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Lo que nunca DEBÍ haber PRESENCIADO - Historias De Terror - Voces De La Noche · Niebla en el bosque con Evelith von

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What happened to me at San Jose Hospital is something I have tried with all
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my being to forget. However, those memories pursue me and pursue me until
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the last of my days. My name is Alejandro and I worked as a
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doctor in that hospital practically since I finished my career. This story is something
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I have only shared with my closest colleagues, but now I feel I must
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tell it. Everything. He started a quiet day at the hospital. The
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weather was sunny and the daily routine followed its normal course. I was checking
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the history of a newly installed patient in room thirteen. When I first heard
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about him, no one knew anything about the person who had taken him to
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the hospital. Apparently, the only words I had exchanged with a nurse was
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a simple take care of them before leaving. Leaving him there, we didn
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' t know why he was so upset. His name was Diego and from
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the moment I saw him something didn' t fit. His eyes were glassy
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and his gaze was like he was seeing something the rest of us couldn'
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t see. My first encounter with Diego was brief, as he was busy
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with other patients, but his presence left a strange impression on me. I
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decided to keep him under observation until we could find out more about his medical
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history. The first nights were relatively quiet, but soon inexplicable events began to
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emerge. Patients and medical staff alike complained about hearing steps in the hallway when
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no one was supposed to be there. The lights flashed intermittently and sometimes felt
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a chill running around the back. When he was passing by Diego' s
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room. One of the nurses, Carmen, claimed to have seen Diego walking
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down the halls in the early morning sns unintelligible words. At first I didn
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' t give it much importance, but as time went by, strange incidents
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became more frequent. One night, while I was doing my night round,
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I found Diego standing by a window in the hallway, staring at the moon.
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His expression was distant, as if he were trapped in his thoughts.
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When I tried to talk to him, he didn' t answer, but
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his gaze followed me as I walked away. As I walked away from Diego,
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something inside of me urged me to look back and make sure that he
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continued in his strange trance. I turned around slowly and, to my horror,
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I discovered that the corridor was empty there was no sign of diego in
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the entire length of that corridor. That shook me deeply, as there was
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no chance that the patient would have walked so fast or hidden somewhere. Fear
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took over me. While my empty steps before took me immediately to room thirteen.
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The door was open and dim. The light in the hallway lit up
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the interior. As my eyes entered, they encountered a scene that left me
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breathless. Diego was there deeply asleep in his bed, just as he had
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been practically since he had entered because until that moment he had only risen occasionally
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to go to the bathroom. There was no way I could have gotten there
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in such a short time and I was paralyzed by confusion and terror. My
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mind was struggling to understand what was happening in that hospital. I decided to
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approach the diego bed trying not to make noise so I wouldn' t wake
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him up. His breathing was calm and regular, like that of someone who
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slept deeply. His eyes, which had previously been filled with a disquieting look,
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were now closed as if he were at peace. I sneaked away from
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his room and went back to mine. The door closed behind me with a
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sigh and I sat in the dark trying to process everything I had witnessed that
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night. My emotions were in a whirlwind of confusion and fear. One morning,
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while I was checking other patients in the adjoining rooms, I began to
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hear disturbing sounds that seemed grumpy from room thirteen. The grunts resounded in the
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stillness of the night, so vivid and realistic that I could not believe anyone
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could imitate them so accurately. They were terrifying and full of unfathomable anguish,
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intrigued and alarmed, I decided to go and investigate. My pulse accelerated as
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I approached the door of room thirteen. The dim light of the corridor barely
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illuminated the road, creating sinister shadows that moved on the walls. The cold
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became more intense as I approached the room. When I finally opened the door.
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I was paralyzed by what I saw Diego was in the middle of the
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room. His body twisted grotesquely. I was emitting those distressing grunts, but
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what struck me the most was his appearance. His skin paled to a gray
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tone and his eyes were completely blank, as if he were in a state
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of possession. Despite the horror I experienced at the time, I tried to
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stay calm and assume that what I was witnessing was simply an episode of epilepsy
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or another medical condition. I got close to Diego quickly and began to review
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his concerns about his well- being. However, when I arrived next to
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him, something extraordinary happened. Diego stopped emitting those terrifying grunts and suddenly,
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his face went from showing extreme anguish to a mocking, sinister smile. His
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eyes, which were previously blank, were filled with malice. A chilling laugh
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burst from his lips and his voice, which had been distorted by the grunts,
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now sounded clear and threatening. That was the first time since I had
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been admitted to the hospital, that I had heard him speak He questioned me
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if I was afraid, while thanking me for helping him. In a sarcastic
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way. My heart was pounding as I slowly receded, feeling that I was
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in the presence of something beyond my comprehension. Diego got into bed with inhuman
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fluidity, as if he were challenging the laws of physics. His laughter continued
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to fill the room. Resounding in my ears like a nightmare echo. After
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the night of confusion and fear in room thirteen I felt the need to share
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my experience with someone of confidence. My best friend at the hospital was Martin,
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a pediatrician who worked in a completely different area, which made him completely
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alien to the strange events that had been happening in my sector. When I
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finally found a moment to talk to him, his skepticism was evident from the
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beginning. To explain my first abnormal experience with diego, Martin suggested that I
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might have confused diego with another patient who looked like or had a nearby room.
