"I Work In Hospice. This Is The Scariest Patient I've Ever Had" | Creepypasta | Horror Story

most people who've ever worked in night shift will tell you it's creepy work you walk up and down the corridors of wherever you are your instincts working overtime setting your mind on edge we're hardwired to fear the night a time of helplessness a time in which we slide down the food chain our bodies craving rest our senses ill-equipped to cope with the dark for me it's never been an issue to be honest i kinda like it the dark when i do my rounds i don't feel that fear i just feel peace when i walk the

halls at night i don't have to deal with people rushing around or jabbering nonsense no extra responsibilities or requests no small talk no empty pleasantries just the echoing of my own feet on the linoleum bouncing off the walls the soft sounds of the patients breathing as i pass their rooms sure every now and then one of them wakes up in a panic pretty rare but it happens now and then all i gotta do then is call the on-duty nurse and whoever it is takes care of it i glide on finish my rounds back to the

front desk back to my books some of the chattier nurses complain as i pass their station about being stuck on the night shift they ask me how can i possibly stand it don't i get bored don't i get sick of being tired throughout the next day i tell them it doesn't bother me i like the quiet what i don't tell them is that it's the daytime that feels pointless to me i don't have friends to require daylight to spend time with i don't have a girlfriend who needs attention mom died when i was little dad

has a new family just leaves me and i don't mind you don't miss what you've never had i guess i'm what you might call a loner i think the nurses pick up on it they don't often try to speak to me the nice ones flash me a smile when they see me the ignore me all the same to me to be honest i always figured they probably wouldn't think much of me if they got to know me anyway all in all it's not a bad place to work easy money not much security required watching over

a bunch of old folks on their way out there's nothing here really worth stealing no drugs no expensive equipment the patients aren't even in a state to get out of bed let alone cause any trouble worth talking about at least that's what i thought the first time in 15 years of work i'd ever felt afraid in the hospice was when they wheeled in isaiah muldoon now before i saw muldoon i'd seen some disturbing stuff dementia patients talking to the walls old men with cancer riddled brains moaning like ghouls elderly ladies so emaciated you could shine

a flashlight through their stomachs and see the spine on the other side none of that had the effect on me that motionless old man on his gurney had he was so still the only way i could tell he was breathing was the machine whirring beside him but the eyes wide open staring out into oblivion in horror as if they'd seen the end of it all pretty rare i saw the patients coming in and i guess the nurse thought i was the sensitive type she caught me staring at him so she leaned over and told me

he had locked in syndrome i asked her what that was all the while compelled to stare at the man pinned to the bed she said he'd been in for a routine operation and they got the dosage on his meds wrong poisoned him his brain stem and the lower part of his brain were severely damaged the upper part untouched essentially muldoon was in a waking coma as she told me this his eyes began darting around the room like ping-pong balls locked onto mine as they took him past i tried to avert my gaze but i couldn't

break his glare it was like he was staring straight into me to places no one had ever seen they got him into the bay and drew the curtain i snapped out of it took me a moment to get my thoughts back together just imagine that for a moment one day you're healthy and happy living your life as if nothing can ever go wrong then someone flips a switch and you find yourself trapped inside your own body mind still sharp as it is right now only you're unable to move unable to speak so damaged even your

lungs need help to work but still completely aware of everything going on around you no hope of ever being free waiting to die despite my fear i couldn't help feeling for the guy it's one thing to have your mind eaten away by the confusion of dementia it's another to watch your body decay around you whilst you feel like you're still together i asked about muldoon his family friends the nurses told me his wife had died earlier in the year no kids he'd moved to the area recently and didn't even have an emergency contact only reason

he had enough for the room was his insurance which was paid for by some organization looking back i guess my first mistake was feeling some kind of kinship with him he didn't have anyone just like i didn't have anyone plus with him being in his state i knew i wouldn't have to make small talk with him or listen to any yammering so i figured what could it hurt if i went into his room and talked to him when i was passing it felt kind of strange talking to anyone like that opening a conversation i wasn't

used to it at first i spoke about the weather sports the news instantly despising myself each time i felt myself drifting into petty conversation aborting and cursing myself as i continued my rounds but every time i passed he was there waiting a captive audience if you will i started talking to him about the books i was reading i'm a big murakami fan so i told him that describe the plot of the novel i was reading by the author told him what i thought of it and what i thought was going to happen i'd keep him

up to date each night i passed and soon got on to more personal topics i told muldoon about my family how my dad was distant and my mom was dead how no one really liked me but that i didn't mind i told him about my life and my dream to one day write a novel how i slept alone and ate alone how i really had no one all the while during these conversations muldoon would fix me with his stare it was hypnotic i felt like i was pouring myself into him a trickle opening into a

