February 28, 2025 • 15 mins
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Speaker 1 (00:03):
Welcome to a truly haunted podcast.
Speaker 2 (00:08):
Southy Nows is here with us.
Speaker 1 (00:11):
The podcast that brings you weekly true ghostly stories. In
this podcast, you'll delve into the depths of some of
the darkest paranormal experiences that cannot be defined by anything
(00:31):
less than truly haunting. Haunting. Now, sit back, relax, and
let's begin our journey into the mysterious and unknown.
Speaker 3 (00:57):
Welcome to a truly haunted podcast. I'm your host, Eve
s Evans. Today we have another haunting story for you,
So sit back and relax because ghost stories are up next.
Speaker 4 (01:14):
Bloody Mess. I'll never forget the story he told me, Tyler,
the man who used to run the more get that old,
now abandoned hospital in town. As a doctor, I've always
been careful with my medical tools, even borderline obsessive. You
can't afford to lose anything during an operation or autopsy.
(01:37):
Not only could it be dangerous for the patient, but
it could also lead to lawsuits or losing your license.
Remember that gunshot victim, Tyler asked me one day, his
eyes glazed over as if he's reliving a memory, the
one with the fatal wound to the chest. Let me
tell you what happened when I went back to work
next morning. As he told the story, I could feel
(01:59):
the chills the Morg's refrigerated room and almost taste the
stale air. I imagine him entering the dimly lit basement,
the sound of the elevator humming behind him. He approached
the door, slipping the keyn into the lock and turning
it with a soft click. Something felt off, he recalled,
the unease clear in his voice. When I opened the door,
(02:24):
this metallic smell hit me like a wave. It was
unmistakable blood. Tyler described, flipping on the lights, recoiling at
the sight before him. The floor wasn't just covered in blood,
it was smeared with red footprints, as if someone had
paced around the room barefoot. His stomach churned at the thought.
(02:45):
As doctors, we've all stepped in bodily fluids, but we
wear shoes. This person, they seemed unfazed by the blood,
continuing to walk around as if it were completely normal.
How would do something like this, I wondered aloud, feeling
a shiver run down my spine. Your guess is as
(03:06):
good as mine, he replied, shaking his head. But that's
not even the strangest part. He went on to describe
the trail of foot prints leading away from a wall,
the same wall where the refrigerated lockers held the bodies
of deceased Patience. The row of lockers where the Prince
had begun contained only one body, that of the gunshot
victim he'd been assigned to examine. Nothing could have prepared
(03:30):
me for what I found in there, he said, his
voice barely above a whisper. The white shoe was pristine,
no blood or anything out of the ordinary. But then
I saw the scalpel. Someone had plunged it into the
center of the man's chest, lodging it into his breastbone.
There was no sign of bleeding, of course, his heart
(03:51):
had already stopped when I put him in there. Why
why would anyone do this? I shook my head, unable
to find an answer. We sat in silence, the weight
of his story hanging heavy in the air, And though
I knew I should feel terrified, a small part of
me couldn't help but wonder who or what was responsible
for such a chilling scene. Then I stared at the
(04:17):
bloody footprints on the floor, my heart pounding in my chest.
The scent of metallic blood fills my nostrils, making me
want a wretch that I can't look away? How did
this happen? Who's responsible? Maybe it was an accident, I'm mumble,
trying to rationalize the scene before me, an accident. A
(04:38):
nearby nurse scoffs. You think someone walked around barefoot and
blood and didn't notice? Then, what do you suggest? I snapped,
feeling defensive and unnerveed. I don't know, she says, shaking
her head. Put something's off here. I consider the possibilities.
Someone could have done a procedure and left without cleaning up,
(05:00):
but that seems unlikely. Maybe someone from the mental wing
had found their way down here and disturbed one of
the remains to stretch, but not impossible. As I followed
the trail of prints, I noticed they lead directly to
the refrigerated locker where I'd stored the gunshot victim just yesterday.
Swallowing hard, I approached the locker and hesitantly open it,
(05:21):
bracing myself for the worst. The white sheet covering the
body is completely devoid of red markings. My eyes lock
onto the area of the drape which covers the man's chest.
It's pressed up in a peculiar way, as if something
had been placed there. Look at this, I whispered the nurse,
who's now standing beside me, as I pulled back the
(05:42):
sheet revealing the body. I'm shocked if I know marks
or blood that hadn't been there the day before. However,
there's something undeniably unsettling. A scalpel has been plunged into
the center of the man's chest, lodged firmly into his
Breastpot do this, the nurse asks, her voice barely audible.
