The Haunted O.R.

Melissa could feel the presence as she set up for the operation. Placing the bowls into their stands, she could almost feel that there was someone in the Operating Room, watching her every move. However she was entirely alone.

“Oh you’re being silly!” Melissa said out loud to the empty room.

She chided herself for letting Peter’s story she had heard earlier about this room get to her. She could still see his eyes as he began the story.

“In the early 50s, a serial killer facing death row was brought in for emergency surgery. While they were struggling to put him under, he wouldn’t stop laughing, telling him that his work wasn’t finished and he would never stop. With his last breath he told them that death would be a release. Since the killer died, more people have died in this O.R. than in any other part of the hospital.”
“Also,” Peter had continued, “Late at night many people have heard Laughing coming from inside the O.R. Of course there is never anyone there, and no one goes in there on their own.”
“I don’t believe in nonsense like haunted places.” Melissa had stated. “I am not going to wait till you guys get back from your break before I start to set up. Anyway, unfortunately sometimes patients die. That’s life, but it was a very good story.” She had told him. All Peter had done was shake his head and walked down the hall to the tearoom.

Melissa had to admit, while she didn’t believe in all that spooky stuff, being alone in the O.R. was pretty creepy after hearing that story. Shaking her head Melissa continued setting out the instruments for the operation.

Focused on her work, the little beeps from the different machines faded out as her mind went through a checklist.

Bowls, Sponges, Dressings, Scalp…..

“Ha ha ha ha ha.”

The laughter sounded as if it came from just over her shoulder. Turning quickly, Melissa saw her hopes that Peter or one of the others were playing a prank fade quickly. The room was empty and she was still alone.

“Ha ha ha ha ha.”

The laughter came again, though it sounded like it was coming from everywhere.
“Ha ha very funny you guys!” Melissa called out. A slight waver of fear tinged her voice. “I told you I don’t believe in ghosts, you don’t scare me!”

“Ha ha ha ha ha.”

It was so loud.
“Enough! Stop fooling around.” She shouted.

“Ha ha ha ha ha.”

It seemed to vibrate off the walls.
“Oh come on! Grow up!” The fear in Melissa’s voice had been replaced with anger. “Come and help me set up if you have finished your break!”

Ha ha ha ha ha.”

This time it came softly from behind her. Melissa’s insides turned cold and her eyes widened as she felt hot breath on the back of her neck. Turning slowly around, Melissa found herself looking into a pair of insanity filled, bloodshot eyes. The top lip curled in a grin as the spirit of the serial killer laughed again.

“Ha ha ha ha ha.”

Peter and the others were returning to the O.R. when Melissa’s terrified scream echoed up the hallway. Running into the room, they found Melissa lying on the floor.
As Peter knelt down, he saw the terrified look that was etched on her dead face. Out of habit more than hope he felt for a pulse, but of course there wasn’t one.
“Maybe I should have told you that it wasn’t only patients that died in this O.R..” Peter whispered to Melissa as he closed her eyes with his fingers.

“Ha ha ha ha ha!”

The end

By N. P. Dobbin   for  www.allthingsspooky.com
© Copyright  19^th March 2008

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