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La Mujer Que Llora En El Hospital Historias De Terror - Voces De La Noche · Niebla en el bosque con Evelith von

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I was once hospitalized for gallbladder surgery. I' ve never liked hospitals,
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so I think I felt these events so much more because I wanted to leave
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every moment of that place. There were several women in the room recovering food,
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as in all hospitals, it was not good, but at least it
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was eatable. I felt tired of spending so many weeks in intensive care.
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I wanted to leave During the four days I spent recovering they had gone to
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take care of me one of my sisters and my mom. Only my sister
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heard the same things I had heard. But apparently, only my sister and
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I were the only ones who saw that ghost, as the other people in
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bed and their relatives said they had seen nothing. When I was operated on,
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it was emergency. I had a few weeks without you looking bad my
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stomach hurt a lot. I couldn' t eat well and when I ate
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something with milk or something with fat, it started with vomiting that wouldn'
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t stop in a while. I had gone to the hospital two or three
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times I had been diagnosed with stones in my gallbladder. They told me I
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had to go as soon as possible to surgical evaluation. But since I had
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a lot of work at school, I thought it would be a good idea
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to wait for the holidays to arrive to undergo surgery. Despite my efforts to
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keep me well on an afternoon that was ending with the normal classes of my
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day, the pain prevented me from doing anything else. The feeling was awful.
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I couldn' t stop puking and a constant sweat soaked my whole body.
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A colleague took me to the clinic that was my place and there they
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treated me immediately. The pain went up to unbearable levels. I remember I
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didn' t stop crying for a long time until I started feeling like I
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was passing out. That' s why in four hours I was already getting
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ready to go into surgery after a long surgery that unconsciously two days in intensive
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care, they thought I wasn' t going to wake up, but I
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' m still here for something. I think returning from that is a miracle.
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Once I began to recover favorably, Dr Rosas, my surgeon decided that
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I could go to a flat for a few days on observation before sending myself
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home. I felt motivated by those words I imagined that the worst had already
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happened, although the reality is that not even the scare of dying prepared me
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for what I had to see on that floor. The first two days I
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slept a lot. I don' t remember things well, as I just
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woke up to try to eat the mush they gave me or when I felt
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the doctor' s movement around me. Those days my mom had stayed many
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hours, but they can' t say hello to her for how tired I
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was. The third day I felt my strength improved, I started to be
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awake ate better and my sister told me that I looked more responsive, so
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the doctor told me that things were going well. They only expected the next
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day' s studies to show that everything was going well and there was no
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infection to see if I could go home. The day passed slowly nurses,
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relatives of the other boarding schools and other people who made me feel sick of
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being there. The night came. Everything calmed down compared to the day.
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I finally had time to rest Relax with everyone asleep. My sister was asleep,
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too. I looked out the window, letting time pass to see if
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I could fall asleep. At dawn no one else came to check on the
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sick. Apparently, there was nothing pending, but I couldn' t sleep.
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I woke up my sister to give me some water. After waking her
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up, she told me she' d go to the bathroom. She went
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out and I was left alone. There was no movement, I only listened
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to the snoring of my companions. In the fourth room, when he slept,
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the lights were out. Only those in the main hallway, where the
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elevators were and the nursing control was looking outside, remained on. When I
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realized that my sister had already taken a long time in the bathroom, it
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became strange to me, but I could not call her out loud because I
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was going to wake someone up I waited a little longer, after a while
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of waiting, I began to hear whispers. I figured someone was talking outside.
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The room where I was. It was near the emergency stairs. Just
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about two meters from the door where I was standing. They separated me from
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those stairs. I imagined that my sister had started talking to someone, but
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little by little those whispers began to be heard as crying words were heard as
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a conversation with whining and tears, so I immediately imagined that some patient was
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serious, so I tried to fall asleep so I wouldn' t hear that.
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My sister immediately came back and opened her eyes and asked her if it
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was serious what was happening to her. Ma' am she asked me which
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one. Missy, I told her I had heard her talk to someone in
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the hallway when she went to the bathroom, but she denied that it would
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happen. He had just gone to the bathroom and returned everything as he normally
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did. I kept thinking if it was in the next room that I heard
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and I tried not to give it any more importance so I wouldn' t
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get nervous soon. My sister fell asleep. Again, despite sitting in that
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uncomfortable chair, I remember thinking about everything he had to do in the day
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and then coming to take care of me at night. While I was thinking
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that. Again I began to hear that someone spoke very low whispering, but
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as I was more busy thinking about how I could help my sister or whom
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I could ask to come and take care of me the next day. I
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didn' t pay attention to what that voice said until the sobs became very
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strong. I looked down the hall, but I only saw that a nurse
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was preparing things to put some patient in. From there on, I didn
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' t see anyone moving. My roommates and their companions were still asleep despite
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that crying that was heard. I thought it was normal to hear crying in
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the hospital, but it was pretty irritating to hear it. I was scared.
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I thought someone was serious and the least I wanted was someone to die
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or hear someone get sick. I just wanted to get out of there as
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soon as possible and forget about all that. I soon closed my eyes.
