Exploring abandoned places. -Scary places

Abandoned places are weird and scary, especially when you visit a hospital with everything scattered on the floor. Machines such as MRA that are very expensive are just left behind, and patient samples and blood all over the place make everything more scary.The walls, which had previously been white and sterile, had become blank canvases for neglect's mold and filth. Each footfall resounded like an eerie murmur, serving as a constant reminder of the life that before throbbed along these hallways. The strange and frightening echoes you could hear with every step you took gave the impression that a ghost was standing immediately behind you. This place was a graveyard of lost hope. I never stopped even a second since I was curious to know more. I took a risky move; perhaps I prayed to the gods for protection at every turn.

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I had the impression that I was the lead in a terrifying film with each step. I moved forward boldly, making mental appeals to all the gods I could think of. "Hey Zeus, could you help a little here, if you're not too busy hurling lightning bolts? And any peaceful energy would be very appreciated right now, Buddha!"

Honestly, if there was a god of stupidity, I'd be their poster child. But I was determined to uncover the secrets of this place, even if it meant facing whatever psychic shenanigan lurked in the shadows.

Scattered across the floor were the remnants of urgency—medical charts, syringes, and patient records strewn about like confetti after a forgotten celebration. It was as if time had hit the brakes abruptly. An MRI machine, worth more than a small fortune, stood silent and abandoned. For a minute, I stopped to question my mind why someone could leave such valuable machines behind.

Blood stains, now dark and crusted, told stories of pain and desperation. The scent of rust and decay mingled with the antiseptic odor that still clung to the air, creating a cocktail of unease.

Rooms were soundproof, with each room having CCTV cameras mounted on it. My conscious mind could not allow me to be interested in knowing what was in the CCTV footage. Why could doctors leave in a hurry? Why leave behind expensive machines? The pieces didn't fit; the dots refused to connect. There was a story waiting to be uncovered, a truth buried beneath layers of dust and decay.