3 Very Chilling TRUE Hospital Horror Stories | Mr. Night Scares

in 2024 I was just 13 years old it was a quiet Friday evening and I was sitting on the couch in our living room watching an old rerun of some cartoon I didn't really care about the sound of rain tapping against the windows filled the house blending with the hum of the TV my mom was upstairs in the bathroom getting ready for bed she always took her time and I knew better than to bother her during her routine a sudden knock at the front door broke the peaceful monotony of the night it wasn't loud or

aggressive but it was enough to startle me I hesitated staring at the door who would visit us this late I got up my feet dragging against the carpet as I moved toward the door peeking through the peephole I saw a familiar face Mr Dalvin my dad's old friend his gray hair was damp from the rain and his expression was grave my chest tightened something wasn't right I opened the door hi Mr Dalvin I said my voice shaky Hey kid he replied his voice low and serious I I need to talk to your mom your dad

he's been in an accident he's in the hospital my stomach dropped wait here I mumbled bolting upstairs to get my mom I called out to her barely able to form the words she rushed out of the bathroom still wrapping her robe around herself and hurried down to to meet Mr Dalvin I stood at the top of the stairs watching as he explained everything to her she gasped covering her mouth with one hand minutes later we were in Mr dalvin's car speeding through the rain slick streets toward the hospital the whole ride my mom kept asking

questions but his answers were short all I could gather was that my dad's condition was serious and he was still in surgery my hands gripped the seat belt tightly my heart pounding when we arrived at the Hospital the sterile smell of antiseptic hit me immediately the lights were too bright the walls too white nurses and doctors moved quickly through the Halls their faces set in expressions of focus we were directed to a waiting area outside the operating theater my mom sat down clutching her purse her face pale and tense I sat beside her feeling completely

out of place the clock on the wall seemed to tick louder with every passing second around 1:00 a.m. exhaustion took over my mom's head was nodding as she fought to stay awake I on the other hand was Restless sitting still felt impossible so I decided to explore the hospital I'll just walk around a bit I told her she barely responded lost in her worry the hallways of the hospital were dimly lit and eerily quiet at that hour the further I wandered the less familiar everything became it was like the walls stretched endlessly every turn leading

to another identical Corridor my sneakers squeaked against the tiled floor floor the only sound breaking the silence then I felt it a presence someone was behind me I turned my head just enough to catch a glimpse a man stood at the end of the hallway his silhouette barely visible under the faint glow of the overhead lights he wasn't moving just standing there watching me my breath quickened I kept walking quickening my Pace hoping I was imagining things but when I glanced back again he was closer my heart thudded in my chest as I tried to

remember the way back to the waiting area but every hallway looked the same Panic set in as I realized I was lost up ahead I noticed the door slightly ajar without thinking I slipped inside and quietly shut the door behind me my eyes adjusted to the dim room and I realized where I was rows of metal drawers lined the walls each one labeled with a small tag a cold chill settled over me I didn't know much about hospitals but even at 13 I understood where I was the more I backed away from the drawers my

breath coming in short gasps my mind raced trying to make sense of what was happening then a loud knock shattered the silence I froze staring at the door the knock came again but this time I realized it wasn't coming from the door it was coming from one of the drawers my legs felt like they were glued to the floor as I stared at the row of metal compartments the knock sounded again louder this time my hands trembled as I reached for the handle of the drawer just as I was about to open it a voice

behind me made me jump Hey kid what are you doing here I spun around to see a man in a white coat a doctor his face was Stern but his eyes held a hint of curiosity there there was a knock I stammered pointing at the drawer he raised an eyebrow a knock from a morg drawer he didn't wait for my answer before stepping past me and opening the drawers one by one I watched in horror as each drawer revealed what I already feared pale lifeless bodies my stomach churned and I took a step back unable

to process what I was seeing see nothing here but the deceased the doctor said his tone dismissive but before I could respond I heard a sound that made my blood run cold footsteps slow deliberate footsteps outside the room I turned toward the door my heart racing the footsteps stopped and the door creaked open slightly standing there was the same man who had been following me his face was shadowed but his intent was clear the man's footsteps echoed behind me as I ran my lungs burning with every breath I turned Corner after Corner hoping to lose

