La Bruja En El Hospital Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 I was a nurse by profession and as part of my work, I lived very close to death, with patients who unexpectedly died, with those who were very serious. When that happened, I had the feeling that death was passing by me because an unexpected cold swept through my body. On one occasion a man came complaining of a very severe pain in the stomach. After the doctor checked it and gave the treatment to follow, the pain did not decrease. I went to the doctor to tell him that the patient was still complaining of pain, so he increased the dose. I didn' t know what happened, but soon the man began to vomit blood and convulse. A few minutes later, he was left without life. When the on- call doctor checked him, he didn' t understand what had happened. Like the rest of the hospital staff, everything was so fast that it didn' t give a chance to react on behalf of the man. As part of my job, it was up to me to amortize a patient when I died. It was the first time I had done it with a person I had cared for with the respect I deserved. I prayed silently. I asked him permission to change his clothes and clean them calmly. I was undressing him to clean him of his own blood. I took off the serum and put a little patch on it to keep blood from coming out. After two years of working at the private hospital, I had the opportunity to go to work at Lyms. The

1:40 job was completely different compared to the private hospital I was working at. The influx of patients was high. I didn' t have a chance to take care of them. There were times when, in the least unexpected cases, when a woman or a man had left surgery well and waited for her discharge, they died suddenly. It was part of my job to be close to death. Death has always been linked to the cold, that coldness that reaches a lifeless body. In the same way, while I was working, I felt a slight cold wind that made me turn around to see where it came from. Usually, the windows of the hospital were closed, especially during the winter and rainy season, because, as I was on the eighth floor, the air gusts were very strong almost always closed. Feeling the cold wind within a few seconds died. A patient was as if death passed through one side of me and walked slowly towards his next victim. In the beginning I was filled with chills just thinking that I sensed her in her step. There was a time when a patient called me because I was cold. I understood that I was sorry because we were going through one of the coldest winters. I went to the linen room and brought him a green blanket. I put it

3:12 on him, but he kept saying he was so cold. He didn' t know what to do anymore, because his temperature began to decrease considerably. I never thought it was his near death, because he had a serious illness, but he was controlled. I already had her discharge ready for the next day. The moment I felt the same gust of cold wind, I couldn ' t believe it. I told myself that it was not possible if that man was stable, but within a few seconds he went into cardiac arrest. I immediately pressed the emergency button quickly. The emergency cart' s here. The doctor put the defribilizer on several occasions, but the patient did not react.

3:57 The doctor gave the time of death at three o' clock in the morning. That was the crucial moment when I convinced myself that I could perceive death. It was so close to me that I felt it. Soon after I was in that hospital. The head nurse sent for me and told me there was a vacant position at the medical center. It was my chance to get up a little bit. The head nurse, seeing my enthusiasm, told me there was only one problem. The apartment I had been assigned to in the medical center was the 11th floor within the medical staff. It was well known that in that particular area of the hospital the terminally ill persons they named evicted were placed. Very few of them had the chance to get out alive.

4:43 Almost everyone for the type of illness they had and the state they were in died in there I didn' t mind being sent to that floor. Not only did Lyms' medical staff know about that floor of the medical center. Social security users were also aware of this, because on several occasions it was my turn to listen when a doctor told the patient' s relative that they were going to move him to the 11th floor of the medical center. The son or daughter broke loose crying saying that if they sent her father or mother to that place it was because she was already evicted and no longer had a fight. When he heard the family member' s painful remark, it was true in that area, specifically in the medical center, that patients who already had a severe diagnosis were transferred and that only a miracle could save them.

5:38 It was true that most of the sick died, but not just on that floor. As a hospital with regional coverage, there were many hospitalized and, as many of them recovered favorably, others did not. On July 1st, I introduced myself to the head nurse on the 11th floor. It was the first time I went to the medical center as an employee. As I left the elevator and entered the floor, it seemed exactly the same as the rest of the hospital floors. The first thing I thought was that a myth and a halo of mystery had been created around the 11th floor. The head nurse assigned me the night shift. I' d be on top of my performance. I could change my shift later. I didn' t have any trouble working at night. I' ve been doing it for several years.