torrent until he would release me and i could go back to my rounds those conversations if you can really call them that always left me feeling so tired dazed like i just awoken from a deep sleep part way through each time i told myself that was the last time yet the next night when i was passing that room i couldn't help but go inside drain some more of myself away the night muldoon spoke was the last night i felt peace i was doing the midshift rounds at about 3 am as usual i remember how quiet

the building was as i walked thinking back i don't even recall my shoes making a sound as they hit the floor it felt like the forest when everything goes utterly silent how only in the absence of that sound are you aware it was there at all i drifted to muldoon's moonlit room and inside he was sitting up in his bed bolt upright his eyes fixed on mine so wide they could have popped from his skull brilliant white against the darkness around him he was skinny by then and as i went forward he reached out his

skeletal hands beseeching me forward it felt wrong but i wasn't afraid i felt like a child being carried to a bed in a fever tumbling away from myself and towards the blackness his jaw unhinged and creaked open with each pump of the ventilator he rasped out a language that sounded like death gasps i load my head to him like cattle and he clamped onto it with unknown power i felt his claws dig into the skin my skull shuddering as he forced his way inside the nurse slapped me across the face and i came around to

her petrified eyes searching mine i was standing in the doorway of muldoon's room rooted to the spot with a wavering voice the nurse asked me what was wrong she told me i'd been screaming terror erupted through me i blurted out muldoon's name repeated it again and again and again aghast i pointed into the darkened room to where my attacker was surely scuttling the nurse flipped on the light switch and there he was asleep in his bed the ventilator gently clicking by his side i said i didn't understand he'd attacked me his hands the nurse checked

the machinery surrounding the withered old man told me it all looked normal nothing had changed i didn't believe it but i couldn't bring myself to enter the room i told her we had to check the cctv footage each room was fitted with a camera some of the other patients were stirring a couple had made their way into the hall no doubt disturbed by my apparent scream the nurse said she needed to tend to them and said about her duty i made for the security desk the bank of monitors glowed before me like mystic windows to

the past i squinted at them trying to focus my blurred vision my thoughts still felt groggy as if i'd woken up still drunk from the night before not that i drink much that's just how it felt i managed to align my vision for long enough to key in the correct camera my heart lurched as the sleeping old man manifested on the screen i rewound the footage until i saw myself and the nurse in the doorway kept going as the time stamp sped backwards a static version of me remained pinned to the spot in the doorway

staring into the room like some kind of jittery creep by the time i saw myself reverse away from the room 12 minutes of video had passed the attack had felt over in a flash thoughts fogging over again i pressed play and watched myself stroll up to the doorway and pull up to look inside then i just stood there barely moving a muscle but not looking especially strange just standing there taking note of the old man on the bed at the 11 minute 34 second mark the man on the screen burst into life nearly shocked me

off my chair he just started screaming face contorted unlike i'd ever seen myself before the nurse came into view and i paused the tape it felt so real but it was impossible had i had an aneurysm was there a tumor the size of a golf ball in my brain fixing to send me into one of these beds i've been walking past for all these years nausea crept up my throat and i closed my eyes tight should probably get one of these doctors to take a look at me tomorrow i figured as the acid receded back

down my esophagus and the urge to vomit past my head began to clear i decided to check the other camera the one looking into the room i flipped over to the correct channel and the old man in the bed appeared on screen rewound to the time i'd arrived at his room hit play instantly it hit me the eyes glowing in the night fixed wide on the doorway where i stood out of shot a shiver crept down my spine as i watched muldoon unmoving in that blackness his eyes never blinking the timestamp showed i'd started screaming

the eyes flicked closed i spent the rest of my shift sitting at the security desk my thoughts felt cloudy distant all i wanted was to go home and sleep the first light of dawn came my shift ended without further incident i made the automatic commute back to my apartment climbed the stairs collapsed into bed and shut my eyes in the hopes that a good rest was all i needed to shake off the strangeness of last night as i drifted off it all felt like a half-remembered dream or like something that had happened to someone else

at some other time tendrils reached out from the depths and dragged me into sleep [Music] my eyes flicked open i was laying in a bed which wasn't my own in a strange room i felt uncomfortable but somehow numb i glanced around trying to get my bearings there was the rhythmic sound of machinery beside my head the place was utterly still gray thin cobwebs hanging about the place a layer of filth covered everything making the modern furniture look ancient i attempted to sit up to get a better look but my muscles wouldn't obey i willed the

