The Hospital

By Brendan O'Connell

A short horror story in 6692 words - If anyone tells you that hospitals aren’t creepy, they are dead wrong. I’m John Smith. This story is about my time in hospital, and let me tell you; it was the only time in my life that I was ever utterly and unbelievably scared. And the terrifying part of it was; in a hospital at night, no one can hear you scream.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Brendan O'Connell
• Release date: Nov 12, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301028870

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The Hospital

By

Brendan Gerad O’Brien

And

Brendan O’Connell

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The Hospital

Copyright © 2012 by Brendan Gerad O’Brien & Brendan O’Connell

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The Hospital

If anyone tells you that hospitals aren’t creepy, they are dead wrong.

I’m John Smith. This story is about my time in hospital, and let me tell you; it was the only time in my life that I was ever utterly and unbelievably scared. And the terrifying part of it was; in a hospital at night, no one can hear you scream.

It was 1995, and I was just ten years old when I was admitted to the hospital after a particularly bad attack of epilepsy. Of course, back then I use to get seizures all the time, having had epilepsy since I was three years old. They told me I was lucky, because I was chosen to take part in a trial into some new procedures into the treatment of epilepsy. I was put in a single room on the second floor, just off the main children’s ward.

On the very first night I was there, however, a weird thing happened. I woke up with a start. I could hear footsteps creeping around, squeaking on the shiny floor, and they seemed to be right outside my door. As I listened with my breath stuck in