𝚶 𝐧 𝐞 𝚩 𝐲 𝚶 𝐧 𝐞 || 8 people 8 deaths

.15.

The investigation took a chilling turn as the officers meticulously reviewed the hospital's surveillance footage. The lead detective, standing with her arms crossed, watched the screens intently.

"Anything?" she asked, her voice tight with tension.

The technician shook his head, baffled. "Nothing. No one entered or exited Ben's room. It's like whatever happened in there... was done by an invisible force."

The detective frowned. "That's impossible. People don't just die without someone or something causing it."

A seasoned officer, leaning against the wall, spoke up. "What about the supernatural angle? I know it sounds crazy, but given what happened at that lake house..."

The detective sighed, rubbing her temples. "We can't rule anything out at this point. We need to gather more information on that house and its history."

Meanwhile, inside the hospital, nurses and doctors were on edge. Whispers of what had happened to Ben spread like wildfire, casting a pall of fear over the usually sterile environment. Patients and staff alike felt an unseen presence, a lingering darkness that seemed to haunt the hallways.

In the break room, a group of nurses huddled together, speaking in hushed tones.

"This is insane," one nurse said, her hands trembling as she held her coffee cup. "First, those kids died in that house, and now this? It's like something followed him here."

Another nurse nodded, her eyes wide with fear. "I heard from a friend that the lake house has a dark history. Strange disappearances, deaths... and now this."

Back in the makeshift command center, the detective received a call from an officer who had stayed behind to examine the lake house.

"Detective, you need to hear this," the officer said, his voice tense. "We found an old journal in the basement. It talks about rituals, summoning entities, and the need for blood sacrifices. It might explain the strange occurrences."

The detective's grip tightened on her phone. "Bring it in. We need every piece of evidence we can get."

In Ben's hospital room, the eerie silence was interrupted by the flicker of the lights. One of the forensic team members, carefully dusting for fingerprints, paused, feeling a sudden chill.

"Did you feel that?" he asked his colleague.

"Yeah," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's like... we're not alone."

The atmosphere grew thicker with each passing minute, the sense of dread almost palpable.

As night fell, the hospital staff tried to go about their duties, but the fear lingered. The detective knew they were racing against time to uncover the truth before more lives were lost.

She gathered her team. "We need to dig deeper into the history of that lake house and any connections to this hospital. There's something we're missing, and it might be the key to stopping this."

Determined to find answers, the detective and her team worked through the night, piecing together the puzzle that had cost so many lives. The shadow of the unknown loomed large, but they pressed on, driven by the hope of finally putting an end to the terror that had claimed Ben and his friends