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Elena felt a chill. The hospital hadn't employed religious sisters since the late 1970s.

The patient smiled weakly. "The sister. The one in the heavy blue habit. She was so kind; she stayed with me when the pain was worst, praying softly until I fell asleep." Monjas, hospitales y fantasmas | Relatos del lado oscuro

As Elena backed away, she heard a whisper from the corner of the room, a voice like dry leaves: "She is rested now. Are you?" Elena felt a chill

Elena froze as the figure stopped in front of Room 402. The nun didn’t turn; she simply drifted through the heavy oak door. When Elena finally found the courage to burst into the room, it was empty of any living person. The patient was gone—transferred to ICU an hour earlier—but the ceramic cup was now full of water, cold as ice, and the faint scent of old incense lingered in the air. "The sister

Elena didn't wait for an answer. She finished her shift in the brightly lit cafeteria, knowing that in the "dark side" of the hospital, some vigils never end. Relatos del lado oscuro - Podcast - Apple Podcasts