03/18/2026
EVERY NIGHT, THE ORDERLY HEARD SCREAMS FROM ROOM NO. 7 WHENEVER AN UNKNOWN MAN VISITED THE ELDERLY PATIENT. ONE DAY, SHE COULD NO LONGER STAND IT AND HID UNDER THE BED TO UNCOVER THE TRUTH. What she saw filled her with true horror š¢ For several days, the orderly had been hearing strange sounds coming from Room No. 7. They were screams. Not loudāon the contrary, muffled, suppressed, as if someone was afraid of being heard. Each time they appeared at roughly the same hourātoward evening, when the corridors emptied and the lights grew dimmer. She would stop in the middle of the corridor with her bucket and listen. The hospital was unsettling enough as it was, but this crying seemed to cling to her nerves. It did not sound like an ordinary groan of pain. The orderly had worked there for a long time. The job was hard and poorly paid, but she endured it. She was used to the smells, the night shifts, and other peopleās suffering. But Room 7 began to disturb her more and more. An elderly patient lay thereāquiet, neat, always grateful for help. A broken hip, confined to bed. She rarely complained, but increasingly stared at the floor and flinched at sudden noises. Then a strange visitor appeared. The man came in the evenings. Always alone. Well dressed, confident, speaking calmly and politely. He introduced himself as a relative. After his visits, the elderly patient changed: her eyes became red, her lips began to tremble, her hands grew cold. Once, the orderly even noticed a bruise on her wrist. She tried to ask questions, but the patient immediately looked away and whispered that everything was fine. Her colleagues advised her not to interfere. ā Itās not your business. Heās a relative, so he has the right, ā they told her. But the crying returned again and again. One evening, the orderly heard footsteps outside the room. Then muffled voices. He was speaking harshly. The elderly patient murmured something, as if making excuses. There was a dull sound. And a short scream. That night, the orderly could not sleep. And she came up with a plan to find out the truth. If no one wanted to seeāit would be her. The next time, she entered the room early. The light was dim, the patient was asleep. The orderly lowered herself to the floor and with difficulty crawled under the bed. Dust, cold linoleum, rusty springs above her head. She was terrified. Footsteps in the corridor. The door creaked. He entered. The orderly could see only his shoes and the edge of the bed. At firstāsilence. Then his voice. He spoke to the elderly patient slowly, insistently. She began to cry. And then something happened that took the orderlyās breath away. š± Read more in Comment or Most relevant -> All comments š
