Ghost House January 26, 2022 [Hospital Ghost Story] Font:
Introduction 1 "Will you love me forever?" The madman came up to me and asked me with a strange smell. "Huh? What do you mean?" I asked him. The madman shook his head, put his fingers under his lips and shushed, saying nothing more. Then, I went to the hospital and when I came back, the madman was gone. At noon the next day, the police found me. I walked through the long corridor and entered the small room. In the middle of summer, for some reason, there was a chill in the room. The madman died and just lay there, peacefully.I glanced at him and turned around to fill out the form
"Will you love me forever?" The madman came up and asked me with a strange smell.
"Huh? What do you mean?" I asked him.
The madman shook his head, put his fingers under his lips and shushed, saying nothing more. Then, I went to the hospital and when I came back, the madman was gone.
At noon the next day, the police found me. I walked through the long corridor and entered the small room. In the middle of summer, for some reason, there was a chill in the room.
The madman died and just lay there, peacefully.
I glanced at him and turned around to fill out the form. I felt a little melancholy in my heart but it quickly dissipated. I don't feel anything anymore, except that I'm still a little bit brooding about that issue. Those were the last words we said before we broke up.
In five years, no matter how much passion there was, it was all wasted.
That day, I did not lift the white cloth covering the madman's face. The police told me that although his remains had been sorted out, it was still a bit too horrible to look at. But, no matter how miserable it is, it has no meaning to me.
Then the madman was removed from the world.
The madman has no one close to him except me.
The hospital is a place rich in rumors. Ghost stories are popular and updated daily, and both medical staff and patients enjoy it. A place that was too gloomy seemed to need something more gloomy to lighten it up a bit.
The story that has been circulating recently goes like this: at midnight, there will be the sound of dripping water near the morgue. If you listen closer, you will find that the sound of dripping water is mixed with a sobbing sound, as if someone is crying and saying something at the same time.
The nurses spread the word from word to mouth. Some said it might be a baby that was abandoned before birth; some said it might be an unjust ghost who died in a car accident.
But no matter how fervent the rumors are, they will always stop abruptly when they reach a certain place.
That place is Dr. Huang's office.
Dr. Huang will retire in three years. He is experienced and kind-hearted, without any airs of seniority, and he often takes the initiative to help others. In Dr. Huang's words, he is a lonely old man. His wife is dead, his son is busy at work, and he has no hobbies. It is better to give his time to young people to enjoy their youth.
Everyone in the hospital likes Dr. Huang. But the strange thing is that Huang Yiniu has worked hard for most of his life and is still just an outpatient physician. His fellow doctors and even juniors have been promoted long ago. Some have become directors, and some have gone to other more promising places.
Therefore, there is also a rumor about Dr. Huang, saying that Dr. Huang’s wife passed away in this hospital, and he stayed here to protect his wife’s soul. Although it was just a conjecture, it moved many new nurses and doctors.
There seems to be a pattern in this world. The less people understand death, the more they are afraid of death. On the contrary, Dr. Huang was happy to deal with corpses.
Dr. Huang has a unique skill. No matter how ugly the appearance of death is, after his treatment, the face will be alive and lifelike.
Rumors about the dripping sound in the morgue began on the third day after the man's death.
That day, the ambulance roared towards the hospital. There was a sharp sound of brakes, and the man was sent down with blood all over his body, and his pupils had begun to dilate. Dr. Huang took over the case and rescued the man for several hours. The man died. When he died, the man kept holding Dr. Huang's wrist tightly, his eyes widened, and the only thing that stayed in his eyes was Dr. Huang's other hand touching his eyelids while sighing.
The man died in a traffic accident. Three days later, his identity was determined. Since his parents were dead and he had no relatives in the city, the body was entrusted to the hospital for care and cremation. In the morgue, the number "23" is written on the grid where he once slept. This may be the last remaining proof that he stayed in the world.
