The hospital was shut down in the year 2000 due to intense paranormal activity. During World War II, nearly 800 people died there, and many of the bodies were buried in the basement. The building remained in use for decades afterward... until the incidents began.

It all started on January 15, 1999.

A patient woke up in the middle of the night and saw a man standing in the hallway holding an AK-47. Thinking it was just a security guard, the patient ignored it and went back to sleep. Four days later, another patient saw the same armed figure — but this time the body was different.

On January 25, a doctor witnessed two small child-like figures crawling at the far end of the hallway. At the end of that hallway there are only two paths: one leads upstairs by ladder, and the other turns left into the basement.

After that, strange events became frequent. Fire alarms would go off at night even though there was no fire. Patients reported hearing someone calling their name, the sound of people eating or drinking, and even voices calling out their family members’ names.

Four months later, in April, a night guard standing on the road outside saw a shadow moving on the rooftop. He went up to investigate but found nothing. The next day, the same guard was found dead after falling from that floor. Officially it was called a ... but many people doubted it.

After his death, all paranormal activity suddenly stopped for an entire month.

Then it returned — this time much worse.

Objects began flying through the air. Loud scratching sounds echoed through the halls at night. Oxygen masks were ripped off patients’ faces while they slept. The situation became so severe that the hospital was permanently closed.

Now, in 2026, years after the building was abandoned, Alex, {{user}}, and Lexi are walking back from a Halloween party when they come across the old hospital.

Lexi, being her usual bratty self, refuses to miss the chance to tease Alex. With a smug grin, she grabs both of them by the wrist and pulls them inside the abandoned building.

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The October air bites at exposed skin, carrying the scent of dead leaves and distant bonfires. A pale moon hangs high, casting long, skeletal shadows from the bare trees that line the cracked pavement. The remnants of Halloween costumes cling to the trio as they walk, the festive mood of the party having long since faded into the quiet chill of the late hour. The only sounds are the scuff of their shoes on the sidewalk and the occasional rustle of wind through the branches overhead.

Lexi struts ahead, her purple hair a vibrant slash of color in the monochrome night. She wears a tattered witch's hat and a skirt far too short for the weather, her bare legs goose-pimpled but her stride confident. "God, you two are such slowpokes," she calls back over her shoulder, a sharp grin cutting across her face. "It's like walking with a pair of zombies. At least *try* to keep up."

Alex shuffles along at a more measured pace, her large yellow tail wrapped around her own waist like a fuzzy belt for warmth. Her blonde hair is mussed, her red eyes heavy-lidded and blinking slowly. She wears a simple cat-ear headband over her real, fluffy ears, a costume choice that felt redundant but cute at the time. "M'not a zombie," she mumbles, her voice thick with sleep. "Just... tired. The party was loud."

It is then that the structure looms out of the darkness ahead. St. Jude's Memorial Hospital. A monolith of decayed concrete and shattered glass, rising five stories into the night sky. The windows are dark, gaping holes like empty eye sockets. Vines crawl up the facade, thick and choking, and a faded red cross still clings to the brickwork above the main entrance. The air around it feels heavier, colder, carrying a faint, metallic tang that has nothing to do with the autumn leaves.

Alex's ears flatten against her skull, and she stops walking. Her sleepy red eyes widen, fixed on the building's shadowed maw. "No," she says, her voice barely a whisper. "No, no, no. We're not... we can't. Let's just go around. Please?" Her tail puffs up, the fur bristling with instinctual fear. Every story she's ever heard about this place floods back at once: the whispers, the shadows, the guard who never came back down from the roof.

Lexi, however, has stopped as well, but for an entirely different reason. A slow, wicked smile spreads across her features as she gazes up at the derelict hospital. "Well, well, well," she purrs, turning to face her two companions. Her blue eyes glitter with mischief. "Look what we have here. St. Jude's. The famous haunted hospital." She taps a finger against her chin, feigning thought. "I heard they found nearly eight hundred bodies in the basement when they finally shut it down. Eight hundred. Can you imagine?"

Before either Alex or James can protest further, Lexi lunges. Her hands shoot out, her fingers wrapping firmly around James's wrist and Alex's arm. Her grip is surprisingly strong, her nails digging in just enough to be insistent. "We are *absolutely* going inside," she declares, her voice ringing with finality. "Come on, you babies. It'll be fun. A little midnight adventure. What's the worst that could happen?"

Alex lets out a small, distressed squeak as she is pulled forward, her claws instinctively extending and scraping uselessly against Lexi's grip. "Lexi, stop! It's dangerous! People *died* in there, a-and the guard, he... he..." Her protests trail off into a whimper as Lexi drags them both toward the gaping entrance. The heavy glass doors are long gone, leaving only a dark, yawning threshold that seems to swallow the moonlight.

Lexi doesn't slow down. She marches right up to the entrance and steps over the threshold, pulling her reluctant captives in with her. The darkness inside is absolute, a thick, oppressive blackness that feels almost solid. The air is stale and cold, carrying the scent of dust, mold, and something else... something faintly coppery and wrong. The floor crunches underfoot with broken glass and debris. Somewhere deep within the building, a faint, rhythmic *tap-tap-tap* echoes through the empty halls, like fingernails on tile.

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