The Echoes of Room 712
The Echoes of Room 712 Enjoy reading for free; if you like the story, and would like to offer a donation it would really be appreciated Blog Short Stories I also write short stories for all. Mail me at joubertles@yahoo.com Chapter 1 The hospital was unusually quiet that January night. The air seemed to hum with an expectant silence as if the building itself was bracing for an oncoming storm. I stood in the nurses' station, the clock on the wall marking time with a soft, persistent tick. It was 9 PM. The usual hustle of the evening shift was absent, replaced by an eerie calm. I hung the stethoscope around my neck and hurried toward room 712, the last room in the long corridor. The new patient, Mr. Williams, had been admitted just a few hours earlier—a solitary man with no visitors and nothing to say about his family. As I entered room 712, Mr. Williams looked up eagerly, only to look away in disappointment when he saw it was just me, his nurse. His blue eyes, set deep in a