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Again I started counting sheep to see if I could fall asleep. But even
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though time was passing and later on, he could not sleep. My sister
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woke up suddenly and looked at me and immediately told her I was fine,
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only I couldn' t sleep. She looked at her watch and told me
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it was three and a half o' clock that I' d better try
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to sleep for a while because at six o' clock in the morning the
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doctor was coming to me to heal my surgery and then I wouldn' t
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be able to sleep all morning because of the noises. I lay down and
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assured him that I was going to sleep. She put on the sweater she
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was covering her arms with. She soon fell asleep. Even though I had
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my eyes closed, I couldn' t sleep. The tiredness of not moving
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from the same position had me exhausted, so I tried to turn around a
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little to see if I could find the best way to sleep in a sudden
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motion. I inevitably hurt myself I complained and my sister woke up scared wondering
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if I was okay. She hadn' t finished the question when we both
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started hearing whispers from someone who was talking and crying. At the same time,
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we were both silently watching. Then we passed the view towards the hallway,
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but there was no one. The nurses were resting at their checkpoint with
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the discomfort of hearing that someone was suffering. Neither of them dared to ask
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what was going on. My sister came up to me and quietly told me
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she was going to help me, to settle in bed. The whispers had
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become a drowning cry from a woman, but I didn' t know if
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I heard that outside the stairs or in the room next to mine without being
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able to shut up any more, I told my sister that I felt sorry
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for the poor woman who was yor and just at that moment the Sorry stopped
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my sister opened her eyes in a scolding. He pointed to me with his
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forefinger in his mouth to shut me up. It seemed like I disrespected someone
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and I didn' t even know how. I didn' t think it
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was bad to regret someone else' s pain. I never heard the Sorry
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again. The hours passed and I had not been able to sleep, but
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the Sorry I no longer knew anything. When the doctor went to check that
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the wound was in good condition, I had all night without sleeping, so,
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in fact, I didn' t get to sleep afterwards because they began
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to parade nurses, doctors and other people, checking everything, not to mention
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animated that my roommates were chatting with each other or with the other' s
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relatives, making a big scandal when I finally got to sleep it was after
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three o' clock in the afternoon. My mom had come to see me,
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but I had hardly been able to talk to her because of the tiredness
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I felt. I fell asleep all afternoon and woke up shortly after ten p
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m, when my sister had come to take care of me. During the
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night hours. Everything went smoothly. We both talked for a while. I
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told him what the doctor told me. I had to stay at least another
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day for observation to rule out anything worried. I told my sister to ask
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her daughter to come and take care of me. I mentioned that I paid
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him the night so he wouldn' t stay out of work. She denied
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the suggestion, insisting that she did it because she wanted to take care of
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me that I didn' t worry. When we saw the lights turn off
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one by one in the neighboring rooms, we figured it was time to sleep,
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so we started whispering for a while to talk a little more. My
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bed- neighbors were already asleep. The nurse came to tell me that she
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was going to retire to the control, but if she needed anything, my
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sister could go get her again. Everything was quiet. Fortunately, my sister
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was not sleepy. He started talking to me so I could fall asleep,
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but when I paused I woke up. Again he told me he was going
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to go to the bathroom fast. She was just getting out of the chair.
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When we heard whispers, he ignored them following in his own way to
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accommodate his chair with a blanket for when he returned to cover himself, I
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remained stoned. That little voice was the same as last night. I was
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sure it was the same and that couldn' t be possible. In addition,
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all morning I heard no similar voice and even knew that there was no
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female interned in the next room. When my sister walked out of the room,
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she stopped right before she left. The pits began to be heard.
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She came back with me and the N R sat down telling me that she
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could hold on a little longer to let the lady have her space. When
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I asked her which one, ma' am, she told me she was
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just leaving the room. When she got to see that a lady was crying
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with her hands on her face right on the emergency stairs, even the doors
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there were locked, so she sensed that she didn' t want to be
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heard crying both of us stayed for a while. Very low speaking. The
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lady' s distant pits continued for a while, but my poor sister couldn
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' t stand it anymore, so she came out almost pointy to the bathroom.
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I guess I kept thinking I didn' t want to bother the woman
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I was suffering from outside. When she returned from the bathroom, I saw
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her looking back and forth then she went to the opposite side of the bathroom.
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He came back with me, sat in the chair and told me very
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frightened that he no longer saw the woman on the stairs, but the pits
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did listen until he crossed the bathroom door. Then he didn' t hear
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anything anymore. So, when he had returned with me, he had stopped
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looking for who he might be. I' d checked the patient shower.
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Then he went to the other end of the hall, but he couldn'
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t find the woman who had seen him cry on the emergency stairs. I
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asked him to stop scaring me, which he probably didn' t see well.
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So we were both dissatisfied with the situation. We never touched on the
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subject again. We don' t listen to that woman' s whispers either.