(06:05):
I don't know. I admit my hands trembling, but we
need to find out. It'd be some sort of sick choke,
she suggests, her eyes wide with fear. Maybe, I say,
trying to suppress the growing dread within me, But I
can't shake the feeling that there's something more to this,
something sinister. We stand in silence for a moment, the
(06:31):
chilling atmosphere of the more going heavy on our shoulders.
As much as I want to dismiss the scene before
us as a twisted brank or an unfortunate coincidence, I
can't ignore it, the gnawing sensation that there's a darker
force at play here. When that's far beyond our understanding.
Let's report this to security, I suggest, my voice wavering,
(06:56):
maybe they can help us figure out what happened. Good
idea degrees her face, pale. I'll go talk to Spetnik
while you do that. As we exit the morgue, the
door creaks shut behind us, ceiling in the grizzly scene
and its haunting secrets. But even as we walk away,
I know that the image of the bloodied footprints and
the scalpel lodged in the man's chest will remain etched
(07:19):
in my memory, a chilling reminder of the unknown terrors
that lurk in the shadows. I can't shake the image
of the bloodied footprints and the scalpel lodged in the
man's chest as I make my way down the sterile hallway,
my footsteps echoing in the empty space. The nurse from
earlier had gone to inform her superior about the disturbing discovery,
leaving me alone with the task of seeking answers from
(07:41):
security Doctor Matthews. A voice calls out as I approach
the security office, what brings you here this early, Hi, Steve,
I reply, trying to remain, trying to maintain a steady
tone despite the unees gnawing at me. I was wondering
if I could take a look at the footage from
last night outside the morgue. Sure thing, he says, his
(08:02):
brow furrowing with curiosity. Is there something wrong, maybe, I say, hesitantly,
not wanting to divulge too much information just yet. I
just need to check on something, all right? Then? Steve nods,
unlocking the door and leading the inside. The room is
dimly lit, filled with monitors displaying various locations throughout the hospital.
(08:23):
He pulls up the desired footage on one of them,
the timeline showing the night before. Let's see, he mutters,
fast forwarding the recording to the moment I left the morgue.
The playback is sped up and we watch intently, searching
for any sign of activity near the door. The hours
tick by on the screen, but no one appears. I
feel my chest tightening, anxiety mounting with every passing minute.
(08:47):
If no one went in, how did it happen? Is
there something supernatural at play? I push those thoughts aside,
focusing on the task at hand. Wait, I tell Steve,
placing a hand on his arm. Can you rewind that
he obliges, returning the footage to normal speed. As the
image of myself appears on the screen entering the morgue
(09:10):
this morning. As the door closes behind me, I see
something that makes my heart race, A faint, ghostly figure
of a man standing just outside the morgue entrance. Did
you see that? I asked Steve, my voice shaking. See what,
he replies, his eyes glued to the screen. Right there,
I pointed the figure, which has now vanished into thin air.
(09:32):
There was someone there, Dr Matthews, Steve says, gently, placing
a hand on my shoulder. I've watched this footage countless
times and I've never seen anyone there. Maybe you're just
seeing things, maybe, I agree, trying to convince myself that
it's all in my head. But as we continue to
(09:52):
watch the footage, the image of the ghostly figure lingers
in my mind, fading the growing dread within me, and
deep down, I can't shake the feeling that there's something
more to this, something far beyond our understanding. Cold sweat
trickles down my forehead. As I leave the security office,
I mind racing with questions and fear. The sterile hospital
(10:12):
lights cast eerie shadows on the walls, heightening the sense
of dread that fills me. The scent of antiseptic in
the air does nothing to call my nerves, only serving
as a cruel reminder of the gruesome scene I encountered earlier,
Doctor Matthews. A voice calls out, breaking my suffocating silence.
I turn to see Jane, one of the nurses, approaching
(10:34):
me with concern in her eyes. Is everything all right?
You look shaken? I forced a weak smile, trying to
hide my inner turmoil. Just a long day, Jane, nothing
to worry about, Are you sure, she asks, clearly, not convinced.