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And as for the latter, he assured me that it should be a
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case of schizophrenia or other mental illness. Those explanations seemed reasonable at the time
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and although I was comforted by his attempt to explain something within me I still
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felt that something darker and sinister was at stake. The night everything got worse,
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Martin and I had a guard, we decided to take a short break
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to go get something to eat at a food stand not far from the hospital.
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When we returned to our area, we met a nurse named Ana,
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who was visibly upset. His eyes were in two reddened by the crying and
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he seemed to be in shock. When we got closer to her, we
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saw with horror how she bled to lots of her arm. We could not
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see the wound because it covered it with its other hand to try to stop
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the blood. But even if we couldn' t see her, we knew
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it was a serious thing. Ana' s vision in that state of shock
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was shocking. Martin and I approached quickly, but Anne could not articulate her
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words immediately. His distressed expression said more than any verbal description. Finally,
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Anna was able to relate what had happened to her. I had gone to
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room thirteen to change the patient' s serum, a routine task in the
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hospital, but what happened next was anything but routine. The patient in room
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thirteen the same diego who had been the epicenter of my nightmares and strange experiences
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in the hospital. They fell over her fiercely and bit her in the arm
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with extreme violence, Martin and I were amazed at Ana' s story.
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The gravity of the situation was beyond comprehension. We had never experienced anything like
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this in our time in the hospital and the image of a patient acting that
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way was terrifying. Faced with the disturbing news of what happened to the patient
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in room thirteen, Martin and I reacted quickly. We rushed to the room
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in question with the heart, beating strongly on our breasts. The atmosphere became
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even more oppressive as we approached the door and came across a scene that challenged
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any logical explanation. The patient' s room was in complete disarray. The
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furniture and objects that had previously been in place now lay scattered on the ground
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as if an invisible force had thrown them away with violence. But the most
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disturbing thing was Diego' s twisted figure in his bed. The patient twisted
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frantically as if possessed by a supernatural force. He uttered terrifying screams in an
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indecipherable language. His words seemed to emerge from the depths of hell. His
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eyes, once glassy and lost, were now filled with manic and terrifying intensity.
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Martin and I approached with caution trying to calm the patient in the midst
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of his violent agitation. But Diego was like a loose force and his physical
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strength was huge. Every attempt to contain it resulted in a desperate struggle and
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his screams continued to fill the room, rumbling in our ears like a macabre
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echo. The situation became unsustainable and we finally had to call security. Four
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heavy men came to our aid, but even with their strength combined with having
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to diego, resulting in a titanic task. His movements were wild and chaotic,
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as if possessed by demonic force. It was a desperate struggle in which
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we were involved and every moment seemed like an eternity. Diego was still screaming
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in that indecipherable language. His eyes, injected into blood, looked through us
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as if we were nothing but shadows in his madness. After an arduous effort,
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we managed to immobilize diego. His muscles were tense and his breathing was
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agitated, but his gaze was still full of manic intensity. We had to
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tie him to his bed and still remained under the constant supervision of security personnel
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and specialized medical personnel to make sure that he did not harm himself or someone
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else. The tension in the hospital had risen to unimaginable levels. The experience
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of dealing with such a patient in that state had left an indelible impression on
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all of us. The paranormal events we had experienced had become much darker and
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more threatening than we had imagined. As the hours passed the mystery behind diego
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behavior it seemed increasingly unfathomable. Doctors and psychiatrists tried to understand what had led
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him to that state, but the answers remained elusive. The patient in room
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thirteen had become an enigma, wrapped in darkness and madness. Nights in the
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hospital became even more disturbing after the episode with impatientness. Paranormal phenomena that had
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previously been strange and sporadic intensified. Shadows without shapes, moved through the halls
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and heard incomprehensible whispers in the shadows. The air became dense and oppressive,
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as if impregnated with a malignant presence, As the days turned into weeks or
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n n ns the demon patient continued in his state of extreme agitation. Attempts
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to communicate with him resulted in more screaming and incoherent words. Every time we
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approached his room, we felt a sense of imminent danger, as if we
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were facing something beyond our comprehension. The situation with the patient in room thirteen
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became increasingly untenable due to his violent behaviour and the attacks he had directed against
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medical and security personnel. A decision was made to keep him bound indefinitely to
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prevent him from causing further harm. It was a drastic measure, but there
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were not many options available, given the unpredictability and violence with which he acted
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every night, a staff member was required to provide the necessary medication to the
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patient. The procedure became a task feared by all, as it was never
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known when it might react violently. The tension in the hospital was palpable and
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the feeling that we were trapped in an endless nightmare became more and more real.
