Video - Nightmare in Room 308

The flickering lights in St. Mary's Hospital cast erratic shadows, as Nurse Emily's footsteps echoed through the deserted hallway. A whispering breeze carried a metallic scent of blood. She reached Room 308, unnerved by the silence. The bed was empty, but crimson handprints led to the closet. Trembling, she opened the door. There, Dr. Harlow stared back, eyes hollow, lips sewn shut. His skeletal finger pointed to a corner where a dark figure crouched, weeping. "Help me," it rasped, Emily's face staring back at her from its twisted features. Panic surged; the door slammed, locking her in with her own nightmare.