You know you can talk to me if something's bothering you. Thanks,
but I'm fine, I assure her, though my own words
(10:57):
sound hollow to me. I just need some rest. I
better good night and continue down the hallway, the weight
of the unanswered questions bearing down on me. As I
retrace my steps back to the morg my thoughts are
consumed by the ghostly figure from the security camera. Could
it be the spirit of the dead man seeking vengeance
for his untimely death, or perhaps a malevolent energy wreaking
(11:18):
havoc within the hospital. The metallic smell of blood grows
stronger as I approach the morgue, and my heart pounds
in my chest. My hands tremble as I unlock the door,
bracing myself for whatever horrors await me inside. This has
to be a joke, I mutter to myself, trying to
shake off the terror that threatens to overwhelm me. There
has to be a rational explanation for all this. But
(11:40):
as I step into the morgue, the sight of the
bloody footprints and the scalpel lotch and the man's chest
sends a shiver down my spine. I can't deny it
any longer. Something unnatural is at work here, all right,
I whisper, stealing myself for what must be done. If
it's answers you want, the answers you shall get. I
(12:01):
carefully remove the scalpel from the corpse, my hands studied,
despite the fear gripping my heart. Holding the instrument with
both hands, I look around the room, addressing the unseen
presence I can feel lurking in the shadows. Is this
what you wanted, I asked, my voice trembling slightly. Did
you want me to see your hand? He work to
know that you were here. Silence answers me, but the
(12:25):
air in the room feels charged with tension and malice.
I shudder, feeling as though icy fingers are tracing patterns
on my skin. Show yourself, I demanded, my voice stronger. Now,
if you have a message for me or anyone else,
then reveal yourself and let us be done with this.
The morgue remains silent, yet the sense of dread only grows.
I can taste the metallic tang of blood in my
(12:47):
mouth and the chilling touch on my skin. Intensive eyes. Please,
I plead, my bravado evaporating, tell me what you want,
but there is no response, only the silence of the morgue,
distense of death and nannexplained horror that has shaken me
to my core. As I stand there, scalpel in hand
(13:08):
and terror claim at my heart, I can't help but
wonder if I will ever find the answers I seek,
or if the truth behind this chilling mystery will forever
remain locked within these haunted walls.
Speaker 2 (13:22):
Thank you for tuning in to a truly haunted podcast.
Don't forget to check out our Patreon page for bonus content,
exclusive episodes, and much more. Stay tuned to next week
for a whole new haunting episode.
Speaker 1 (13:47):
From the twisted mind of co hosts paranormal author Eve
s Seven's and James curou comes a delightfully haunting podcast,
Forever Haunted. Forever Haunted. Every Saturday, James and Eve delve
into haunted places, artifacts, urban legends, paranormal happenings, and much more.
(14:15):
Every Thursday, join James and Eve for True Crime Thursday,
where they delve into a deviously sinister true crime story
to chill your bones. Chill your bones, Stay tuned to
Forever Haunted podcast, available on all podcasting networks SAI
Welcome to a truly haunted podcast.
Speaker 2 (00:08):
Southy Nows is here with us.
Speaker 1 (00:11):
The podcast that brings you weekly true ghostly stories. In
this podcast, you'll delve into the depths of some of
the darkest paranormal experiences that cannot be defined by anything
(00:31):
less than truly haunting. Haunting. Now, sit back, relax, and
let's begin our journey into the mysterious and unknown.
Speaker 3 (00:57):
Welcome to a truly haunted podcast. I'm your host, Eve
s Evans. Today we have another haunting story for you,
So sit back and relax because ghost stories are up next.
Speaker 4 (01:14):
Bloody Mess. I'll never forget the story he told me, Tyler,
the man who used to run the more get that old,
now abandoned hospital in town. As a doctor, I've always
been careful with my medical tools, even borderline obsessive. You
can't afford to lose anything during an operation or autopsy.
(01:37):
Not only could it be dangerous for the patient, but
it could also lead to lawsuits or losing your license.
Remember that gunshot victim, Tyler asked me one day, his
eyes glazed over as if he's reliving a memory, the
one with the fatal wound to the chest. Let me
tell you what happened when I went back to work
next morning. As he told the story, I could feel
(01:59):
the chills the Morg's refrigerated room and almost taste the
stale air. I imagine him entering the dimly lit basement,
the sound of the elevator humming behind him. He approached
the door, slipping the keyn into the lock and turning
it with a soft click. Something felt off, he recalled,
the unease clear in his voice. When I opened the door,
(02:24):
this metallic smell hit me like a wave. It was
unmistakable blood. Tyler described, flipping on the lights, recoiling at
the sight before him. The floor wasn't just covered in blood,
it was smeared with red footprints, as if someone had
paced around the room barefoot. His stomach churned at the thought.
(02:45):
As doctors, we've all stepped in bodily fluids, but we
wear shoes. This person, they seemed unfazed by the blood,
continuing to walk around as if it were completely normal.