Dr. Huang remained hands-on until the funeral was over. People who have done something wrong always want to make up for it afterwards.
During the rescue, the man struggled to say a few words to him, saying that he didn't want to die. But he pretended not to hear and did some tricks during the operation. There was no way, the quality of that man's organs was too good. Except for the broken spleen and the heart penetrated by steel bars, everything else was intact.
The man helped him earn a lot of money. Dr. Huang thought that if his wife was still here at this time, maybe someone would share this happiness with him. On the eve of his son's departure abroad a few years ago, if he had such a windfall, he would definitely offer three tall incense sticks to the Bodhisattva every day. But now, money has become a secondary thing. People are always like this. They long for it when they don't have it, but become indifferent after they have it, and they can never be satisfied.
He hasn't been home for many days, and there's no point in going back. Since his wife's accident, his son has been extremely cold towards him. Even if they live under the same roof, they only nod and say hello when they meet.
For him, the atmosphere at home was no warmer than the morgue.
That day, while Dr. Huang was resting in the tea room, he heard two young nurses talking about this new rumor. One talks and the other listens. The one who talks vividly will be called A, and the one who listens attentively will be called B. Dr. Huang was attracted by their work.
A: "Really, I walked through the door that day and I almost died of fright."
B: "Did you really see that person?"
A: "I saw it, it's very clear. It's swaying. I'm standing in front of the cabinet and don't know what I'm looking for."
B: "Male or female?"
A: "I didn't pay attention. I was scared to death. I didn't dare to look more. The house was so eerie at that time, and there was such a miserable cry. I took a look through the crack in the door and ran away quickly. It’s not safe at home.”
Huang Yiniu approached Xuan, took a sip of water, and said, "When did you see it?"
A: "Just a week ago, I was on duty that night."
Dr. Huang: "Did you see a ghost?"
A: "It's not just me, many people saw it. That man was holding his waist, it was very scary."
Dr. Huang took another sip of water and smiled: "I know the person you saw."
B: "You know? Have you seen it too?"
Dr. Huang: "Of course I have," he paused, pretending to be mysterious and leaned forward, lowering his voice, "That person… is me!"
A and B were stunned, glared at Dr. Huang, their tense expressions relaxed, and said with angry smiles: "You just like to tease people."
Dr. Huang laughed a few times, held the cup and turned around to leave . B's scared voice floated far behind him.
Back in the office, Dr. Huang looked at his watch, it was seven o'clock sharp. My son went to a musical with his new girlfriend, and when he returned, he ate alone.
Thinking of this, Dr. Huang thought of his son's new girlfriend. A pretty little girl, very fashionable, a typical urban girl, tall, fair-skinned, and well-dressed.
When they were together, Dr. Huang was very opposed to it and had a long stalemate with his son. The reason is very simple. The girl is blind in one eye, and I heard that she has a boyfriend who has been dating for many years. It's not that he discriminates against people with disabilities, it's just that blindness brings countless disadvantages. As a doctor, he knows better than anyone else. What's more, the girl didn't break off relations with her ex-boyfriend when she was with her son. Therefore, Dr. Huang always believed that this relationship was just another kind of resistance against him by his rebellious son.
Dr. Huang played with his pen, wrote the girl's name on the paper, and stared at it. He always felt that the name was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.
A madman is a very poor guy, with only a few walls. The house I lived in with him was said to have been left to him by his parents, and then he transferred the property rights to my name. Now, I have sold this house, and two hours later, a black sports car will pick me up and take me to another spacious and comfortable place.
The madman was once a painter, but unfortunately his paintings could never be sold. When I was young, I loved romance, but now that I'm older, I just want a stable life.
I decided to leave him.
From the day I made that decision, everything the madman did disgusted me.
The clothes he bought, the meals he cooked, the topics of conversation, everything seemed so shabby. I started arguing and throwing things with the madman, who always hugged me at the last moment in an attempt to appease my anger.