6:30 I was used to it. I showed up the next day at night. My check- in time was at eight o' clock at night. I was walking through a side of the medical center. On the side of the ramp, several patients were accompanied by a family member. Only the room in the back, room 27 remained with a patient. The other two stretchers were vacant and the sick woman had no companion. I found it strange, but I thought someone would come with her later. At the time I went to give him his medication, I read the metal folder in which the doctor' s instructions were in. Most of the medications were for the pain and so that he could sleep. I checked his vitals. She was unconscious, apparently, she didn' t even perceive. When someone was around, I introduced the first medicine with a needle. I checked that the serum drip was the right one. When I raised his hand to take his blood pressure. She held me by my arm. I thought I woke up, but it was only a reflection, because I was still asleep. I continued with the following patients. That' s when I sensed again that cold wind that crept into my bones. I had no doubt about the presence of death. She was walking down the halls to choose the person to take and so it happened.

8:03 Within seconds I heard the scream of one of the rooms, an elderly woman had just died. Two of the doctors on duty ran, but I knew that woman had died. I knew it because on this occasion I not only felt the cold of death, but I came to perceive a dark shadow that moved right in that room. A few minutes later, the head nurse told me that it was up to me to make the mortaja to the woman who had just died. With the same respect as ever, I started the whole ritual to her. It was necessary to remove the tube that had been inserted into his mouth, as well as the catheter that he had in his chest.

8:48 It was the first time I had a little fear because I could see a shadow in the corner of the room. I continued my work and when I looked back at that place, the shadow was gone. I could not believe that everything that was said about that floor was true, but I began to doubt it because after 2: 00 in the morning, when I finished checking the patients who assigned me, I went out a little bit into the lobby to get some fresh air. There were chairs in that place to sit down. From there you could see through the crystals, the nurses' headquarters and the two nearby corridors. To her I noticed a sort of steam that moved between the two corridors, a whitish smoke barely perceptible. Besides, I didn' t know why the lights were too low. There was only enough light to move between the rooms. I was going back to continue my work.

9:48 When a companion approached me a little disgruntled, she told me that she hated the night shift and more on that floor, because she was more gloomy than others, since something strange walked daily in the hallways and it was surely she who was responsible for everything. When I asked her who she was referring to, she told me that Mrs Maria in room twenty- seven. That ' s why no one came to look after her, because she was a witch. I couldn' t stay and ask her any more about that lady, because another of my colleagues told me to support her change. To la. Mrs Maria had become dirty because she no longer had control of her sphincters.

10:33 I immediately went to help her. The woman was still unconscious. Between the two of us, we changed his sheet and his robe. While we were doing so, the woman held my partner' s arm so tightly that I couldn' t get her to let go. My partner was already scared. The moment I got her to stop grabbing her, the patient remained unconscious. We got out of the room in a lot of fear. My partner told me she was a very strange lady. His vital signs indicated that he was in a vegetative state, but suddenly he had reactions like those of a moment ago on the floor. No one liked to take care of her for the same reason because something unusual happened every time at the nurses' station.

11:20 They called her the witch, since almost no one was going to visit her except for a granddaughter, who went in the afternoons, but only stayed for a while. My roommates were right. Every time I walked into room 27 I felt something strange. I had a feeling there was someone else inside. Besides that, something unusual happened to me with Mrs Maria. While I was doing my job, she began to move her lips as if she wanted to talk. I thought it would only be for a moment, but he kept doing it for several minutes until I heard a murmur. I thought someone else had entered the room, but I didn' t. It was just me and the lady. As soon as I finished giving her her meds, I went to the head nurse to tell her what had happened to Mary. With all the calmness of the world, she told me not to take into account any abnormal situation that happened with her. They were used to it. I wasn' t so sure it was such a simple thing. As I attended to other patients every time I passed through his room, I went in for a few seconds and felt as if I were aware of my presence, I moved some of the fingers of his hand into the early morning before going to rest a little bit I came to Mary' s room. I felt the feeling of cold. Again I stayed for a moment waiting for the worst within

12:54 a few minutes. One of the machines I was connected to began to warn that something wasn' t right right at once. Mary moved in a strange and grotesque way. His hands began to twist, as did his feet. Suddenly he opened his eyes. I had a feeling he was looking at me. That was impossible because the lady had brain death. Then he began to move his lips as if he wanted to tell me something straight away, opened his mouth and screamed. It was a horrible scream that was heard in the hallways right away. Several nurses and the doctor on duty went to see what was going on about her and other colleagues came in. Mary stood still with her eyes fixed on me. Then I saw clearly when he changed the expression.