him but the endless hallways seemed to loop back on themselves just when I thought I couldn't run anymore I heard a familiar voice honey where are you it was my mom her voice was like a Lifeline pulling me out of the nightmare I sprinted toward the sound tears streaming down my face when I reached her I collapsed into her arms sobbing what happened she asked her voice full of concern I turned to point at the man but he was gone the hallway was empty later when I calmed down I told my mom everything she was

skeptical but concerned enough to report it to the hospital staff security searched the premises but found no one matching the description of the man who had followed me the next morning we spoke to the same doctor I had met in the morg when I told him about the knocking sound he looked at me with a mix of confusion and pity you must have been dreaming he said there's no way anyone could knock from inside one of those drawers I didn't argue but I knew what I had heard to this day I can still hear that

knock echoing in my mind and as for the man who followed me he was never caught sometimes late at night I wonder who he was and what he wanted but most of all I wonder about that sound in the morg was it just my imagination or was it something far worse before we get into the next story if you come for the first time please make sure to subscribe to our Channel and press the Bell icon for upcoming scary stories we need your support please share these stories with your friends and family thanks I never

believed in ghosts or the supernatural but there's something about that night that I can't explain something that keeps me awake staring at the ceiling replaying everything over and over again it ALS started when my friends and I decided to explore the abandoned Waverly Hills sanatorium you've probably heard of it it's one of the most haunted places in America I know cliche right but we weren't there for Ghost Stories we were there for Content my best friend Kyle had this idea to start a YouTube channel ghost hunters in the dark he called it he thought it

would blow up if we captured anything spooky then there was Mike the skeptic in our group and me the one stuck somewhere in between I didn't think we'd see any anything but I was curious enough to try the sanatorium loomed over us like a black hole swallowing up all the light from the full moon its windows were shattered and the front doors hung open like a gaping mouth Kyle was the most excited bouncing with his camera in hand Mike stayed quiet fidgeting with his flashlight we'll cover more ground if we split up Kyle suggested once

we were inside I didn't like the idea but the building was massive with long winding hallways and end less rooms it felt like a maze designed to keep you lost Kyle argued that we could always call each other if something happened and reluctantly we agreed I took the West hallway where the air felt heavy and cold my footsteps echoed each sound bouncing back to me from the empty walls the rooms I passed were mostly the same peeling paint overturned Furniture broken glass some still had rusted hospital beds with torn mattresses as the ghosts of patients

lingered there now and then I thought I heard something faint a whisper a scuffle of feet but when I stopped to listen there was only silence my flashlight flickered and I tapped it nervously meanwhile Kyle and Mike explored their hallways over the walkie-talkie Kyle's voice crackled with updates about old operating rooms and graffiti covered walls Mike stayed quieter muttering occasionally about how this was all a waste of time I had just turned a corner when Kyle's voice broke through the static guys come to me now his tone wasn't playful anymore it was sharp and tense

where are you Mike asked his voice equally uneasy East hallway near the central staircase Kyle replied I started moving fast the beam of my flashlight bobbing along the cracked tiles I reached the staircase at the same time as Mike Kyle was standing in the middle of the hall his flashlight aimed at the ground what is it Mike asked out of breath Kyle didn't answer right away he just pointed there on the floor was a white sheet at first I thought it was just trash but it wasn't crumpled like trash usually is it was smooth and

the way it Rose slightly in the middle it looked like something was underneath I felt a lump in my throat is someone I didn't finish the sentence Kyle nodded I think so I thought it was just a blanket at first but it's too neat and it's not moving Mike scoffed trying to hide his fear probably a homeless guy sleeping let's just leave but Kyle shook his head we need to check what if they're hurt neither of us argued Kyle was always The Brave One Kyle knelt next to the sheet his flashlight still trained on it

