A crying child
This story happened in one of our city hospitals. At that time I graduated from medical school, and I was sent to work there. They were happy to hire me because a few nurses had resigned recently. Before the event, about which I want to tell you, I’d been working for about two weeks, and that day was my attendance.
Usually we have 3 attendants: security guard, head of the department and nurse. The day started as usual. By the evening only three of us were left – our guard Tom, our head Mandy and me. We closed the doors , drank tea, you know, as usual. There were not so many patients, so we didn’t have much to do.
Our hospital is located on the city outskirts, it’s an old building of three storeys. All this happened when I decided to go see if everything was okay with our patients. When I went up to the second floor, in silence hospital I suddenly heard a child crying. I stopped. After listening to it, I realized that a baby was crying somewhere on the third floor, right next to me. I was anxious. I knew for sure that at that moment there was no child in the hospital, furthermore, the third floor was empty.
I went upstairs and looked around. In the gloom of the hallway I couldn’t see anything but baby’s crying was clearly coming from one of the wards. I went there and opened the door. There was someone on one of the beds, slowly swaying from side to side under the blanket and crying hysterically. "Hey!" - I said coming closer to the bed and holding out my hand. Waggling stopped, and I pulled the blanket abruptly. At the same moment the crying stopped, and there was no one under the blanket... empty ... with an open mouth, I started to back away, when I heard movement behind my back, and the door to the ward slammed. With a cry of surprise, I ran to the door and opened it. Quick footsteps could be heard in the hallway as if someone little was running away from the ward barefoot. I looked out into the corridor, and then laughter could be heard from the room behind me. I turned around, and noticed a little someone hiding under the bed. It was a child’s laughter. I swear!
Shocked, I ran out of the room and towards the stairs. Laughter and crying was coming from everywhere. Reaching the stairs, I turned around, and to my horror I saw that children were running towards the stairs along the hallway. They were of different ages. Running, crawling on all fours, on the walls and ceiling. The figures were moving in my direction, and they all were crying. I shrieked, leaned back, and fell. Falling down the stairs to the second floor and hissing from pain, I saw that no one was following me, and only somewhere on the third floor children's voices were heard .
"Caroline!" - it was Tom, he instantly ran up to me and helped up. "What happened?". "Children..." – that was the only thing I was able to say. Looking up, Tom said, "Let’s go downstairs. They won’t get you here. We need to talk." I obediently followed him to the first floor, and we went to our room, where Mandy was sitting. Giving me a mug of hot tea, she began her story. It turned out that not that long ago, about 3 years ago, there was a fire accident in the hospital. Then children's wing was on the third floor. The fire was very strong, and many children burned alive or suffocated in the smoke. Since then, after repairs, strange things started happening on the third floor. Staff and patients heard children footsteps in hallways and wards, they heard them laughing and crying. During the night little children ran on the third floor ... In general, they just stopped putting patients there because everything was fine on the other floors. But the staff began to leave. Recently everything had seemed to be quiet, and no one had seen ghosts, that’s why they decided not to tell me anything right away. As it can be seen, they should have.
Nevertheless, I no longer work there. It’s difficult to do your job with ghosts beside you. Now I work at another hospital, and everything’s fine here. But I still think about that terrible, full of suffering and torment crying of dead children that is heard somewhere in the dark corners of the third floor, on the outskirts of the city,...