrets and lies and betrayal and stolen years and buried truths and hidden crimes and silenced voices and broken promises. The shelves stretch into shadows, crammed with decades of medical histories, admissions, and discharges. The silence is heavy. The weight is crushing. The past is alive. The truth is waiting. The answers are hiding. The guilty are watching. The innocent are crying. The truth is buried.