Horror Nurses Novels & Stories

A nurse quickly inserted an IV, while another began cutting away Emilia's blood-soaked clothes. "Report!" the doctor demanded. "Patient's identity: Unknown. Car accident. Multiple lacerations. Head injury suspected," a nurse replied. "Get imaging ready. We need to locate the source of the injury," the doctor instructed. The team worked with precision, their movements swift and synchronized. Emilia's life hung in the balance. Every second counted. *** *The Haunting Dream* She lay in bed, her eyelids fluttering shut as exhaustion claimed her. But sleep brought no peace. Instead, visions assaulted her mind like flashes of lightning.

She hesitated, her eyes darting to the empty hallway behind me before she finally exhaled, “Room number one in Oak Ward, sir. Turn right, it’s the door at the very end.” “Thanks,” I was about to head in the direction she’d pointed out when something made me pause. I turned back and found the nurse still standing there, watching me with that same timid, fearful look in her eyes. A cold realization settled over me. She couldn’t possibly be this terrified for no reason. “Why are you frightened?” I asked, studying her face. “Is it because of the number of injured pack members brought in tonight? How are they? Is it that bad?"

”They get better because everyone here does their best to make them better. It’s a group effort.” Bernard shakes his head, “Yeah, everyone does their part, but look at that man over there, the one only you would go near because the blood on him scared everyone else away?” I don’t have to be reminded. I could see guts, and blood. Internal organs and so much blood. None of the other nurses could stand it. Most of them are female and while not all of them are squeamish at the sight of blood, I think even the strongest of them have a fear of the sight of suffering.

A nurse expressed her distaste after recalling the horrible face she saw when Portia was hospitalized. "Ahh, don't bring that up again. I don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight." "Reminds me of the horror film Jeepers Creepers." "Hahaha, girl, you are truly too much!" "It can't be helped." The nurses completely disregarded Portia, who was losing her wits in her bed, and they didn't notice when a shadow passed them by and proceeded right to Portia's room due to their ignorance and lack of care. Only minutes later, when they heard a loud scream that they couldn't ignore even if they tried, did they panic and run into the room?

In a nice voice I reply “Just had the scariest nightmare of my life. Why are you awake at 2 in the morning?” If I had of called anyone else, they would have ripped my head off for calling at such an ungodly hour. “Oh, you poor baby, its okay it was just a nightmare.” She purrs. There’s a short pause before she says “Aaron is over and we are watching horror movies, my

It’s impossible both of them can wake up from their unconsciousness for a little while and pinch me, is it? “What’s happening? You were so naughty and mischievous a moment before. Why is your face so pale at the moment? Why do you look so afraid at the moment?” asked the third nurse frowning her forehead. The third nurse looked somewhat more senior than the first and the second nurses. “Nothing…” replied the second nurse feeling somewhat jumpy and afraid. The first nurse also approached her two colleagues, wanting to know what had just happened. “What’s happened?” she asked. “Nothing… Really… Nothing…” The second nurse tried to comfort and encourage herself that nothing had really happened.

I stiffened, whipping my head toward the door as the sound of frenzied footsteps echoed down the corridor. Ryan stood beside me, alert, eyes narrowed. “What the hell is happening?” Before I could respond, the door burst open and a nurse stumbled in. Her scrubs were stained, her hands shaking. The moment her eyes met mine, her face turned white as death. Her lips trembled, and she looked like she’d seen a ghost. I stepped forward, voice firm. “What’s going on?” She didn’t answer. Didn’t speak. She just kept trembling like a leaf in a storm, eyes wide, mouth slightly parted.

The old nurse helped me get into the gown properly but as she did, the bandage applied on my shoulder fell off and the scary looking marks became visible. The old nurse gasped out loudly and jerked away from me in fright. "I know." I said. "It's a very scary mark. Who did this to me?" I asked. The nurse's eyes were wide open In horror and it was obvious that she was dumbstruck by the marks. "Is it that bad?" I asked. She walked over to the room's door and shut it, she also hurried to the window and shut the blinds. "Hillary, this is a disaster."

She let out an exasperated sigh and muttered to herself, "These people never listen to the nurse." With a mix of pain and fear, Rithanya carefully lowered herself into the wheelchair. The nurse, showing no signs of empathy, pushed her through the chaotic hallway towards the examination room. Rithanya's unease grew with each passing moment. She felt paranoid, as if she were navigating a nightmare. Along the hallway, she spotted sick patients lying on the floor, adding to her sense of dread. It appeared that many of them had suffered severe burns, likely in a fire accident. The sight was enough to make Rithanya's stomach churn, and she felt a wave of nausea wash over her. As her anxiety peaked

He gripped the handrail so hard his knuckles turned white. "You don't understand," he hissed, his voice trembling with a terror he couldn't suppress. "B3... that’s the morgue. No one is alive down there." "She’s just a girl, Aris," the nurse argued, stepping closer to him. Her shadow seemed to stretch long and jagged against the back of the elevator. "Maybe she wandered down. We can't just leave her in the dark."