But what the madman doesn’t know is that what makes me so angry is the fact that I can’t get rid of him.
What prompted me to leave was that night.
That day I was sitting in my room listening to music, and then I heard the footsteps of the madman leaving. I don't know what force prompted me to quietly open his drawer. At the bottom of the drawer, I found a black leather diary.
I never knew crazy people had the habit of keeping diaries.
I began to read his diary, and the more I read, the heavier the chill on my vest became. The diary is full of resentment towards me. He was like a real lunatic, expressing his hatred for me while writing love words that he couldn't live without me. The most recent article happened to be written after I had a fight with him last night. The last sentence of that diary was written like this: "I want to be with her forever, and I want her to never be able to leave me."
This sentence gave me chills, as if I had seen a dangerous warning of some kind of curse.
The next day, I told the other guy about it, the rich guy.
That he told me, he went to talk to the madman.
I waited at home all day, and in the evening, the madman came back with a very ugly face. I sat silently at the end of the dining table and looked at him. He was immersed in eating, chewing hard, and then swallowing hard, as if the bowl of rice was me.
After the madman finished eating, he stood up to pack his things. I looked at his back and said, let's break up.
What responded to me was the whine of the bowl and chopsticks falling to the ground and breaking into pieces.
Dr. Huang was on vacation the next day.
Early in the morning, he received a call from his son, who informed him in a formulaic tone that he would accompany his girlfriend to another province for a corneal transplant surgery, which would probably take about half a month. Finally, a girl's voice came from the other end, saying softly, "Uncle, take care of yourself." Like saying goodbye.
Dr. Huang sighed, hung up the phone, turned around, and faced the empty wall in a daze.
The family's situation was very poor in the past few years. I only had a small fixed salary every month, my wife was seriously ill, and my son was in college. Life was tight at home. For a while, his wife's illness improved slightly, and he often took her for walks on the street. But within two days, disaster struck. My wife was hit by a truck and was already dead when she was taken to the hospital. Dr. Huang still remembers that his wife looked at him with wide eyes and knuckled fingers, as if she had no time to say what she wanted to say.
His wife's remains were arranged by him personally, and she looked even more beautiful than she had been before her death. People like this kind of superficiality. His son rushed back from school and punched him in the face. He touched the wound silently, and for the first time he did not show his father's dignity.
When his wife was cremated, he kept her ring and kept it in his pocket.
The accidental injury insurance purchased for his wife paid a sum of money, and his son used the money to go abroad. From then on, the life of the family began to improve. He always felt that his wife was blessing him and the family.
Dr. Huang took out the ring hanging around his neck, kissed it, and then put it back on.
At night, Dr. Huang's phone rang. He picked up and listened, and the voice on the other end was a little panicked, mixed with the back and forth footsteps that were so painful that it was difficult to hear clearly.
"Doctor Huang…A, dead!"
When Dr. Huang rushed to the hospital, the scene was already surrounded by police. A hangs on the beam in the morgue, sleeping with the dead lying down. There was also a bottle of sleeping pills and a suicide note beside her. I heard that A wrote a very simple sentence on it: "I am guilty and I deserve to die."
The certificates from several young nurses showed that it was A's handwriting.
Dr. Huang helped several old doctors maintain order in the hospital and evacuate the panicked crowd. When he was exhausted, B, who had whispered to A yesterday, came to him.
"Doctor Huang…" B called him softly.
Doctor Huang turned around and saw that it was her. He felt a little unbearable and patted her shoulder: "You should go back and rest today. It's a mess here and I don't know what's going on."
"Dr. Huang, how could A commit suicide?"
Dr. Huang shook his head: "I don't know. She looked very energetic yesterday."
B suddenly became excited, grabbed Dr. Huang's sleeve, and quietly pulled him aside: "Doctor Huang, I think this matter… is strange."
"What do you know?"
"You said yesterday that the person in the morgue was you, but after you left, A quietly told me that the person she saw was definitely not you…"
"What do you mean?" Doctor Huang frowned.
