Sequel to the first book of SRR: A filipino horror stories, this time it will take you back to the 80's.
Experience the terror of the 80's
All events in this book will be in the year 1984.
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A decrepit hospital in the outskirts of Manila, Philippines, 1984. This hospital, once an infamous mental institution, has now transformed into a general medical facility, but whispers of its dark past linger like the miasma in the air.
Dr. Rheena Alonzo had dedicated her life to healing others, her fervor ignited by a desire to help those cast aside. For years, she believed that anyone who entered her care deserved hope, especially within the crumbling walls of the Santo Niño Hospital. Yet, the hospital's history hummed like an unsettling current beneath its surface.
Rheena often caught flickers of old memories, like reflections in shattered glass. Resigned looks and muffled sobs echoed in the empty corridors as shadows seemed to dance just beyond her peripheral vision. At times, she would hear the faint sound of laughter that wasn’t there, leaving her with an uneasy chill that crept up her spine.
Cyrille, her boyfriend and fellow doctor, always seemed skeptical of her concerns. "It’s just the wind and the old building settling, Rheena," he would chuckle, brushing off her fears. Yet, even he couldn’t ignore the eerie unease that permeated the hospital.
One night, while on their usual late shift, the power flickered, casting the hospital in an unsettling dusk. The overhead lights groaned, struggling to stay lit as the shadows deepened. Rheena laughed nervously, and Cyrille encouraged her, “Let’s check on the patients. They might be frightened.”
As they made their rounds, they found patients whispering in hushed tones about “the voices” and “the patients who never left.” An uneasy knot tightened in Rheena’s stomach as she overheard one woman screaming in her room, “Get out! You’re not supposed to be here!”
When they reached Room 217, the door creaked open slightly, and an icy gust of wind whipped past them. Inside, they discovered an empty bed, but the air felt thick with an unseen presence. They exchanged worried glances, yet Cyrille pressed forward, curious. As he stepped inside, Rheena hesitated, feeling as if someone was watching her from the shadows.
Suddenly, a shout erupted from a nearby room, slicing through the tense silence. They hurried down the corridor to find another patient thrashing on the floor, her eyes wide with terror. “They see me! They want me!” she screamed, her hands clawing at the air as if grasping at invisible figures.
Rheena was about to approach when Cyrille seized her arm. “We need to get medical help, Rheena. This isn’t right.”
Before they could act, the room plunged into darkness. The unmistakable scent of decay enveloped them, as eerie whispers filled the air. And then, silence. When the lights flickered back on, the woman had vanished, leaving only an emptiness that hung heavy like a dense fog.
Days turned into an avalanche of terror as more patients began to disappear or descend into madness. Each night brought rumors of a spirit, a collective of former patients trapped in the shadows, their anguish manifesting through gruesome fates.
