Main Character (Nurse):
Maya Thorne (Used in the story — gentle but strong)
Elena Cross (Smart, curious, drawn to dark mysteries)
Rachel Voss (A survivor type, brave but haunted)
Lena Gray (Subtle name with an eerie, ghost-story vibe)
Clara Wynn (If you want to flip and use Clara as the main role)
Supporting Character (Older Nurse):
Clara Hensley (Already used as the seasoned nurse who warns her)
Nurse Edith Vale
Mrs. Agnes Holloway
Doris Keane
Optional Creepy Patient (Spirit Name):
Story start:
There's a hospital on the edge of the city—St. Augustine's General. Most locals avoid it. Not because it's run-down, or haunted, or cursed. But because it's simply… forgotten. It sits quiet, too quiet, tucked behind overgrown trees, with only one wing still in operation: the emergency ward.
But the old building still stands.
And in its upper floors, there's Room 313.
Part I: The New Nurse
When Maya, a new night-shift nurse, was transferred to St. Augustine's, she was grateful for the job. Quiet meant easy. But on her first night, as she reviewed empty patient files and listened to the hum of flickering hallway lights, a call came through the intercom:
> "Nurse to Room… 313."
She blinked.
That room wasn't on the map.
"Room 313?" she asked at the front desk.
The older nurse, Clara, went pale.
"That's… not possible," Clara whispered. "That wing's been closed for over 20 years."
Still, the intercom crackled again.
> "Nurse… to Room 313."
Despite Clara's warnings, Maya took her flashlight and walked into the old wing. The halls were cold, the lights dim or completely dead. Dust and old medical charts littered the floor.
She found Room 313 at the end of the hall. The door was slightly open.
Inside was a hospital bed. Empty. The sheets were clean.
Too clean.
Then she heard it: whispers. Faint, chilling.
> "Help… us…"
"Still here…"
"You see us now…"
She turned—nothing there. Just the heart monitor, flatlining... but somehow still beeping.
Maya ran.
Part II: The Missing Files
Back at the front desk, Maya demanded answers. Clara finally relented.
"Room 313 was closed after a fire. An entire psychiatric wing—burned. Patients died locked in their rooms. The fire alarm never went off. Nobody knows how it started."
"Why was it never demolished?" Maya asked.
"They tried," Clara said. "The workers all quit. Said the building spoke to them. Said they saw… things. The hospital just sealed it off."
That night, Maya couldn't sleep. She dreamed of screaming patients, their skin charred, eyes empty. And always the same voice whispered:
> "You opened the door."
Part III: The Second Visit
Drawn by something she couldn't explain, Maya returned the next night. She brought a voice recorder and walked back to 313. The whispers grew louder with every step.
She asked aloud:
"Who are you?"
The voice recorder crackled.
> "We were left… to burn."
The door slammed behind her. The temperature dropped. Shadows crawled along the walls like fingers.
Suddenly, the heart monitor beeped again—faster now.
> BEEP… BEEP… BEEPBEEPBEEPBEE—
Then flatline. A patient appeared on the bed—skin scorched, mouth twisted in an endless scream.
"Why me?!" Maya cried.
The voices answered:
> "You came back. You see us. That means… you stay."
Part IV: Gone
When morning came, Clara searched for Maya. She never went home. Her phone was found outside Room 313, still recording.
The last entry?
Heavy breathing. A faint scream. Then:
> "Room 313… needs a new nurse."
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Epilogue
Today, the intercom still occasionally crackles at night:
> "Nurse to Room 313."
But no one goes.
Because those who enter…
never come back.
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