movement with all my might but nothing not even a twitch i was pinned under some great weight unable to muster so much as a wiggle of my toe i realized where i was it was his bed mold dunes but why was i here i'd already finished my shift i'd left i was asleep at home relief washed over me at my revelation i was asleep just a bizarre dream i lay in the dusty hospice bed convincing myself i'd wake up at any moment in my home i'd never had a lucid dream before had no idea a

dream could feel so real but why hadn't i woken up usually when the dreamer notices he's in a dream his brain shorts out and he wakes i was still there in what felt like real time something was in the hall my body filled with dread in the absence of all other sensation it became my world i lay with eyes fixed to the closed door it was out there moving towards me it made no sound but i could feel it the pressure in the room increased as it approached like the room had slipped off the side

of the mariana trench drifting down into the blackest parts of the ocean my eyes felt as though they burst from my head i closed them tight to squeeze them back into my skull it was at the door waiting my heart pounded in my chest shaking my whole body i knew if whatever it was came in and looked into my eyes it would ruin me the door opened i gasped and threw myself off the bed i kept my eyes closed tight and raised my hands to protect my head from the being no attack came slowly i

opened my eyes and looked around it was my apartment no cobwebs no machinery no presents creeping up the hall before i could quite register the nausea vomit exploded from my mouth onto the floor i rose to get a towel to clean up the mess but my legs went to mush and i collapsed my entire body felt stiff like i just run a marathon i must have come down with a pretty nasty illness flu probably i wrenched myself from the floor and staggered into the living room where i'd left my phone it struck me as strange

that i was naked i usually sleep in pajamas but that was the least of my worries it was 6 p.m one hour before my shift was to begin i was starting to feel better but decided i should probably take the night off the hospice is pretty strict about coming to work if you have something like the flu too many high-risk patients my boss was understanding told me to see a doctor if my symptoms persisted i told her i would and hung up slumped onto the couch a knock at the door stopped me from drifting off

i groaned no one ever visited me so it couldn't be anything important the person knocked again polite and cheery i made my way to the peephole and looked out it was my neighbor mrs patton we'd never said so much as a hello in the hallway before i only knew her name from the mail that sometimes mistakenly ended up in my box what could she possibly want she looked well enough i decided against the interaction and was turning to go back to the couch when something slid through the door a note if she had some kind

of problem she could get lost now was not the time i opened the folded paper anyway dear thomas thank you so much for helping me today it's heartening to know i have such a lovely young man for a neighbor i've baked some cookies as thanks you'll find them on your doorstep if you ever need anything you feel free to pop over the hallway and knock on my door thanks again and god bless pamela great i thought not only is the woman across the hall losing her marbles but now i'm involved in her delusions should steer

clear of her as best i can that kind of crazy has a way of sucking people in i spent the rest of the day feeling totally worn out though to be honest it didn't change how i spent the day compared to most of my other days off i lounged around the apartment too tired for video games watching the same series on netflix i'd already seen countless times before i tried to force myself to write a little of my latest novel idea but as usual i couldn't find the willpower and just went to the fridge instead

frozen pizza for dinner again spaced out i barely even noticed as my conscious started to drift lulled off gently by the chatter of fake lovers on the tv i closed my eyes just for a moment i batted my eyes open must have dozed off the room was dark around me but smelled dank rotten gradually my vision adjusted to the gloom my heart sank i was back in the hospice bed pinned to it by my own body the room had changed black mold covered everything seething out from behind the furniture and up the walls air thick

with spores was pumped into my feeble lungs with each click of the machine beside me i wanted to cough to clear my throat but even that was impossible i tried to wrench myself from the dream to will myself out of it but i couldn't the machine's clicks intensified my heart pounded with the quickening rhythm it was coming the spores in the air whirled around me with each step outside in the hall i could hear it now each step a thump of some great mass slamming into the ground the pressure in the room was unbearable enough

to buckle the door in its frame its curdling breath billowed through the cracks in the door i winced my eyes tight heard the door scream open on its bent hinges the thing was in the room willing me to look at it it was moving closer i could smell it now an ancient thing rotten moss and dirt i felt it reach out for me i rolled off the couch and onto the floor screaming i could feel the filth from the room clinging to my skin i made a blind dash for the door but tripped and sprawled

onto the carpet lay panning i was home back in my home i was thomas me this was no ordinary illness something was severely wrong orange light stream through the window my clock was no help 5 am or pm i checked my phone p.m i'd slept for almost 10 hours and still felt as though i'd been awake for days i needed a doctor medical help maybe the nurses at the hospice could offer me some advice i unlocked my phone to call an unread message popped onto the screen i opened it the message read hey great meeting

