The Last Patient of Room 13

The Last Patient of Room 13 – Part 2 The corridor outside Room 13 was unusually silent that night. Dr. Arjun Sen stood still for a moment, staring at the half-open door. The faint yellow light inside flickered like a dying candle. He could still hear it—the slow, rhythmic tapping he had heard the previous night. Tap… tap… tap… He checked the patient file again. Name: Unknown Age: Unknown Admitted: No record Status: ——— Blank. “Impossible…” he whispered. No hospital system could have a patient without records. Not here. Not in a place as strict as this. Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open. Inside Room 13 The room smelled different tonight. Not like disinfectant… not like medicine… It smelled old. Like damp walls and forgotten memories. The patient lay on the bed again, covered with the same white sheet. Completely still. But this time, Arjun noticed something new. The IV line was not connected. The monitor beside the bed was off. Yet— Beep… beep… beep… The sound echoed faintly in the room. Arjun’s heartbeat quickened. “That’s not possible…” He stepped closer. “Hello? Can you hear me?” No response. He slowly reached out and pulled the sheet down. The same pale face. Eyes closed. Skin almost grey. But this time… there was something written on his wrist. In red. Not blood… but something darker. A number. 13 The Nurse’s Warning “Sir!” Arjun turned sharply. Nurse Meera stood at the door, her face pale. “I told you not to come here at night,” she said, her voice trembling. “What is this place?” Arjun demanded. “Who is this patient?” Meera hesitated. Then she whispered— “There is no Room 13.” Arjun frowned. “What?” “In official records… this room doesn’t exist. It was sealed years ago.” “Then how am I standing inside it?” Meera didn’t answer. Instead, she slowly pointed toward the wall behind the bed. “Look there…” The Truth on the Wall Arjun turned. At first, he saw nothing. Then the flickering light revealed something scratched into the paint. Dozens of marks. Names. Dates. All carved deep into the wall. And at the center… one sentence repeated over and over: “DON’T LET HIM WAKE UP.” A chill ran down his spine. “Who wrote this?” he asked. Meera whispered— “Patients.” The Story Unfolds Years ago, Room 13 was part of an experimental wing. Terminal patients. No hope. No cure. Until a doctor claimed he could reverse death. Not delay it. Not treat it. But reverse it. At first, the results seemed miraculous. Patients who were declared dead… came back. Breathing. Alive. But something was wrong. They weren’t the same. They didn’t speak. They didn’t blink. And at night… they would all look toward Room 13. As if something inside was calling them. One by one… they disappeared. No discharge. No death certificate. Just… gone. Until one night— The hospital staff heard screaming from Room 13. By the time they broke the door open… Everyone inside was dead. Except one patient. The one on the bed. Back to the Present Arjun slowly turned back toward the patient. His throat felt dry. “You’re saying… he’s been here all this time?” Meera nodded. “Not alive… not dead.” “Then why isn’t this reported?” “Because every doctor who tried… disappeared.” Silence filled the room. Then suddenly— Beep… beep… beep… The monitor turned on. By itself. Arjun froze. The line that was flat just seconds ago— Started moving. The Awakening The patient’s fingers twitched. Slowly. Unnaturally. Arjun stepped back. “No… this isn’t possible…” The patient’s eyes opened. Completely white. No pupils. No emotion. Just… emptiness. Then he smiled. A slow, unnatural smile. And spoke for the first time. His voice was not human. It sounded like many voices speaking at once. “You… came back.” Arjun couldn’t move. “Who… are you?” he whispered. The patient tilted his head. “We were waiting.” Suddenly, the lights went out. Darkness swallowed the room. Meera screamed. And in that darkness— Something moved. Not just on the bed. But behind Arjun. The Final Moment A whisper echoed near his ear. Cold. Close. Too close. “Room 13… needs a doctor.” Arjun turned— But there was nothing there. When the lights flickered back on… Meera was gone. The door was closed. And Arjun was standing alone. Wearing a patient wristband. He looked down. His hands were shaking. On his wrist… written in red— 13 End of Part 2 (Part 3 will reveal what really lives inside Room 13… and why no one ever leaves.)