Episode Details

Welcome to Spooky Boo’s Scary Story Time. I am your host Spooky Boo. Tonight I have for you 3 creepy stories about hospital rooms. If you would like to following along in the story while reading, please visit creepypastascarystories.com. I’d love for you to listen to read my stories. Check out scarystorytime.com for more information.Now let’s begin…Story Number 1Room 250by GreyOwlIn the twenty years I have been a doctor, I’ve never regretted it. Having the power in your hands to save someone’s life is what I live for. Patients come to me on their death bed, confessing their love to the spouse standing next to them, thinking they are on their way to judgement day.No patient assigned to me has died. Ever. I take pride in that and I receive the highest grade of satisfaction whenever my patient is back on their feet.My wife and children do not understand why I can’t be home all of the time. My wife, Stephanie, has always hated my working hours but loved the money that supported her many addictions. Sometimes I wish I could scale back; sometimes I wish I could have family outings in the park, playing a good ol’ game of football with my boys. But, the hospital needs me. I’d rather save someone’s life than satisfy my own needs. Even if it sacrifices my relationship with my family.Today, I’m working in the burn unit. The unit most doctors try to avoid. I walked passed many open doors on my way to the assigned patient, peering in to see the scorched faces of children and adults. I shined them all a smile, attempting to brighten up their day before ending my walk at room 250.Quickly, I realized the severity of the case once I laid eyes upon him. The patient lying in the bed was covered from head to toe in bandages. I approached the patient, staring intently upon the countless tubes connected to him.“Hi, I’m Dr. Edenburg,” I said.The heart rate monitor continued to sound as I checked the oxygen tank next to the bed. I knew he wasn’t going to respond. He was brought in hours ago and has been in a coma since, but it’s always important to socialize with patients who are comatose. Though they cannot speak, they can hear everything.“We are going to get you better, okay? You have my word,” I said as a nurse walked into the room.She changed the IV bag before staring at the heart rate monitor.“He’s been steady ever since I got here,” I said.She seemed to nod her head before glancing at the patient.“Please, get better,” she said before walking out of the room.I smiled at her gesture, though she wasn’t there to witness it. It wasn’t encouraged to get attached to patients, but attaching yourself to someone who you are around for a substantial amount of time is human nature.“I’ll check on you every few hours but that lovely nurse will be here for you more frequently. Don’t worry, I think she’s single,” I said smiling.I took a look one last time at the heart rate monitor before disappearing into the hall. Instinctively, my stomach began to growl. Being that it was well past my lunch break, it had every reason to be upset with me. So I hurried to the cafeteria.As usual, it was jam packed with staff members but near the television seemed to be unusually crowded. Though my stomach was gurgling for food, I walked towards the crowd.“What’s going on?” I questioned.Everyone sat still, listening in on the reports of a tragic car crash on the highway.“Police say the car is being inspected for foul play after the man driving the car crashed into several vehicles before igniting, causing at least a dozen injuries and several fatalities,” the reporter said.I stood speechless as I listened in on the nurses conversations.“Room 250,” I heard someone whisper.Quickly, I concluded the patient in room 250 was the man in the report. It was a bit saddening. He hadn’t been some idiot that lit a cigar