Once, when I was a bit younger, me and some friends of mine went to investigate an old abandoned hospital. It had been in the process of completion for days, but for some reason they cancelled the building process. No one knew why they did it. For weeks it just stood there. So we decided we would go and check it out.
We went on our bikes and headed off-road, towards the building site, since there were no official roads that led there. Eventually, we arrived at the site. The building itself looked rather spectacular, and it would have been an excellent hospital. However, after looking at it for several moments, the feeling of dread and unwelcoming started to take root. It didn’t look spectacular anymore. It looked cold, forsaken and dead.
With hesitation scratching our backs, we went through a gap in the fence. Immediately at the entrance of the building, we heard noises from within the building. With our hearts pounding, we thought that there was someone there guarding the site. We quickly ran behind a container and hid ourselves. We heard the noise again, as if someone was banging a heavy object against a wooden plank. After a only a few seconds, it stopped. At this point, some of us were beginning to be really scared. Somehow, I don’t know how for the life of me, we managed to fight our fears and enter the building.
The main lobby was cold and dark, and there was no electricity. We could hear crackling noises everywhere. As we went deeper into the lobby, the noises faded. It seemed almost as if the air changed and got heavier. We came across a point where the shadows completely swallowed the hallway.
We started arguing amongst ourselves whether or not to go deeper. Then we heard a long, low-toned moan and it was coming from the direction we were facing. Out of the shadows stepped forth a kind of being that will haunt me in my dreams forever. It had a human-like figure, cloaked in some kind of robes. He didn’t seem to have any feet whatsoever, as he slowly swept towards us. We froze.
Our voices disappeared and all we could do was watch, in horror, as the being got closer and closer. The stench of rot filled the air. Covering his face was a hood, deep and black. There were no facial features to describe. At last, he stopped and raised his hand in our direction. His hand, so skinny that you could clearly see into the bone, raised it’s skeletal finger at us. At that time, we all screamed and ran. We ran so fast, we even forgot our bikes. It was almost night, and the skies had begun to darken.
We struck a pact that night, never to tell anyone about what had happened.
The building was demolished in the end. My heart was filled with relief, and it was as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, But he will always be there for us in our memories and in our dreams.
This story is one very true, as I was there and experienced these events at the time. Whether or not you wish to believe is entirely up to you.
Sent in by Einar, Copyright 2008 True Ghost Tales