his hand hovered over the edge stay back he said I don't know why but I grabbed Mike's arm squeezing hard there was something wrong about that sheet something I couldn't put into words Kyle hesitated for a moment then reached out he pinched the edge of the cloth between his fingers and started to lift it that's when he screamed it wasn't a startled yell or a shout for attention it was the kind of scream that curdles your blood raw and Primal he shot to his feet dropping the flashlight and before I could process what was happening

he was running Mike and I didn't wait to ask questions we bolted after him our footsteps pounding through the dark our breath ragged we didn't stop until we were outside gasping for air Under The Pale Light of the Moon Kyle was pacing his hands shaking what did you see Mike demanded Kyle didn't look at us right away his eyes were wide staring at the ground finally he whispered there were Eyes under the sheet glowing bright yellow staring right at me Mike and I exchanged a look but neither of us spoke we need to call the

cops Kyle said what if it's a body or someone dangerous the police arrived about 20 minutes later we LED them to the spot but when we got there the sheet was gone the officers searched the area but there was nothing no sheet no body no glowing eyes just an empty hallway they took our statements though I could tell they didn't believe us one of them an older guy with a tired face pulled me aside you know he said there's a story about this place they say some of the patients never left maybe you kids should

stay away later that night after we'd gone home we reviewed the footage Kyle's camera had been rolling the whole time we fast forwarded to the part where he approached the sheet the video showed Kyle kneeling his hand reaching out and then static when the image returned the camera was on the ground pointing at our retreating feet we never uploaded the video we never went back to the sanatorium either Kyle stopped talking about glowing eyes after a while but I know he still sees them in his nightmares in the 1990s my my wife who was my

girlfriend back then worked at a hospital that had a long history this hospital was originally built in the 1800s and later transformed into a paliative care facility it was interesting to think about how many years it had been serving the community in different ways new modern wings were built and there was also a section with low care units these units looked like single level cabins nestled in a lovely Garden setting they were designed for people who could still take care of themselves but needed to be nearby in case they required medical help some of the

original old buildings were still being used and they had many places where cold drafts came in doors that were hard to open and other problems that needed attention one of the most interesting things was a door that could lock all by itself then just a few seconds later it would unlock again and there was no one nearby to turn the lock it was quite mysterious and made people wonder how it happened so my wife would get a ride to work and back home with a neighbor who worked at the same place however on Fridays that

neighbor would finish her work around lunchtime to make sure my wife could continue working a full day I would drive to pick her up after her shift the drive took about 40 minutes each way allowing me to be there for her when she finished her work since the traffic could be very unpredictable I always made sure to leave an hour early to reach my destination on time I would sit patiently outside the Cozy brick Cottage that served as an office resting on a weathered old church pew some of the older people living in the low

care units would stroll around the lovely grounds which were set in a beautiful rural area as they walked they would greet everyone with a friendly hello after a few weeks I got to know Ken better he was in his 80s and lived in a low Care Facility where he received assistance with daily activities he faced some ongoing problems that made him spend several days in the hospital after that he would return home for a few weeks to rest and recover he carefully planned my routine and every Friday he would be sitting on that familiar church

pew patiently waiting for me to arrive I liked having a conversation with him it was nice to share thoughts and ideas he had a wealth of life experiences and had seen and done many things during his younger years he loved to share those stories and found so much joy in listening to every single one of them Ken owned a classic Toyota Celica from the 1980s it was a stylish car that turned heads wherever he drove it the Sleek lines and vibrant color made it stand out on the road and Ken loved the way it felt

to be behind the wheel of such a memorable vehicle he could no longer drive the car but he felt a strong reluctance to part with it whenever his family visited him he would ask them to take him for a ride in it he often asked me to take him out for a drive but I hardly knew him at all the thought of driving a car that I wasn't familiar with made me feel uneasy and I wasn't sure I wanted to do it in addition I had just about 20 minutes left before I would be heading

