The Hospital That Was Waiting

Chilling encounters in a haunted mental hospital. They shut the hospital down without

warning. Patients left inside. Files burned, rooms sealed like graves.

I went in after midnight. The halls still smelled like antiseptic and rot.

Lights flickered above empty wheelchairs that had never been moved. In Ward

C, I heard whispering, not echoes, conversations happening all at once.

Voices arguing about who was still alive. I found patient rooms with restraints

torn loose from the walls, mirrors scratched until the glass was clouded with blood,

and charts still hanging at the foot of beds with today's date written in shaking