Horror Nurses Novels & Stories

he spoke softly and calmly, but she continued to glare at him with eyes full of rage. "Why don't you disappear from my sight?" she screamed, "Your presence hurts me, and I can't stand looking at you anymore. I'm tired of having you as a damn shadow hovering over me!" A couple of nurses rushed in, alerted by the screams in the middle of the night. "Don't even think about getting close to me, or I'll kill both of you!" she opened her hand, gesturing them to stop, and her eyes were terrifying. "Take it easy, Lara. We won't come near you, alright? We just came to check if everything is okay," the nurse spoke, and the male nurse quickly left the room.

"I'd like her to come with me." "Alright," the nurse nodded, and they resumed their walk, the rubber soles of her tennis shoes squeaking on the shiny linoleum floors. The long, narrow, silently eerie hallway reminded Holly of a scene from a zombie movie; she half-expected a hoard of brainless, ghoulish nurses dressed in bloody scrubs to burst through one of the closed doors and mindlessly chase after them— "I've never met a real-life ballerina before," said the nurse, drawing Holly out of her macabre thoughts. "So, is it true that they starve you guys to death and work you like dogs?"

one of the nurses asked. "There's a monster in my room! Please help me! It's going to kill me!" she exclaimed, panic evident in her voice. The nurses gazed back at her, their expressions suggesting disbelief or perhaps thinking she was insane. They burst into laughter while shaking their heads. "I believe you're simply experiencing a nightmare, Miss. It would be best for you to return to your room and await a nurse to evaluate your condition," stated the nurse standing beside her. "No! I refuse to go back! Didn't any of you hear what I just said? There was a monster in my room that was going to kill me," she argued with determination. "There was a nurse who came to assess me but she suddenly

All eyes turned towards the door, with confusion. “What’s happening??” the innocent-looking girl, asked curiously as she pulled her teddy bear tighter. “Claire come here.” Her mother said to her, and she did. She wrapped her hand around her daughter, fearfully. “What the hell is going on out there?” … The nurse ran through the lobby and headed for the exit. Occasionally, she would throw some equipment at Carl, to slow him down a bit, thereby increasing her chance of escape. Soon, she ran through the exit but not without pushing another nurse, off to the side with brute force, which sent her breaking through one of the glass exit doors and going limp in her pool of blood.

It took four male nurses to restrain Grey from beating up a doctor when he opted to unplug the life support two days after. "Good morning Mr Grey!" Hannah the day nurse filled the room with her lively spirit. Her hand holding a bowl with soap and towels to her waist. "Morning Hannah is it time for her bath!?" Grey turned to her hoping to avoid a lecture. Hannah had been he's nurse when he was in that same bed, she held a happy spirit behind hospital scrubs and a dome of red hair. She had an angelic smile but Grey knew she can turn berserk in a split of a second.

His wrinkled face looked like it was crawling with countless wriggling worms. I shuddered and stepped back, whispering to Silvia, "Good thing I've got you. This place is terrifying." She snorted and suddenly shoved me forward, straight toward George. With an icy laugh, she said, "This pretty boy will make a great offering. You're going to love him." Before I could react, George gestured, and several eerie puppets stepped forward to pin me down and drain my blood. A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night.

“He ended me as I will end him!” Beth reeled at her words, grasping at the table next to the bed, the phone crashing to the floor. It made no sound to her perception. All she was aware of was the animated corpse before her, speaking words she had never imagined she would hear. Vaguely she became aware of someone next to her, pulling her out from wherever she was. “Nurse Collins? Are you allright?” Dr. Casper’s eyes were full of concern. “Yes…yes Dr. Casper. For a moment I just felt dizzy,” she lied, looking at the young man, resting, in the peaceful sleep of death.

The doors hissed open. And hell spilled out. A nurse, her scrubs drenched in blood, stumbled through the opening. She was missing a hand; a raw, jagged stump waved grotesquely in the air. Her face was a mask of agony and terror. She took two stumbling steps into the waiting room, her mouth open in a silent scream, before collapsing to the floor.

***** Back in 2022, two nurses tell Doctor Shawn that the two patients who sank into the sea with the other crew members have now woken up, but they became different personalities. A tall, slender, sweet-looking, blonde-haired nurse stepped into Doctor Shawn's room with his friend. Then after they arrived in front of the doctor's room, one of them knocked on the door. Doctor Shawn, who was relaxing in his room for a while, turned around and told them to come in. With steady steps, the two nurses opened the door to the room and entered. They walked over to the doctor, pulled up the chairs, then sat down facing doctor Shawn. "Emma, ​​Anne, what are you doing here? Is there anything you would l

Not when all she had to vomit into was a bedpan. Across the hall, hazmat suited nurses spoon fed the eight men, wiped them clean, and tried to encourage them back into the beds. Aislen watched their efforts as it was better than watching the zombies snuffling around their cages searching for anything that had spilled. “Why are you wearing the suits?” She asked the nurses, not really expecting an answer. She rose and crossed to the bars of her cage. The nurses’ protests were muffled within their masks as the men that they’d managed to get to lie down rose and walked towards the bars of their cage, standing and staring at Aislen.