January 25, 2014
I was hospitalized for a short time this week. Nothing serious, but I had to stay for two nights. I was in a room with another man, who had the bed nearest the door. I was nearest the window and the curtains were drawn between us, meaning that I couldn’t see what happened on the other side of the room.
It was getting late, around 11:30. The room was dark but we were both awake watching TV. I couldn’t see the events I am about to relate, but this is what I heard.
NURSE: You can’t go in there.
OLD SOUNDING WOMAN: Why not?
NURSE: That’s a room for men. You can’t go in.
OLD SOUNDING WOMAN: Why not?
NURSE: Would you like some men walking into your room?
OLD SOUNDING WOMAN: Are they alive or dead?
There was a long pause, after which the nurse, in a slightly shaky voice, said “They’re alive.”
I heard nothing else from either of them after that, and no one came into the room, so that was the end of the story.
Did I manage to avoid the Angel of Death? Was I saved from a trip to the morgue like in the Twilight Zone? Or was there just a slightly demented old woman wandering around my wing of the hospital that night?
I slept a little less easily that evening.
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Have you ever read “Who Was He?” by Joesph Payne Brennan? It’s quite bizarre about an eerie barber who doesn’t speak but goes to into hospital rooms offering to cut the patients hair, but is actually there for diobolical reasons. Your post here reminded me of it.
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Don’t know it but it sounds intriguing.
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