Ghost Villa

Former Hospital Part 3

Keep the Night

Aini was still confused by what she experienced last night. He clearly met and helped Dr. Arwani deal with the patient. But, why did it suddenly turn into an empty warehouse. He then told his mother about the incident.

“Whose doctor name did you say?”

“Doctor Arwani, Bu.”

Bu Hani was silent for a moment.

“Why, Mom?”

“Nothing. Can you request a transfer of practice?” ask Bu Hani.

“It seems you can't, Mom. Did you know Dr Arwani?”

“Iya. I know,” Bu Hani's face looks anxious.

“Who is he, Ma?”

“Bad devil, Son. Mother's friend had also been bullied by Dr. Arwani. I didn't know you practiced at that hospital.”

“How to, Bu?” Aini also looked frightened.

“Do not worry.”

Ms. Hani moved out of her son's room, she took an amulet from the closet. The amulet was wrapped in transparent plastic, inside the plastic was a piece of paper folded up into a rectangular shape.

“Where is your wallet?” Bu Hani thrust his arm.

Aini took out her wallet from inside the bag and handed it to Bu Hani.

“Nak, this is Mom slipping a powerful talisman in your wallet. Remember, do not let this amulet disappear, yes.”

Aini nodded her head, without asking any questions.

Meanwhile at the hospital, Angga was sitting while re-examining the IGD visitor data sheet. In the room were two people who were hospitalized, both of whom had dengue fever. Their platelet records are of concern so should be treated.

Beside Angga, there was a doctor Diong who was busy writing medicine prescriptions for patients. In the hospital, if there is no general practitioner who is on guard, so every patient who is on medication in the middle of the night is referred directly to a doctor who is on guard at IGD.

Not long ago, the IGD door was hit by force to make a thumping sound. Two men carry a woman who is critical. They both panicked and immediately laid the woman on the patient's bed.

“Collision victims, Doc! Please help soon!” pinta is one of those men.

The age of women who are critical in the range of twenty years, still look very young.

“Severe bleeding, Doc,” said Angga, this is the first time he has treated a critical patient.

No action was taken, the woman took her last breath. His body was not strong enough to withstand the extremely severe bleeding.

“She's dead. Are these fathers his family?” ask Doctor Diong. They both shook their heads.

“Not Doc. So this woman was in a wild race and before she got to the finish line, she had a single accident, Doc.”

“Then you guys ready?”

“We're spectators, Doc. No one wanted to take this woman to the hospital. On fear of them.”

“You know who this woman is?” ask doctor.

They shook their heads again.

“Did you guys find this lady ID?”

“No Doc, just look. He doesn't even have a wallet.”

“Angga, please take it first to the morgue, yes.”

“Good, Doc."

The body of the unidentified woman was laid on top of the safe and Angga pushed her to the morgue, while Diong's doctor was still talking to the two men. Arriving at the morgue, Angga is greeted by a man on guard.

“Ya, come in,” welcome the morgue guard guy. He was old, his hair black and white. His body was thin dry to the point that the veins on his arms stood out.

“Shortly yes. I love the marker first his corpse,” old man looks busy looking for something in his shirt pocket and pants.

“Ouch! Lock the closet. Where is ya?” he patted the jidat.

“Serious, Sir?” timpal Angga's.

“Iya. Oh, like I missed it in the toilet. You wait here first, yeah. I'd like to grab the key first.”

“Oke, Sir. Don't be long, yes.”

Angga was left alone in the morgue. After a few minutes, the old man did not show up. Angga started to fidget, he was pacing around at the mouth of the door. Occasionally checking his watch, he had to go to the IGD again.

“Mas...”.

Without Angga guessing, there was the sound of a woman greeting him. He looked back, how surprised Angga was when he saw the corpse of the woman sitting while smiling at him. Both of the women's eyes were still closed.

Devil's Nest

Angga screamed in fear and then ran as hard as he could towards the IGD room. Gasping for breath, he explained what he had just seen to Doctor Diong. Obviously Doctor Diong was surprised to hear Angga's explanation, they then rushed to the Corpse's room. Upon arrival, the woman's corpse was lying back on top of the gurney and was lifeless.

“Ah, you make it up,” Doctor Diong is upset at Angga.

“What's up, Doc?” ask the morgue guard.

“Dok's oath, I saw the woman alive again,” Angga sergeant who remained insistent that he did not see wrong.

“It looks like you mostly watch horror movies,” timpal Doctor Diong.

“Hah? Alive again? You are a timid time, hahaha..,” the mortuary guard laughed at the words of Angga.

“Ya already, let's work again,” Doctor Diong went from there.

While Angga was still standing at the mouth of the door while staring at the corpse of the woman. Something is wrong with this hospital.

Late at midnight, Angga went outside the hospital to rest, coincidentally right in front of the hospital there was a fried rice merchant. He approached the merchant and sat down on the customer's bench.

“It's been a long time here, Bang?” ask Angga.

“Wah already a dozen years, Mas,” replied the fried rice merchant while busy cooking.

“A long time ago also yes, Bang.”

“Iya Mas's. I feel at home here.”

No need to wait long, fried rice orders Angga finally ready to be served. The aroma is tempting, Angga eats voraciously while occasionally playing his cellphone.

“Good, Ma'am,” says the merchant.

Angga was too focused on food and his mobile phone, he did not have time to look at the woman.

“Pedas no, Ma'am?”

“Ngak, Bang. I don't like spicy.”

Unintentionally, Angga turned to look at the woman and he was surprised because it turned out that the one who was ordering fried rice was his patient who had just died from an accident. Sontak Angga spewed the unfinished rice he chewed.