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We thought he might have calmed down and was already next to his sick
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man taking care of him without thinking the most. I fell asleep. I
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rested for a while until the doctor came to check my stitches. Unfortunately,
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that cleaning had been very painful. I began to feel bad little by little
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in the afternoon I had a fever. The doctor had told me that they
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had started another treatment that was going to improve me soon, because I was
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expecting what was happening to me. Without questioning anything, I let them put
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what I needed. The pain was strong. Also the feeling of warmth did
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not feel comfortable, but I still slept deeply. Despite the noise. That
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night, my mom preferred to stay and take care of me. When I
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opened my eyes in the morning, she told me that she was sure that
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it was best for my sister to rest at least one day while she stayed
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to take care of me. I imagined the worst that perhaps the doctor had
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told her that she could begin to get worse from one moment to the next
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and she had decided to stay with me at all costs. I let my
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mom think I was asleep, but I kept my eyes closed so I wouldn
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' t see her I felt like I was gonna let go of the crying.
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If he let me be weak, my mom couldn' t see me
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that bad. When I heard she had stopped praying, I opened my eyes.
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She had fallen asleep with the rosary in her hand. I kept feeling
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that intense heat that I would see from my stomach and just when I wanted
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to start crying from impotence, a cry that wasn' t mine was heard
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again. It was that woman' s voice, but now there had been
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no whispers. First the crying started. I heard it more clearly than in
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the past few days. I completely forgot my pain and with the stiffness of
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the scare I felt when I heard the crying, a stab in my stomach
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began to climb up to my throat. My mom woke up. He saw
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the expression and asked me why he was crying, but as he approached he
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realized that it was not me who was crying. He looked down the hall
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and asked him to call the nurse to put something on that would take the
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pain away from me. I let myself go forward, despite the pain,
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but strangely, that made me feel a little less intense the feeling of palpitation
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in the stomach. The moment I made myself forward, I looked from my
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right side, looking to see that the nurse was coming with my mom to
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finish that torture. But what I saw terrified me to the point of thinking
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all over my body and increasing the pain I was feeling. I began to
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vomit out of pain, but in my mind I only thought about what a
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long- haired woman had just seen that could not look good. The face
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had appeared in my room, but I had only been able to see his
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hair, an arm and his long robe, which disappeared without touching the ground.
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As they started helping me get better, they turned on the lights.
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The doctor, the nurses and my mom started coming and going. Soon,
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the pain eased. I started falling asleep, but an alarm went off somewhere
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else. The nurse who was giving me medication immediately came out of the room,
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closing the curtains that divided our beds. The doctor, who was with
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me, started instructing my mom. In the distance he heard noises of many
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steps pulling things and between the movement some phrases of indication. My mom went
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out to see what was going on and immediately returned to me. He held
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my hand to ask me how he was. I told her she was gonna
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be okay. She believed the same thing, too. Then he hugged me
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slightly by telling me that he was going to pray a little for the person
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the doctors were helping in the other room. Tired I could barely be awake,
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but I' m sure I started hearing those sobs. That woman kept
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crying slowly, confusing her voice with those of other people who also cried,
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trying to contain her pain near my hands. My mom had put the rosary
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on the bed. I listened to her pray very quickly, while all the
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noise next door continued after a while the crying of an older woman was heard
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loudly and I opened my eyes. The lights were still on and a series
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of boxes flew out of the air and were somewhere in the hallway. Then
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there was an alarm. Some nurses began to pick up the empty boxes,
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complaining that the emergency door had been opened again alone. After a minute,
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the alarm stopped listening. My mom' s prayers didn' t stop.
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When I turned to see her I stood beside me, holding in bed the
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rosary that I had placed near my hands as I prayed with my eyes closed.
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Although everything was confusing, at that time I no longer felt the feeling
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of fear that had provoked me. The spasms and pain interrupted my mother'
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s prayer to tell her that I felt better if I told the nurse.
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She smiled at me, but she did not stop praying until the entire rosary
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ended. Then he went out to find the nurse who was tending to me
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and calmed down. I began to see that the light of dawn was visible
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in the distance. When the nurse came to take away the pots of medicine
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from those that go in my veins, she asked me if I felt well,
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if I wasn' t scared. I shook my head. After a
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while, I asked my mom if she knew what had happened in the next
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room. He came up to tell me slowly that a person had died in
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the next room. Something like that I imagined for all the crying I heard
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I asked him if there were many people with the deceased. She told me
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there was only one person, a man who was now crying standing in the
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hallway. I didn' t believe him. I told him he might have
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been confused. But the lady in the next bed, who was listening to
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everything, whispered to me that she had woken up from a woman' s
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cries. So he agreed with me. I had also heard that several people
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were crying, at least one man and one woman. My mom asked us
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to stop thinking about it u u. Then he told us that it would
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be best to ask for that person' s soul. Neither I nor my
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neighbor said more. It didn' t seem right to say anything else.
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The morning came soon the movement was the same. The only difference was that
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I could see how the body of the deceased person wrapped in sheets moved and
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I felt a horrible chill all over the body. Usually, you know someone
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dies, but you don' t feel a strong impact if you' re
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a stranger. I was even surprised to feel so bad about that person that
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morning. I didn' t hear the woman. My sister had stayed with
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me all day, from the afternoon until the next day and neither of us
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came to hear or see something like the previous nights, when we talked about
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those two nights, when I was already recovering at home, without agreeing,
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we thought that that woman was a spirit that had gone to look for that
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