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Octagonal pavilion in the hospital

If speaking of octagonal Pavilion, many people will think of its shape, and then expand to the surrounding beautiful lake scenery, plus the warm sunshine, children playing shadow.

By Eamonn DaviesPublished 2 years ago 9 min read

If speaking of octagonal Pavilion, many people will think of its shape, and then expand to the surrounding beautiful lake scenery, plus the warm sunshine, children playing shadow.

If it is in the evening, the sunset brought out the lake sparkling light, a couple embracing in the lake, forming a silhouette in the charming sunset, it is even more intoxicating.

But what if the background were white and gloomy hospital buildings, with the shadows of the sick dragging past and the sound of the wind echoing with mournful groans? Is it creepy?

If you think so, what about the medical staff who spend all their time with them? The following story is about the medical staff and the octagonal pavilion.

Miss D, a beautiful angel in white, I had my eye on her after she crashed into my friend's crystal shop.

In addition to admiring the beauty, but also by the fear she has been stuck in the face to increase their curiosity.

This point was verified when she grasped my friend's hands tightly like a life-saving straw. Later, according to my friend, D's hands were very cold, not like ordinary women's hands, but a kind of cold. Experience told me that this girl hit evil.

After watching her buy some obsidian bracelets on my friend's recommendation, she sat down and began to tell us about what had happened to her.

Later, my friend told me that she had become the NTH medical staff member in the hospital to buy obsidian bracelets. Every year in the seventh lunar month, there were many customers in her shop who bought obsidian bracelets, and more than 70 percent of them were medical staff.

After drinking a cup of hot tea, Miss D's mood gradually stabilized. After a long time, she relaxed and began to talk in her heart.

"Y sister." Miss D clasped her hands over the paper cup. "The octagonal box at the hospital, I saw... See that."

My friend and I looked at each other. We both knew what I thought was a simple encounter with a ghost, but the result was unexpected and very dangerous.

Miss D said the octagonal pavilion was built before the hospital has been there, very early was selected as the city's cultural relics, according to legend was built to commemorate the Song Dynasty a famous official governance of the city, the people raised funds.

It was originally built in the old county government, but in the early years of the Republic of China, the government demolished the north corner of the old county government and gave up part of the land to build a hospital. Later, it has been preserved through the Anti-Japanese War and wenge until now, with a history of more than 100 years.

"I've been at the hospital for two years, and I've heard many stories about the pavilion since I started working there." Miss D paused and looked at us. "Some of the head nurses have warned us never to go to the octagonal pavilion when we are on duty at night, but in case we do go, we should keep our appearance in order, and never, ever look that way when we pass it. Every time I ask why, the head nurse always pushes me away."

Although the head nurse's mouth is very reliable, but there are many legends between the world, are groundless, there is a certain basis.

Many tales of the octagonal Pavilion have found their way into Miss D's ears.

The first legends from her colleague said to her, saying her colleagues on duty one night in was fixed at the back of the inpatient, the night ward round, it's her turn to walk the dark corridor on the 4th floor, she suddenly felt a little tinnitus, then the mixed ambiguously hear some voices, men and women, old, less is don't understand what they were saying.

The floor of the whole corridor vibrates slightly, as if many people are walking at the same time.

Somehow she peered through the Windows of the corridor at the octagonal pavilion. Clusters of white, speckled mists were fluttering around it like flies, and the octagonal pavilion glowed faintly in the darkness, like candles, and was particularly eerie. Her co-worker was so scared that she passed out crying on the spot and fell ill when she got home.

Another was heard by Miss D herself in the inpatient ward.

With the exception of the intensive care unit (also known as the "ICU"), which is a single room, the other wards are basically shared by several patients.

That time Miss D was helping a car accident victim to change clothes, she saw the injured man's eyes were always staring out of the window at the octagonal kiosk.

"Nurse sister." His head turned mechanically and gave Miss D a blank look. "Am I going to die a horrible death?"

D was frightened by the condition of the injured man and forced a smile to comfort him, saying, "Don't talk like that. Your injury is very minor. Maybe you will be discharged next week."

"But," said the wounded lightly, turning to look out the window again at the octagonal pavilion, "I saw one last night that I ran out."

His answer startled everyone present, including the other patients in the room.

D's smile stiffens. "What do you mean 'one me'?" The other patients all looked at the wounded man at the same time.

