Romans & histoires Horror Nurses

The men turned to look at who she was referring to, and immediately, their batons fell from their hands in shock, and they lay down flat, their faces on the ground, legs and hands stretched. “We are sorry, master.” The werewolves shouted one after the other. The nurse’s eyes widened. Brynn thought that since Aurora was in good hands in the hospital, as the hospital had some of the best doctors in the world, and the hospital belonged to him. He wanted to teach this nurse a lesson; his hands were crossed, and he gave her a dead stare. A very elderly woman who was escorted out of a ward by a nurse saw men in black holding the nurse,

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.

As their conversation going on a sound came from behing of a cupboard in the restroom . " Humm there is someone else eaves dropping here ." excalimed Damon . " It can be a cat or some animal ." said Davina . " Oh really come out then kitty ,if i reach there you'll be dead ." exclaimed Damon looking at the cupboard .then a middle aged nurse came out of the copboard looking scared and shivering . " here comes your kitty ." muttered Damon glaring at Davina . " Please let me go ... please let go me ...i won't tell anyone anything ,...please don't hurt ...me please ." stuttered the nurse .

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.

"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

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.

Last night I was so scared that just hearing his footsteps made me shudder to the bone. Actually, who is that man? Why do strange things always haunt me? I should go to a witch rather than a psychiatrist. Shamans know better why I have constant bad luck. A male nurse came into the ward with the equipment he used to give me medicine. He glanced up with a strange look crossing his eyes. “Why do you come alone? Aren’t there other nurses who will accompany you?” I asked suspiciously. “I was assigned alone,” He replied while taking a syringe.

After a while, He wondered why the nurse was too quiet and hadn't said anything l. He gasped, and moved backwards on the floor in shock, as he sees the nurse levitating off the ground by an arm that gripped her throat. With mouth wide open he traced the black sand to the ground and spotted a shadowy figure of a boy a few feet away. The hand released the poor nurse and disappeared into the ground. Instincts warned him not to get close to the nurse's body, so he stood up and slowly backed away from her. Suddenly, the nurse's body shaped violently, he kept walking backwards on till his feet mistakenly broke a twig that was lying on the ground. She turned her head in his direction and revealed h