you last night i don't usually do that kind of thing i'm a nice girl really call me whenever no telltale link to some seedy site at the end of the message no request for money or to follow her on some social media page even the number looked legit below the saved contact amber i decided to ignore it and i called the number for the hospice the head nurse picked up i told her who it was but before i had the chance to ask her advice she was already thanking me enthusiastically for stopping by with the

donuts for the staff that was really sweet she said i was dumbfounded she said she was happy i was feeling so much better she'd never seen me so perky she asked how my plans were going for the trip the one i'd used my favor to book the time off for short notice i asked her when i'd booked this time off she told me three days ago but wasn't that sunday no she said today is saturday i dropped the phone that meant three days had passed since i'd fallen asleep on the couch i'd been asleep for

three whole days it couldn't be and how would i book the time off in my sleep i could hear her asking for me from the floor i picked up the phone made an excuse and hung up my head was swimming or rather sinking my body felt totally used up i could have fallen back to sleep right then and there the only thing keeping my eyes open was the dread pulsing around my body with each heartbeat i had to find answers there had to be some kind of clue some link to what was happening i remembered

the message on my phone i called amber i asked her who she was there was a pause on the other side she asked me what i meant i demanded to know how we met amber told me i was getting weird i ignored her and demanded again she called me a creep said she guessed she'd been wrong about me and hung up i never was much good with women i looked around my apartment everything was so tidy no dirty plates or cutlery no empty takeaway boxes on the floor even my magazines and video games had been

neatly put away on the shelf in alphabetical order what sick bastard had alphabetized my stuff i checked the trash vegetable wrappers from the supermarket all organic i dashed to the fridge stocked with fruit more organic vegetables some kind of rice with queen oh written on the side apricots meat from a local butcher where was my mustard where were my pickles my hot dogs a white hot needle shot behind my eye so painful i nearly collapsed worst migraine of my life wincing i checked my phone check the history on the browser i scrolled past a number

of charity websites i'd apparently visited over the last three days first time for everything i suppose there had to be something i was missing i checked the files there was one recording play me dot mp3 i opened it my blood froze as my own voice rang through the tinny speaker it was me and yet not the same pitch and accent yet somehow more languid calm hello thomas don't be startled i know this all must be very distressing for you for that i apologize it is not my intention to frighten you but vessels rarely offer as

much resistance as you have you should be proud i'll admit you're not a prime candidate but needs must my current vessel is damaged beyond repair and i must transition soon unfortunately for you amongst the staff and the hospice your existence is least worthy you've squandered your chance at finding meaning on this earth and if you look within yourself you know this will never change that is not my doing it is your own sadly this is the state of most vessels doomed to be used up and shriveled away without finding any purpose at all a drop

in the ocean as they say i want to make the world a better place thomas i want to make something of your vessel give it to me give in rest make it easy on yourself as you always have and know that you'll be loved adored by all they will build statues of you and praise your name give yourself to me thomas sleep at that a guttural chanting began emanating from the speaker instinctively i hurled the phone into the wall shattering it into silence i stood for a moment exhaustion pulling my eyelids down adrenaline holding them

open something was coming up the stairs that smell decay and ancient dirt thudding down the hall cobwebs began to form around me i shook my head and they dissipated began to gather again the thudding reached the door filling the room with a stench the apartment itself twisting around me i ran to the sink and splashed my face with water the reek wafted away and back in with each cold splash i was fading in desperation i went to the toaster set it and took a deep breath i jammed my finger into the glowing filament the toaster

exploded i flew back and onto the ground more awake than i'd ever been in my entire life i lay on the floor panning looking around everything was normal the only smell now was burnt hair fragrant compared to what it had replaced i had to stay awake just long enough for that bastard to die i rummaged through my drawers i found the trucker pills i bought when i started the job they were still in date i boiled the kettle washed down twice the recommended dose of the pills with black coffee it's been 32 hours since i

heard myself on the recording my heart is beating like a jackhammer i'm so wired i didn't even recognize my own face in the mirror earlier i look old every time my head drops i hear that thing outside getting stronger beating on the door and groaning it wants to be let in it wants to see me i think it may be death itself maybe it's whatever muldoon really is i don't know right now i'm doing anything i can to stay awake to stop myself drifting off that's why i'm writing this all out not even sure if

anyone will believe me if they read it what else can i do call the cops yeah right i've considered going to the hospice and killing muldoon myself but even when that thing in the hall is keeping quiet i know it's out there i can feel it it wants me to leave the apartment it wants me to go to it by the time anyone reads this i'll either be me or i'll be gone not sure how much longer i can hold out the cobwebs are covering everything now and when the thing outside groans it sounds fierce

angry at least i can still move my arms and legs i think i'll watch some more tv take the last of my trucker pills maybe another cold shower i wish i'd written that novel heck it might have even been pretty good [Music] you