Room 412's Haunting Presence

There was something off about Room 412. I walked in for vitals at 3 AM. The patient was

sitting upright, staring at the wall. Not blinking. I said his name twice.

Nothing. Then he whispered, the lights hum differently when they're watching. I checked his chart.

No psych history. Vitals were perfect. Too perfect. Heart rate exactly 60.

Every single time. I left and heard footsteps behind me. The hallway was

empty. I turned back to his room. He was standing at the door now,

smiling. You heard it too, didn't you? He tilted his head. The lights flickered.

When they came back on, he was in bed again. Eyes closed. Like nothing happened.