Nurse Elise, young and anxious, steps out of her car, her breath visible in the chilly air. She clutches her bag tightly, glancing nervously at the looming structure before pushing open the squeaking entrance door.
"Just one night," she mutters, trying to reassure herself as she enters the dimly lit lobby.
Nurse Elise walks briskly, her footsteps echoing as she passes by darkened patient rooms. A sudden clatter from a nearby supply closet makes her jump, her heart racing.
"Is someone there? This isn't funny," her voice trembles, but no answer comes—only silence and the distant hum of machinery.
Dr. Harper, the graveyard shift doctor, enters, his face drawn and eyes wary. He glances at the monitors, frowning.
"If you hear or see anything strange tonight, just ignore it. It's probably nothing," he says, but his tone betrays unease.
Nurse Elise feels a chilling breeze brush her neck despite no open windows. She hears faint whispers echoing from the old surgical wing, growing louder with each step she takes toward them.
"Who’s there? Please, stop this!" Her plea is met with a cold, disembodied laugh reverberating through the corridor.
Dr. Harper appears, pale and sweating, clutching a worn-out hospital file. He grabs Nurse Elise's arm.
"We need to leave—now. This place is haunted by the ones who never made it out," he urges, fear etched in his voice.
Nurse Elise and Dr. Harper race through the lobby, chased by a cacophony of anguished screams and flickering apparitions. As they burst outside, the hospital falls silent, darkness swallowing their pursuers.
"Promise me I’ll never have to come back," Nurse Elise whispers, her voice trembling as they disappear into the rain-soaked night.