out on my journey Ken loved to play golf he spent many hours on the golf course enjoying the fresh air and the challenge of the game he shared with me that his son would come to see him every week a fact my wife also confirmed during these visits they would take the Celica out for a drive together I thought they were planning to go play golf Ken would share stories about how well he performed he would share stories about hitting a ball deep into the thick grass or making three birdies one after another he would

also keep track of how many balls ended up in the water every week brought a new tail on some weeks he would find himself three over par after his handicap adjustments were made at other times he played exceptionally well and managed to be one stroke under par after taking his handicap into account I didn't really enjoy golf myself but my dad and brother played it all the time so I knew a lot about the game each of his stories was unique filled with interesting details and told in a way that captivated everyone who listened after

we finished talking about the exciting highlights from the week's golf game he would share with me his experiences as a Young Man In The Air Force he had many fascinating stories from World War II that he loved to recount he worked in the Air Force for many years as a mechanic over time he became a team leader guiding his fellow mechanics he also took on the important role of training new mechanics and sharing his Knowledge and Skills with them after some time he took on the role of a trade teacher at a technical college he

dedicated about 10 years to this job sharing his Knowledge and Skills with students before he finally decided to retire he shared many tales about about creating new parts from whatever materials they could find to make things function properly there were stories of failures and amusing incidents that happened in the workshop and then there were the funny stories from his college days it was a treasure Trove of entertainment for me as the weeks went by I noticed that I was starting to leave work earlier and earlier on Fridays I wanted to make sure I had plenty

of time to enjoy his company and create special moments together sometimes I would arrive and he wouldn't be around my wife would then explain to me that he was in the hospital for a little while I started to feel like I missed our little conversations after about 9 months of this everything started to change this Friday felt like a return to our usual routine he was no longer in the hospital and was sitting beside me on the church pew once again he shared the story of the golf game they played during the week I needed

to use the restroom so I politely asked to be excused so I could go when I returned he was no longer there I shared the news with my wife and she responded oh I'm so sorry I forgot to mention it but Ken passed away earlier this week but I was right there having a conversation with him just before I went to the bathroom he shared with me all the exciting details about the golf game how could that possibly happen do you really think it's the same Ken the next week I saw that his car was

no longer parked in its usual place under the carport of his unit instead it had been moved to the visitor's parking area which was quite different from where it normally was instead of the usual vehicle there was a big four-wheel drive parked there it had a large trailer attached to the back and the trailer was partly filled with various pieces of furniture and several boxes stacked on top of each other it caused me to pause and think for a moment it felt like a sign that he was gone but deep down I still held on

to the hope that he was alive and doing okay after all just a week before we had been chatting and sharing stories I strolled down to the unit and discovered his son busy sorting through the things inside I took a moment to share my name and a little about who I am he was aware of me Ken had shared details about our conversations on Fridays he said that his dad had died the Tuesday before I didn't want to make him feel bad so I decided to stay silent about our conversation from the week before just

3 days after he had passed away but now I had proof that it wasn't Ken's human body sitting on that church pew and talking to me he continued by saying that his dad enjoyed being in front of people and he hoped that he wasn't making me feel bored in fact it is very different from what you might think we chatted for a little while about some of the amusing stories from the war and shared experiences from the Air Force I mentioned how amazed I was that Ken still had such a sharp mind and could remember

every detail detail of our golf games from each week he looked very confused as if he was trying to understand something that didn't make sense to him would you like to play a game of golf yes he would share all the details of each week's game describing everything that happened he then shared with me that Ken hadn't picked up a golf club in at least 10 years I was completely shocked and couldn't believe what I was seeing his son shared that every Thursday he would pick up Ken they would first go to the cemetery to

visit the grave of Ken's wife after that they would head to a Cozy Cafe for lunch together once they finished eating they would do some grocery shopping finally they would stop to fill up the car with fuel before heading back home it takes about 4 to 5 hours in total I would like to know approximately how much time he might need to complete a round of golf he did not say anything about any of those activities at all it really surprises me how he could remember so many details the golf stories must have come from

his own past experiences because the way he described everything in such detail was just too Vivid To Be Imagined