Nurse Ann Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Anthony, sitting beside me, started to get a little antsy, but the sight of me sitting calmly in the waiting chair helped soothe his nerves. It was several hours later when the screams of pain were replaced by a single shriek that wasn't Hannah's. Then, the doors to the delivery room burst open, and several nurses came tumbling out in a panic. The nurse who had helped Hannah onto the stretcher was now sitting on the floor, looking absolutely terrified. Her hands were shaking uncontrollably as she kept muttering, "I-It's a ghoul! It's a freaking ghoul!"

Rogue threatens, rolling his wheelchair so the young nurse can properly get a good look in his eyes and see that he isn't joking around. The attention of the people around the waiting room, hallway and other bystanders turn to them and fear registers in the young nurse's eyes and she goes speechless. A much older nurse in her mid-forties walks over to meet them and Anthony and Rogue turn their attention as well to her. Anthony realises that he had also seen this nurse earlier and he moves to ask, "How is she?" "She's doing great, and I'm so sorry for her lack of professionalism, she is new here." She apologizes with an honest look on her face.

But I just did it successfully; I just eliminated it without a trace. **** Morea. When I said that this place is fucking creepy, I wasn't kidding. I don't understand what those doctors and healers keep in that cold infirmary in there and how the hell all this stuff went down, but out of nowhere, chaos erupted in the hallway. The nurses quickly dispersed as those creatures suddenly emerged from the infirmary where the patients were supposed to receive care. "They transformed," Carissa said as she trembled in panic. I took her hand and quickly pulled her away before any more of those creatures could catch us.

Pushing open the door, I stopped when I noticed who was sitting on the floor, backing away ever so cautiously. Well, what are the odds? It was her, that little nurse from the hospital. Her beautiful brown eyes were blown open in fear, and the only noise that occupied the space was her heavy breathing. Every time she scooted back I would match her with one step until her back finally hit the wall. Walking forward I crouched down, so I was on the same level as her. Tilting my head I offered her a smile. "Well well well, look what we have here..." I started.

I woke up, shouting loudly. I really felt scared and afraid. I mean, the last thing I remember was being on the field. Whitney’s humiliation. And then the balcony. Next, I see this creepy looking nurse looking at me. “Remain calm, dear. We’re not some kidney napping organization. I mean, even if we were, I won’t tell you anyway. But that’s not the point.” she strangely said. I could tell she was one of those sassy and expressive people, that made you had a good laugh.

he murmured, more to himself than to me. My stomach flipped so hard I thought I might faint. "H-hello…” I squeaked. Oh god. My voice sounded like a dying mouse. Matilda gave me a suspicious side-eye. “Wait. Annie… do you know him?” “No,” I said too quickly. “Yes— I mean, no, not really— I just—” Kill me now, please. Before I could embarrass myself any further, a nurse hurried toward us, carrying a document with a bright smile.

she croaked in a hoarse whisper. She tried to sit up, but her body refused to cooperate. Panic bubbled beneath the surface as her mind raced with questions. Was this the afterlife? No—it could not be. If this were heaven, why did everything hurt? Or was this already hell? "I'm finished," she murmured. Before she could think more, the door creaked open. A nurse entered, carrying a tray. Her steps faltered, and the moment their eyes met, the tray clattered to the floor. The nurse bolted out of the room and returned seconds later with a doctor in tow.

"A hospital… this is where the creepiest things happen! We're dead!" At the same time, my personal livestream screen flickered to life. A handful of sparse comments popped up. [Another batch of newbies. They won't last the first day.] [Classic old map, Saint Anna. 99% fatality rate. Can't wait to see the head nurse turn these newbies into pincushions again.] [What's with the girl in the hospital gown? She's white as a ghost. Is she an NPC?] The other players instinctively huddled together to discuss strategy, leaving me standing alone. In my hospital gown, with a face as pale as paper, I was dead weight—a obvious liability.

"Hey, what makes you say she can’t handle it? Has any other player managed to get information from a ghost?" "Think about this carefully. This woman is insane! She doesn’t think like an ordinary person." "Hate on her all you want! Well, I’m going to bet on the nurse surviving this till the end." "Can I go with you?" asked a young girl dressed as a student. Her name was Clarice Hayden. "We are screwed! Having to drag one insane person around is hard enough for Aaron, and now he has to manage two! Impossible!"

the Police Inspector asked the driver, who now desperately longed for a shot of vodka, or a stick of cigarette. The two nurses almost urinated on themselves due to the fear that had since overcome them. Never in their respective careers had either of them seen anything like this. The nurses tried to say something but the words simply got stuck in their throats. “I drove down here, went inside the hospital and called the people I met tin there…opening the rear door, she’d disappeared.” “That’s impossible,” the Police Inspector muttered. “Is she a ghost or what?” The driver could barely control himself as he implored the Police Inspector to go and see things for himself. Inspector Dazel Anari