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Haunted Hospital

The Abyss of Desolation

By Abdul BasitPublished 11 months ago 3 min read
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Deep within the heart of the city stood an ancient hospital, its dilapidated facade cloaked in darkness. Once a place of healing, it had long since been abandoned, its halls now echoing with the haunting cries of forgotten souls. The locals whispered of its cursed past, warning others to steer clear of its ominous presence. They spoke of inexplicable phenomena and unspeakable horrors that lurked within its decaying walls.

One stormy night, Sarah, a young nurse with an insatiable curiosity, found herself drawn to the hospital's foreboding entrance. Ignoring the warnings, she ventured inside, the creaking doors closing ominously behind her. The air turned heavy with a sense of foreboding as she stepped into the desolate lobby, its flickering lights casting eerie shadows on the cracked linoleum floor.

Haunted by the whispers of the past, Sarah followed the dimly lit corridors. The walls seemed to breathe with unsettling energy, and the distant echoes of tortured screams resonated through the halls. The hospital's long-forgotten secrets seeped into her very being, arousing a mixture of fear and morbid curiosity.

As Sarah ventured deeper, she noticed strange symbols etched on the walls, arcane sigils that seemed to pulse with a malevolent force. The air grew colder, her breath forming mist before her eyes as if the hospital itself was alive and feeding off her trepidation. The flickering lights overhead cast a sickly glow, creating an otherworldly atmosphere.

Entering a room, Sarah was met with a chilling sight. In the flickering light, she saw apparitions of tormented patients, their gaunt faces contorted in eternal anguish. They reached out to her with spectral hands, pleading for release from their eternal suffering. Terrified, she stumbled backward, desperate to escape their ethereal grasp.

But the hospital's malevolence had other plans. The walls began to close in, the corridors shifting and warping as if rearranging themselves to trap Sarah within their suffocating embrace. Panic consumed her as she raced through the labyrinthine passages, each turn leading her further into the heart of darkness.

Rooms she had passed before now appeared twisted and distorted, their contents defying all logic. Medical equipment danced with a macabre elegance, while shadowy figures lurked in every corner, their glowing eyes fixated on her. The hospital was a twisted funhouse of horrors, distorting reality and preying on Sarah's sanity.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Sarah stumbled upon the hospital's forbidden basement. The stench of decay hung heavy in the air as she descended into the depths of the unknown. The sound of dripping water echoed in her ears, accompanying her footsteps as she navigated the murky abyss.

In the dim light, Sarah discovered a room adorned with occult symbols, its walls covered in faded bloodstains. A ritualistic altar stood at its center, surrounded by a circle of crumbling bones. Dread washed over her as she realized the true nature of the hospital's curse—a dark pact, sealed in blood, with forces beyond comprehension.

As if awakened by her presence, the room began to tremble. The symbols on the walls glowed with an unholy light, and the bones rattled in macabre unison. Sarah's heart pounded in her chest as the very fabric of reality unraveled before her eyes.

In a final act of desperation, she mustered the strength to break free from the hospital's clutches. Racing up the stairs, she burst through the doors, the storm outside raging with newfound fury. Gasping for breath, she stumbled into the rain-soaked street, the hospital's malevolence fading into the distance.

Years later, the hospital remains a forsaken monument to darkness, an abandoned realm where lost souls are forever trapped. Its legend lives on, a cautionary tale whispered by the locals—a reminder of the horrors that lie hidden in the shadows.

And to this day, Sarah, haunted by her encounter, bears the scars of her ordeal, forever marked by the hospital's touch. A constant reminder that some places are best left undisturbed and that the human desire for understanding can lead us down a path from which there is no return.

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Abdul Basit

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