The Haunting Incident: A Chilling Story
There are experiences in life that leave an indelible scar, refusing to fade no matter how much time passes. This is the story of one such harrowing ordeal—a nightmarish encounter with the supernatural that still haunts me, making even mundane moments trigger waves of dread.
It was an ordinary night cloaked in darkness. As usual, I was on my way home. On a whim, I chose to take a familiar route—an old street that had been a cherished part of my childhood. This street was where my friends and I spent countless afternoons, racing our bikes and sharing secrets. We used to call it The Beast's Alley because of its towering trees and the eerie shadows they cast, making it perpetually dark even during the day.
That night, nostalgia drove me down the street. But as I walked, an unshakable sense of unease crept over me. It was as if the street no longer welcomed me but sought to warn me away. The stillness was oppressive, broken only by the sound of my footsteps.
Suddenly, I heard the unmistakable thud of someone running behind me. Startled, I turned, expecting to see a passerby, but there was no one there. The silence enveloped me again. I shrugged it off, convincing myself it was just my imagination.
As I resumed walking, the sound returned—footsteps, this time louder, closer. My heart raced. I spun around, my breath catching in my throat, but again, the street was empty. The shadows from the trees seemed darker, more sinister, as if they were closing in.
Desperate to get out of there, I quickened my pace. Then, in the reflection of a parked car's window, I saw it. A face. A figure lurking just behind me, reaching out as though to strangle me. My blood turned to ice. I spun around to confront the figure, fists clenched, only to find nothing. The air felt heavy, suffocating, as panic clawed at my chest.
I kept walking, trembling, when out of nowhere, I felt a crushing blow to the back of my head. The world tilted as blood streamed down my face. I turned and caught a glimpse of my attacker—a man wielding a hammer, his face obscured in shadows. Before I could react, darkness swallowed me whole.
When I awoke, I was lying in a hospital bed. My head throbbed, bandaged tightly, and my limbs felt heavy as lead. I pieced together fragments of memory and realized I had been attacked near the hospital. Strangely, I remembered walking in through a back entrance surrounded by thick, overgrown trees.
After being treated for a skull fracture and severe nerve damage, I left the hospital, shaken but alive. Three days later, I returned to the street with my brother, determined to uncover the truth and confront whoever had assaulted me.
We reached the spot where I remembered the incident—the hospital's back gate. I pointed it out to my brother. “It happened here,” I said. “I entered through this gate.”
My brother stared at the gate, his face pale with disbelief. “Are you sure? This gate looks like it hasn’t been used in decades.”
Frustrated, I insisted, “I swear on everything, I walked through this gate!”
We decided to speak to the hospital's management. The director listened patiently as I recounted the events. He confirmed my admission on the date and time I mentioned but frowned when I described entering through the back gate.
“That gate?” he said. “Come with me.”
He led us to the gate in question. It was rusted over, covered with vines and moss. The director's voice was grave as he explained, “This gate has been sealed for twenty-five years. It used to lead to the morgue. We stopped using it after numerous complaints from residents who said they heard wailing and screams at night. Since then, all bodies have been taken out through the main entrance.”
My blood ran cold. I had no explanation. How could I have entered through a gate that had been locked for decades? Worse still, the thought that I had been assaulted at the threshold of a morgue—by someone or something not of this world—left me paralyzed with terror.
To this day, I cannot shake the feeling that what attacked me that night was not human. It was something far darker, something malevolent, that had claimed The Beast's Alley as its hunting ground.