How would do something like this, I wondered aloud, feeling
a shiver run down my spine. Your guess is as
(03:06):
good as mine, he replied, shaking his head. But that's
not even the strangest part. He went on to describe
the trail of foot prints leading away from a wall,
the same wall where the refrigerated lockers held the bodies
of deceased Patience. The row of lockers where the Prince
had begun contained only one body, that of the gunshot
victim he'd been assigned to examine. Nothing could have prepared
(03:30):
me for what I found in there, he said, his
voice barely above a whisper. The white shoe was pristine,
no blood or anything out of the ordinary. But then
I saw the scalpel. Someone had plunged it into the
center of the man's chest, lodging it into his breastbone.
There was no sign of bleeding, of course, his heart
(03:51):
had already stopped when I put him in there. Why
why would anyone do this? I shook my head, unable
to find an answer. We sat in silence, the weight
of his story hanging heavy in the air, And though
I knew I should feel terrified, a small part of
me couldn't help but wonder who or what was responsible
for such a chilling scene. Then I stared at the
(04:17):
bloody footprints on the floor, my heart pounding in my chest.
The scent of metallic blood fills my nostrils, making me
want a wretch that I can't look away? How did
this happen? Who's responsible? Maybe it was an accident, I'm mumble,
trying to rationalize the scene before me, an accident. A
(04:38):
nearby nurse scoffs. You think someone walked around barefoot and
blood and didn't notice? Then, what do you suggest? I snapped,
feeling defensive and unnerveed. I don't know, she says, shaking
her head. Put something's off here. I consider the possibilities.
Someone could have done a procedure and left without cleaning up,
(05:00):
but that seems unlikely. Maybe someone from the mental wing
had found their way down here and disturbed one of
the remains to stretch, but not impossible. As I followed
the trail of prints, I noticed they lead directly to
the refrigerated locker where I'd stored the gunshot victim just yesterday.
Swallowing hard, I approached the locker and hesitantly open it,
(05:21):
bracing myself for the worst. The white sheet covering the
body is completely devoid of red markings. My eyes lock
onto the area of the drape which covers the man's chest.
It's pressed up in a peculiar way, as if something
had been placed there. Look at this, I whispered the nurse,
who's now standing beside me, as I pulled back the
(05:42):
sheet revealing the body. I'm shocked if I know marks
or blood that hadn't been there the day before. However,
there's something undeniably unsettling. A scalpel has been plunged into
the center of the man's chest, lodged firmly into his
Breastpot do this, the nurse asks, her voice barely audible.
(06:05):
I don't know. I admit my hands trembling, but we
need to find out. It'd be some sort of sick choke,
she suggests, her eyes wide with fear. Maybe, I say,
trying to suppress the growing dread within me, But I
can't shake the feeling that there's something more to this,
something sinister. We stand in silence for a moment, the
(06:31):
chilling atmosphere of the more going heavy on our shoulders.
As much as I want to dismiss the scene before
us as a twisted brank or an unfortunate coincidence, I
can't ignore it, the gnawing sensation that there's a darker
force at play here. When that's far beyond our understanding.
Let's report this to security, I suggest, my voice wavering,
(06:56):
maybe they can help us figure out what happened. Good
idea degrees her face, pale. I'll go talk to Spetnik
while you do that. As we exit the morgue, the
door creaks shut behind us, ceiling in the grizzly scene
and its haunting secrets. But even as we walk away,
I know that the image of the bloodied footprints and
the scalpel lodged in the man's chest will remain etched
(07:19):
in my memory, a chilling reminder of the unknown terrors
that lurk in the shadows. I can't shake the image
of the bloodied footprints and the scalpel lodged in the
man's chest as I make my way down the sterile hallway,
my footsteps echoing in the empty space. The nurse from
earlier had gone to inform her superior about the disturbing discovery,
leaving me alone with the task of seeking answers from
(07:41):
security Doctor Matthews. A voice calls out as I approach
the security office, what brings you here this early, Hi, Steve,
I reply, trying to remain, trying to maintain a steady
tone despite the unees gnawing at me. I was wondering
if I could take a look at the footage from
last night outside the morgue. Sure thing, he says, his
(08:02):
brow furrowing with curiosity. Is there something wrong, maybe, I say, hesitantly,
not wanting to divulge too much information just yet. I
just need to check on something, all right? Then? Steve nods,
unlocking the door and leading the inside. The room is
dimly lit, filled with monitors displaying various locations throughout the hospital.
(08:23):
He pulls up the desired footage on one of them,
the timeline showing the night before. Let's see, he mutters,
fast forwarding the recording to the moment I left the morgue.
The playback is sped up and we watch intently, searching
for any sign of activity near the door. The hours
tick by on the screen, but no one appears. I
feel my chest tightening, anxiety mounting with every passing minute.
