Ravi had just joined the night shift at the old city hospital, a place rumored to be haunted. Most staff avoided the third floor—an abandoned ward closed after a tragic fire years ago. But that night, Ravi heard a soft tapping sound coming from the dark corridor. Curious, he walked toward it, his flashlight flickering.
At the end of the hallway, he saw a woman in a white nurse’s uniform standing completely still. Her posture was stiff, unnatural. Ravi called out, “Ma’am, do you need help?” She slowly turned toward him.
His blood ran cold.
The nurse had no face—no eyes, no nose, no mouth. Just smooth, pale skin stretched across her skull.
Frozen with fear, Ravi watched as she lifted her hand and pointed toward Room 309—the room where a nurse had died in the fire. The air around him grew icy cold. Suddenly, the door of Room 309 slammed open by itself, and a chilling whisper echoed, “Help me…”
The faceless nurse glided toward the room without making a sound. Ravi ran downstairs, terrified. The next day, he reported the incident, only to hear a horrifying truth—
No nurse had worked that floor for 20 years.
And Room 309 had been locked since the fire
