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Elena froze as the figure stopped in front of Room 402. The nun didn’t turn; she simply drifted through the heavy oak door. When Elena finally found the courage to burst into the room, it was empty of any living person. The patient was gone—transferred to ICU an hour earlier—but the ceramic cup was now full of water, cold as ice, and the faint scent of old incense lingered in the air.

The patient smiled weakly. "The sister. The one in the heavy blue habit. She was so kind; she stayed with me when the pain was worst, praying softly until I fell asleep." Monjas, hospitales y fantasmas | Relatos del lado oscuro

The old General Hospital was a labyrinth of cold tiles and echoing hallways. For Elena, a young nurse on the graveyard shift, the silence of the maternity ward was never truly silent. It hummed with the rhythmic beep of monitors and the distant, unexplained shuffling of feet. Elena froze as the figure stopped in front of Room 402

Elena didn't wait for an answer. She finished her shift in the brightly lit cafeteria, knowing that in the "dark side" of the hospital, some vigils never end. Relatos del lado oscuro - Podcast - Apple Podcasts The patient was gone—transferred to ICU an hour