“Se... Satan!” Angga panicked, he did not see the existence of the fried rice man.

Angga stood up, about to run away. But, suddenly the fried rice man stood before him headlessly.

“Where are you going? Pay first, Mas.”

The fried rice man held his right hand, asking for payment. Angga fell unconscious to see the creepy incident. The next morning, he was already lying in the hospital room.

Since the incident, Angga has not been in practice for three days. He is still traumatized by what he has experienced. Aini had persuaded him to return to duty, but Angga still did not want to. He even wanted to move the practice location.

“We must move or resign. The hospital was very haunted, dear,” Angga said as Aini visited him at home.

“I submitted it to the campus, but it was rejected. We must still complete the practice at that hospital.”

“No, it's too dangerous. I'm sure the hospital is a den of demons.”

“Hus! Don't be careless by the way,” cut Aini.

“Yes, you rest at home. Remember my words, do not resign, yes,”.

At other times, Aini's turn is on guard at night. Just like Angga, he also experienced strange events. That night, the hospital was empty of visitors. Aini came out of the toilet and saw someone's footprints on the floor. The trail was muddy, Aini then followed it.

Increasingly followed, the trail turned out to lead to the morgue whose door was open. The room lights are off, Aini turns on her cell phone flashlight. Curious, he entered the morgue. While calling Mr. Lukman, the guard. “Pak Lukman?”

"Sir?"

But there was no one there. He continued to follow the trail that led to the corner of the room. And there, Aini found a rectangular hole. The hole was quite deep, but Aini was able to see to the bottom with the help of a cell phone flashlight.

“Maybe there's another fix,” said Aini slowly.

But when Aini was about to come out of the morgue, there was the sound of someone crying from inside the hole earlier. Aini did not get up from there, she slowly turned her head into the hole and directed the flashlight back. Inside the hole, Aini saw a woman in white with hair on her shoulder crying over a baby wrapped in a shroud.

“Please my son...,” the woman looked up, looked up at Aini from inside the hole while crying.

“I... How can I be here?” ask Aini while scared.

“My son, Ma'am. Please my son,” without answering Aini's question, the mother kept asking for help.

“Kid mom why?”

“Mati.”

Aini was surprised to hear the woman's answer. He covered his mouth with his palm. It was as if he could barely speak.

“Shortly! I call someone first to help mom out of this hole, yes,” hesitates Aini stepped out of the room.

However, suddenly the woman's arm in the hole protruded long. That hand was clutching Aini's ankle. Just so you can Aini screams for help. He fell to the floor and was pulled very firmly into the hole.

Aini's hand can still hold on to the edge of the hole. She was crying for help. Surprisingly, no one came to help him. Not even the mortuary guard showed up. I don't know where the old man went.

“Close with us!” whisper a woman in the hole.

Aini can still survive. However, I don't know how much longer he can hold on. Sweat drenched his face. Many times his arms inched forward trying to get out of the hole.

Aini looked down at the bottom of the hole. He cried out in fear when he saw dozens of people cramming the hole. They all looked at Aini with cold and creepy looks.

It feels like it can no longer survive. One grip off. A few seconds later, the other hand came off. Before Aini fell into the hole, someone clasped her right hand. That's Dr. Arwani. He smiled at Aini.

“Quiet, Son,” slowly doctor Arwani took it out of the hole.

Aini's clothes were soaked in sweat. He did not say thank you to Dr. Arwani but just went away crying in fear. While running down the corridor, he meets Mr. Lukman, the mortuary guard.

“Pak, in the morgue..,” Aini regulates his breathing.

“Why?” Mr. Lukman looked confused.

“There's a demon, sir. Father don't go there first.”

“Satan where?”

“Community room, Sir. In the morgue,” Aini's breath is still panting.

“Quiet, Mbak. In this hospital there are no demons, kok.”

Regardless of Mr. Lukman's explanation, Aini just ran away. He told the officers at the hospital. On the way, Aini returned to cross paths with someone. This time with a security guard.

“Pak Ruslan, please Sir! There's a demon in the morgue.”

Mr. Ruslan did not look shocked or panicked. He even relaxes.

“Don't be surprised, Ma'am. In this hospital there are indeed many demons,” replied Mr. Ruslan.

“That's important Ma'am should be careful. Who is polite and does not talk of any kind.”

“Ah, what is this guy, anyway? Even nakutin,” Aini left Mr. Ruslan and ran to the IGD room.

There are patients who are on medication. This time Aini as much as possible did not create panic. He adjusted his breathing and helped the doctor to treat the patient. After the patient came home, then Aini told what she had experienced to the doctor.

Along with the other nurses, they came to the morgue. Surprisingly, the hole disappeared. There was nothing in the morgue.

At other times, a clue to the puzzle Aini experienced begins to find a bright spot. While cleaning her mother's room, Aini accidentally finds a notebook under the bed.

Slowly Aini opened it. It's kind of a diary. Aini knows that writing style. It was clear that it was his own mother's writing. He read the first page of the diary.

Dear Diary

It's been four days that I've seen that madman pacing around my house. I'm afraid he's doing something. I drove her a few times, but she always came back.

“Aini!” not finished Aini read, her mother came and forcibly seized the notebook.

“Don't carelessly read Mom's book. Not polite!”

Aini's mother was angry. He then burned the notebook and scolded Aini. Aini apologized several times. Never had Aini seen her mother that angry.

Aini wondered, why does her mother look so panicked? If it was just an ordinary diary, there should be no need to get angry like that.

Look forward to the story of the Former Hospital next