"To see a man exactly like himself running to that booth." Say that finish, that wounded person did not say again go on, just lie on sickbed side head, continue to look at that octagonal pavilion. D immediately changed the medicine and left the ward in a hurry.

According to the record of "The Eighth Admiring Product of Yama" in the Original Wish Sutra of Ktigarbodhisattva:

"Yan Futi (the human world), a good person, at the end of his life, there are thousands of evil spirits, or become parents, or even family members, to lead the dead to the evil way. How much more the originator of evil!" And folk saying, if a person sees another self, it means that the three souls of the subject have begun to disperse, to put it bluntly, it is not far from death. Although in our society, "son not language strange force chaos god" often hang in the mouth, but in fact the public still have "to ghosts and gods at a distance" practice, a lot of things afraid of what to offend, especially about their own shou yuan.

The story continues to go back to D, one night after the injured said that sentence, his condition suddenly turned to critical, D and the doctor under the leadership of the head nurse on duty rushed to the ward for the injured first aid, cardiac injection, cardiopulmonary resuscitation have tried, but the injured still died.

D looked at the victim's eyes turning white and his face black from lack of oxygen, as if he was full of resentment. Just then, out of the corner of D's eye, he saw a dark figure of a man standing at the end of the bed passing by, which frightened D speechless.

The head nurse seemed to know something and patted D on the back with her hand. With her eyes, she told her to pretend that she could not see anything and leave quickly.

D also realized that she was not the only one who had seen the scene just now, but also the head nurse should have known something. She hurriedly packed up the emergency equipment and left the ward, and she did not inquire about other things.

After this experience, the octagonal pavilion makes her feel even more afraid, every time she passes the octagonal pavilion, she will say "Nanmu Amitabha Buddha" trotted by, but for her, the most horrible thing is yet to come.

After a cup of hot tea, D took a deep breath, tried to relax, and began to tell us the story of what was really happening to her.

Things happen in her to my friend crystal shop the day before yesterday night, the night she and a new colleague on duty, there is a patient at the hospital that night, she suddenly deteriorated, D and other colleagues took a lot of energy to make a stable condition, after the work, D and the new colleagues back to the front desk at rest, the front desk a meter, under the blank about 20 cm, It faced a whole row of wards through which ran a narrow corridor.

The night in the hospital was particularly bleak and cold. The clock ran to 2 a.m. D, who could not help but feel drowsy, told his colleague to wake her up half an hour later to go round the room. After that, she fell asleep lying on the side of the service desk.

Half asleep, she saw a pair of small feet in red embroidered shoes in the space of the service desk. Above the feet, something like the hem of a qipao floated in the wind.

D habitually assumed that a patient had come to inquire at the reception desk, so he rubbed his eyes and sat up, ready to say, "How can I help you?" There was no one standing at the front desk.

D immediately realized that she had hit a ghost, she quickly pretended to be nothing to continue to lie down to the edge of the service desk, a bow, she saw the feet wearing red embroidered shoes.

D suddenly cold sweat straight drop, after a few minutes, the feet knelt down, suddenly appeared at the same time also hold grope about on the ground hands, feeling is "people" on the ground, but also to see the "people" hair hanging down, feeling is looking for something, the "people" as if ready to slowly through the service desk blank peep D, D afraid with the "people" on, Then he quickly closed his eyes and kept saying "Namo Amitabha Buddha". Before you know it, her colleague shakes D awake.

"Did you just see a woman lying prone at the front desk?" "D asked in horror, but her colleague replied with a puzzled look that there was no one at all. Just then, out of the corner of her right eye, D caught a glimpse of what looked like a large, unkempt ball of wool appearing at the desk, but her intuition told D that it was a floating head staring back at them.

And then, D in the fear of the death of the night, really let her feel what is called "seconds like years".

The next day, she learned from the colleague who took over that the "woman" had basically been seen by all the nurses on duty, sometimes in the inpatient department, but mostly in the octagonal pavilion, as for what the "woman" was looking for, but it was always a mystery.

But the whole hospital all the medical staff "talk about 'pavilion' color change".

After listening to these stories, my friends and I can not help but gasp.

Is that octagonal pavilion why can gather so many ghosts, but always make me curious.

Later, the scope of the hospital was included in the old city reconstruction plan to revive the old fucheng. In the process of removing the octagonal pavilion, it was found that there was an ancient well underneath.

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Eamonn Davies

An avid lover of stories about ghosts and legends, I love the thrill of having my bones tingle! I hope you enjoy my story.

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