B swallowed carefully, looked around, and approached Dr. Huang: "A said that person, there was a hole in that person's chest…"
Dr. Huang was startled and looked at her in confusion.
B seemed to recall something, trembled all over, lowered his head, bit his finger and continued calmly: "She said that person was just like the victim of the car accident that was brought here some time ago… His chest was penetrated by a steel bar. Hole……"
"Don't talk nonsense, that person has been cremated long ago."
"You only cremated his body, but where is his soul?"
Doctor Huang raised his eyebrows and said with displeasure in his tone: "You are a medical staff, how can you just listen to the wind and rain and believe these nonsense?"
Seeing him like this, B kept his mouth shut and said no more, nodded hesitantly, looked at the morgue with lingering fear, and said the last words: "But scientifically no one can prove that these don't exist. …Moreover, when she told me last time, it felt very real, she was really scared…"
Doctor Huang waved his hand, interrupted her, and asked her to leave.
More than a week later, rumors spread that the police had basically confirmed that A died of suicide. At the same time, during the investigation, the police discovered that A was suspected of reselling organs. Perhaps A felt that he had done too many wrong things and had an uneasy conscience, so he hanged himself on the beam of the morgue as a way of atonement.
This explanation is quite reasonable and does no harm other than tarnishing the reputation of the hospital. Dr. Huang didn't say much after hearing the reasons they told him orally. He just shook his head and sighed, saying it was a pity for such a good child.
But this matter had another taste in B's ears.
B quietly told C, who played well with him, that it was A who had been telling the outside world about the ghost in the morgue all these years. She may have done this because she didn't want others to get too close to the morgue so that she could do things more conveniently. Not all of these things were necessarily fabricated. The man with the hole in his chest that A saw might have been the man who had his organs resold by her and came back to take revenge.
Then, B told everyone a shocking secret, which she discovered on her own: when the man who had a steel bar inserted into his chest after the car accident was sent to the hospital, according to the investigation, he had filled out a cornea donation form a few days ago. But when the man was dead and checked again, his form was missing, and the matter of cornea donation was also lost. The person responsible for the inspection at that time was A.
B concluded with certainty that A's death was closely related to this man.
After B said this, A's death was suddenly shrouded in mystery, and the morgue became a place that people were even more afraid to approach. Except for Dr. Huang, almost no one wanted to stay there longer.
After a while, people asked Dr. Huang intentionally or unintentionally but could not get any gossip. A's death gradually faded out of everyone's sight.
Two weeks later, no one mentioned A again, just like this person once existed and was buried deep in the hospital with her death.
Dr. Huang continued to do his job, enthusiastically helping others, and voluntarily went to the morgue to sort out the remains of the corpses.
Then, Dr. Huang asked for a day off from the hospital, and his son came back with his new girlfriend.
I packed my things and waited for the man to pick me up.
I burned the madman's diary and buried the ashes together with the cactus pot he gave me. No one will water it anymore, so I don’t know how long it will be able to support itself.
Crazy people never knew that the plant I hate the most is the prickly pear. So prickly, shining maliciously in the sun.
I once told Maniac that I liked prickly pear, and that was because Maniac loved it. It's just that later on, I didn't like crazy people anymore.
Madman and I were college classmates. He is a talented person in the art department, and I am a vase that does not live up to the name. He is aloof and aloof among boys, and I am ostracized among girls. We really share the same fate. Then somehow we came together.
It is undeniable that we had a happy time – the madman painted at home and I took care of his life. His paintings sold well, which made me think that this relaxing and comfortable life could continue forever.
But in the next two years, the madman's paintings could no longer be sold. He disdains the means of marketing and publicity, and has always adhered to the principle that the smell of wine should not be afraid of the depth of the alley. The art dealers gently advised him to cater to the market's taste, but the madman went his own way and still painted paintings that even he himself could not understand. Later, fewer and fewer art dealers came to visit, until they disappeared completely. Our life began to be tight, and I cut my budget to save money and food for my family, and gave up all entertainment.