(08:47):
If no one went in, how did it happen? Is
there something supernatural at play? I push those thoughts aside,
focusing on the task at hand. Wait, I tell Steve,
placing a hand on his arm. Can you rewind that
he obliges, returning the footage to normal speed. As the
image of myself appears on the screen entering the morgue
(09:10):
this morning. As the door closes behind me, I see
something that makes my heart race, A faint, ghostly figure
of a man standing just outside the morgue entrance. Did
you see that? I asked Steve, my voice shaking. See what,
he replies, his eyes glued to the screen. Right there,
I pointed the figure, which has now vanished into thin air.
(09:32):
There was someone there, Dr Matthews, Steve says, gently, placing
a hand on my shoulder. I've watched this footage countless
times and I've never seen anyone there. Maybe you're just
seeing things, maybe, I agree, trying to convince myself that
it's all in my head. But as we continue to
(09:52):
watch the footage, the image of the ghostly figure lingers
in my mind, fading the growing dread within me, and
deep down, I can't shake the feeling that there's something
more to this, something far beyond our understanding. Cold sweat
trickles down my forehead. As I leave the security office,
I mind racing with questions and fear. The sterile hospital
(10:12):
lights cast eerie shadows on the walls, heightening the sense
of dread that fills me. The scent of antiseptic in
the air does nothing to call my nerves, only serving
as a cruel reminder of the gruesome scene I encountered earlier,
Doctor Matthews. A voice calls out, breaking my suffocating silence.
I turn to see Jane, one of the nurses, approaching
(10:34):
me with concern in her eyes. Is everything all right?
You look shaken? I forced a weak smile, trying to
hide my inner turmoil. Just a long day, Jane, nothing
to worry about, Are you sure, she asks, clearly, not convinced.
You know you can talk to me if something's bothering you. Thanks,
but I'm fine, I assure her, though my own words
(10:57):
sound hollow to me. I just need some rest. I
better good night and continue down the hallway, the weight
of the unanswered questions bearing down on me. As I
retrace my steps back to the morg my thoughts are
consumed by the ghostly figure from the security camera. Could
it be the spirit of the dead man seeking vengeance
for his untimely death, or perhaps a malevolent energy wreaking
(11:18):
havoc within the hospital. The metallic smell of blood grows
stronger as I approach the morgue, and my heart pounds
in my chest. My hands tremble as I unlock the door,
bracing myself for whatever horrors await me inside. This has
to be a joke, I mutter to myself, trying to
shake off the terror that threatens to overwhelm me. There
has to be a rational explanation for all this. But
(11:40):
as I step into the morgue, the sight of the
bloody footprints and the scalpel lotch and the man's chest
sends a shiver down my spine. I can't deny it
any longer. Something unnatural is at work here, all right,
I whisper, stealing myself for what must be done. If
it's answers you want, the answers you shall get. I
(12:01):
carefully remove the scalpel from the corpse, my hands studied,
despite the fear gripping my heart. Holding the instrument with
both hands, I look around the room, addressing the unseen
presence I can feel lurking in the shadows. Is this
what you wanted, I asked, my voice trembling slightly. Did
you want me to see your hand? He work to
know that you were here. Silence answers me, but the
(12:25):
air in the room feels charged with tension and malice.
I shudder, feeling as though icy fingers are tracing patterns
on my skin. Show yourself, I demanded, my voice stronger. Now,
if you have a message for me or anyone else,
then reveal yourself and let us be done with this.
The morgue remains silent, yet the sense of dread only grows.
I can taste the metallic tang of blood in my
(12:47):
mouth and the chilling touch on my skin. Intensive eyes. Please,
I plead, my bravado evaporating, tell me what you want,
but there is no response, only the silence of the morgue,
distense of death and nannexplained horror that has shaken me
to my core. As I stand there, scalpel in hand
(13:08):
and terror claim at my heart, I can't help but
wonder if I will ever find the answers I seek,
or if the truth behind this chilling mystery will forever
remain locked within these haunted walls.
Speaker 2 (13:22):
Thank you for tuning in to a truly haunted podcast.
Don't forget to check out our Patreon page for bonus content,
exclusive episodes, and much more. Stay tuned to next week
for a whole new haunting episode.
Speaker 1 (13:47):
From the twisted mind of co hosts paranormal author Eve
s Seven's and James curou comes a delightfully haunting podcast,
Forever Haunted. Forever Haunted. Every Saturday, James and Eve delve
into haunted places, artifacts, urban legends, paranormal happenings, and much more.
(14:15):
Every Thursday, join James and Eve for True Crime Thursday,
where they delve into a deviously sinister true crime story
to chill your bones. Chill your bones, Stay tuned to
Forever Haunted podcast, available on all podcasting networks SAI
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