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One of those nights it was my turn to supply the drugs. The
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room was bathed in the dim light of a night lamp and the patient lay
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tied in his bed in apparent calmness. His eyes were closed and his breathing
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was regular. For a moment I dared to think that this time it would
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be different, that I could carry out the task without incident. However,
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just when I approached with the vial of medicine in hand. The patient'
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s eyes opened wide His gaze was penetrating as if he were seeing through my
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soul. I stood still, surprised by the intensity of his gaze and then,
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without warning, began to laugh. His laughter was creepy and terrifying,
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as if he was enjoying some twisted joke that only he understood the sound.
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It filled the room and resonated in my ears causing my skin to rise in
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terror. I decided to continue the task despite his disturbing laughter. I filled
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the syringe and approached his arm. When I tried to administer the medicine,
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his laughter intensified and it was as if he was making fun of me as
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if he knew something I didn' t understand. Finally, I managed to
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supply the medicine, but the laugh of diego did not stop. It was
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a sinister laugh that filled the room and seemed to fill the entire hospital.
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My heart was pounding in my chest as I walked away from his bed wishing
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to escape that nightmare. I went to the door of the room in the
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hope of going out and leaving behind that chilling encounter, but when I tried
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to open the door, something strange happened. The door closed sharply in front
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of me, as if someone or something had pushed him hard from the other
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side. My heart accelerated as I tried to open the door over and over
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again, but it seemed sealed like I was trapped in a nightmare. At
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that moment, the laughter of the demon patient reached its most frightening point as
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if I were enjoying my despair. I tried to scream for help, but
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my voice got lost in the echo of laughter. I was trapped in the
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room with the patient, whose macabre laughter filled the air and clung to my
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mind like an endless nightmare. My despair increased as I tried to open the
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door that separated me from the nightmare unfolding in the patient' s room.
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My hand clung to the handle, but the metal surface was extremely hot to
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the touch, as if exposed to a scorching temperature. The burning in my
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skin was added to the torment felt at that moment by the laughter of the
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patient, who had been maddening suddenly stopped. It was an abrupt silence,
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a strange twist that only increased my fear. His eyes were still nailed to
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mine and his smile, though disturbing, did not disappear. And then something
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happened that overcame any previous horrors. The patient opened his mouth grotesquely with an
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amplitude that seemed impossible. I thought his jaw would snap at any moment.
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His mouth was a dark and terrifying abyss and from it indescribable noises began to
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come out. They were sounds, demonic and twisted, as if something evil
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had taken hold of his voice. What was even more frightening is that the
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patient was not moving his lips to gesticular. He just opened his mouth and
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the sounds sprang out of his throat. My eyes were filled with tears as
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I listened to those noises unable to understand what was happening. And then the
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sounds began to take shape to make sense. The unmistakable screams of my younger
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brother filled the room. He had lost the battle against cancer years ago and
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his voice, though heartbreaking, was unmistakable. He asked me for help,
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he told me he couldn' t see me that he was alone and scared.
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Tears were running down my cheeks. As I listened to his words full
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of pain and despair, my brother claimed to have left him alone in his
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fight against illness, and his words were an echo of the guilt he had
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borne for so long. The emotional impact of listening to my brother in the
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middle of that nightmare was overwhelming I did not know how long I had spent
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in that room, lost in a whirlwind of emotions. Finally, the medical
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staff managed to break the door and pull me out. From there. I
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gave up hospitals that very night, unable to bear more terror and mystery.
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My friend Martin told me that the patient in room thirteen died three days after
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the incident with me. He refused to eat or drink as if something had
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completely broken his spirit. Although I left San Jose Hospital, the nightmares and
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memory of that night never left me. Experience. It left me marked for
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life and I faced the reality that there were things in this world that escape
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any logical explanation. San Jose Hospital became a cursed place in my memory a
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constant reminder of what I should never have witnessed anonymous account