The 8th Floor

I just recently read a story that was somewhat similiar to mine. So I thought I'd share with you my story.

When I was younger I had some health problems. Only once did I ever have to stay a few days in the hospital. When I was 10 I was sent to the hospital. When I was in the hospital I met this girl named Isabella. She was a year older then me. By the end of the first day, we became great friends.

So the next day Isabella and I spent the day together. We visited all the floors (I forget how many, but at least 10 or so). Every floor except one. One of the nurses told us to stay away from floor 8. So, of course, as small kids, when we were told to stay away from something, it only made us want to see it more.

That day we stayed away from the floor. But in the middle of the night (around 3am), I woke up. I didn't know the rules of the hospital, so I'd thought it'd be fine if I got up and went to see Bella (my nickname for her). So I got up and left the room. I went into the elevator and hit floor 4 (or so, I can't exactly remember what floor she was on, but I knew back then).

So the elevator started to go up. Now I was only suppose to go to up 1 or 2 floors. But it felt a little longer then that. So I looked up and I noticed I was higher than floor 4. I was already to floor 6, and the elevator kept going until I hit floor 8. When I hit floor 8 the doors to the elevator opened. I wasn't really scared, I just thought I may have hit 8 instead of 4 by accident.

I was going to hit the button to go back down to floor 4, but then I remembered that the lady said not to go to floor 8. So, of course, I get out of the elevator and started to walk slowly down the halls. There were no lights on in this floor. It looked like a very old floor. Kind of broken-down. Possibly renovations, I didn't know.

So I take one turn in the hallway and I hear this voice. And I remember very clearly what it said. "Hello!" Is what the voice yelled. Now, this was not a nurse's voice. This was a little girl's voice. Like 6 or 7. Now you'd think that'd be creepy? No. I just thought that maybe a girl came out of her room or something. Sure, the hair on the back of my neck was standing, but that was only because the girl startled me.

So I turn around and I see no one. I thought "Hey, maybe she left..." So I looked around the corners. Nope. No one. Here comes the very creepy part. I hear this faint laughter. It sounded like the girl. But if it were day time and there were people walking about, you'd think "Hey, what cute laughter..." No. It was just me. And it scared me half to death.

So then I decided I'd go back to my room. I headed straight to the elevator. I kept hitting the button to go down. The doors opened and I ran in and hit button 2. The floor I believe I was staying on. When I finally get to floor 2, I hear the girls voice again. I remember very clearly what she said. "Let's play tomorrow..."

Of course, I ran straight to my room, got under my covers, and stayed there the rest of the night. Now you may think this story isn't scary, but I was only 10. Walking in those halls full of complete darkness. And I've never told anyone about my experience there. Not even Isabella (who I never played with again when I left the hospital). I never walked those halls again, heck, I never went into that elevator again. I'm now a stairs person. Amen for stairs!

This happened 3 years ago. To this day that girls voice freaks me out. I only went into that hospital one other time, to visit my Auntie. Same hospital. But when the lady said my Auntie was staying on floor 8, I quickly got out of the hospital. I knew I wasn't welcomed there. And I knew the girl didn't want me there. I never stepped foot in that hospital again. You could offer me a thousand dollars and I wouldn't go back on that floor. Never walk the floors so late. And always listen to the nurses. God bless you all!