13:46 It was the crucial moment when her eyes went out and her skin color changed. The death had arrived to take her The doctor by protocol checked her vital signs, but she was already dead. They all left the room. I stayed alone with her to clean her up and prepare her for her funeral. I disconnected it from the appliances, cleaned it carefully and left it ready. I left the room and continued my activities. The head nurse gave me Maria' s granddaughter' s number to warn her of her death. I had a strange feeling. Every time I went through Mary' s room.

14:26 I found it sad that she was alone in that place, because the granddaughter said she would arrive until the morning. In a moment I passed by I was struck by the impression that Mary moved her head towards me. I had left her with her right head, but now I had her turned around looking at me with my eyes open. I couldn' t handle it, and I immediately went to the lobby. She was very upset. It was the first time something like that happened to me. It was not possible that Mary had moved her head a little calmer. I went back to his room. Everything was in order. Mary had her head as she had already left it.

15:09 I didn' t know if it was true what I was living or whether everything was the product of my nerves Every time I had a chance I would go to see her, but everything went on the same way. I was calming down, believing it had been a misinterpretation of the facts. I closed the curtains on the windows. She didn' t need the moonlight anymore. At the time I did, I heard a voice telling me not to do it without turning around I got icy slow. I turned around to see who it was. Inside the room, we were just Mary and I slowly moved closer to the door to get away from the place, but Mary again spoke to me, asked me not to leave and to help her. Now I had no doubt that it was about her. It was Mary who was talking. For a moment, it crossed my mind that she would have been able to return to life and that it was all a mistake of the doctor.

16:11 But I remembered that I had brain death. It was impossible for him to be alive shaking. I walked slowly out of the room. I didn ' t want to spend another second with that living corpse. But I think Mary realized my intentions because she told me not to leave to help her, because she felt her hands and feet frozen. I didn' t know how to react. I was more afraid of that woman. I didn' t want to be in that room next to her, let alone touch some part of her body. I was determined to run away, but something made me come back and get close to his stretcher. She stretched out her hand to me when I touched her it was freezing like ice, just like her limbs, I did it quickly and told her I would be right back. I ' d go get the doctor to check on her, because it wasn' t common what had just happened. But she took me by my arm, as she did when I was alive, telling me not to, I just needed a little warmth from my hands. I kept rubbing his body to reactivate the circulation because it was in a blue hue. The algor mortis that was the temperature of a corpse was exactly the one she had. Little by little it decreased. I stayed with her for a few minutes that became eternal in

17:45 the face of any movement of mine. She was holding my arm so I wouldn' t leave her alone all the time. He asked me to give him a massage, but his body temperature never went up. It stayed that way. Mary suddenly began to speak with such memories of her childhood and of her youthful stage. It was very strange that he told me about events that took place a long time ago. With a shaky voice. He told me things that it was impossible for him to have lived them at the time. I let go of his hand. It gave me a horrible terror to be talking to that living corpse. She realized everything she smiled with a grotesque grimace. He seemed to have forgotten how to laugh. I couldn' t be there any longer. With difficulty, I managed to get out of her hand and ran away while she kept making fun of me. I didn' t go back to the room and I didn' t say anything. I was afraid they' d think I' d imagined. Everything was the new nurse on the 11th floor and I didn' t want to be returned to the hospital I was coming from every moment I was going to look into room 27 but she was still asleep or dead. I no longer knew what to think about it, nor did I dare enter the room again. The temperature of the place was always colder than normal. It was as if death was accompanying Mary. I finished my shift and ran out of the hospital. The next night was my break. I didn' t work until the other day.

19:18 Upon returning to my turn, the first thing I asked was for Mary. My partner. She told me that in the morning she was her granddaughter to pick her up. I didn' t know how to ask her about Maria. I just thought I' d tell her if everything was okay and she said yes. I didn' t want to dig into it anymore. I just went to the room, which was clean, the stretcher with the sheet clean and stretched. It was rare to feel the room temperature different, I felt it normal to date. I don' t know how to interpret that event. Sometimes my thought tells me that everything could have been the product of my fears and that maybe I imagined everything. It' s the first time I' ve told about what happened to me in the hospital, on the 11th floor From that time on, I didn' t see the flat the same way. I still see in the hallways a light fog that moves in the early morning. I think it' s about souls moving away from their bodies, or maybe it' s the way death takes to get close to their next victim. Story written and adapted by Adriana Cuevas