The madman and I gradually developed a rift, and he began to lock himself in the studio for long periods of time, leaving me standing alone at the door and roaring into the air.
His habits rubbed off on me, and I felt like I was going crazy too.
Then, I met him.
He and I met at a class reunion. That day I took out my best clothes and put them on, and from a distance I saw him surrounded by people. Then he left the crowd and walked towards me, introducing himself as a senior who was one level above me. His mother died in an accident, he lived with his father, and his family was well off.
At that time, I no longer considered anything other than life, so I immediately agreed to his invitation.
Sometimes I really thank God for giving me this face. Although it is not perfect, it can at least help me get out of trouble.
We started dating frequently, and he gave me many things, including clothes, shoes, and jewelry.
On my birthday, he proposed to me.
A madman also proposed to me with a ring he made himself. I was moved for a long time at that time, and I verbally agreed, but it never came true.
This man proposed to me and handed me a diamond ring. It was very shiny and beautiful.
I'm not a mean woman, I told him about the madman, he didn't blame me, he just said let him solve it.
I didn’t know what method he would use, but when I got home that night and saw the madman staring at the clock and sitting on the sofa waiting for me, I knew I had to end it.
From that day on, the lunatic reminded me stubbornly that I had said that I would be with him for the rest of my life. He kept repeating it in my ear over and over again.
However, what I can't let go of the most is that the madman never mentioned that person in front of me, just like he never knew that person existed.
I was admitted to the hospital with anxiety. He told me that everything was arranged and I was just waiting for the operation.
I asked him where he got the corneas, and he said he asked a friend to buy them. I continued to ask, but he stopped talking.
After the surgery, things became a little different. Wherever I looked, the feeling quietly changed.
I didn't dare to tell him about this, so I just investigated it secretly. I learned that the owner of the cornea lived in the same city as me and died in an accident. After that, there are no clues.
When I was organizing my things, I saw the madman's paintings. I don't know why, these things that were once meaningless in my eyes have become so cute and romantic now. Memories are like wounds that cut fingerprints. They are torn every time you mention them. The pain is more severe each time, but the healing time will be shorter each time until we forget it all.
The last oil painting shows a hero holding an angel.
I took out my knife and slowly wiped away the layer of paint on the painting, revealing the hidden scene – an angel being impaled on a triangular murder weapon by a devil. This is called picture-in-picture, and it's a technique that lunatics are best at. The angel in the painting is my face, and the devil and the hero are both madmen.
I think this painting is telling a story about salvation.
There is a line of small words at the end of the painting, and I got very close to see them clearly.
"I want your eyes to become mine, and I want to use these eyes to look at everyone you want to love."
The moment I understood it, what filled my heart was not joy, but panic.
I had no reason to guess that maybe the person who gave me the eyes was a madman.
I know it's not because he loves me, he just doesn't want me to leave. There is a part of him in me, and I must be with him for the rest of my life, just like he said.
Dr. Huang's death caused a great sensation, but because it was a complete accident, the police were not alerted.
His son and his girlfriend held a funeral for him. Colleagues came to attend, cried a few times, whether genuine or not, and then dispersed.
The police then informed his son that Dr. Huang was suspected of multiple illegal organ trading cases, and that his assistant was A who was hanged in the morgue. The investigation showed that A had been helping Dr. Huang contact black market buyers, had tampered with the organ donation records of the deceased, and spread rumors about the morgue being haunted in the hospital.
Dr. Huang's son packed up his things, sold the family house, and took his girlfriend to live elsewhere. No one has seen them again.
The hospital morgue returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.
Rumors of hauntings in the hospital are still prevalent, and there are always people hearing those unexplained and creepy sounds.
This is because the crack in the corner still exists. Just like a human heart, once it is broken, it will cry uncontrollably day and night.
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