A haunted hospital lay in the wake of a mountainous ravine. Once it resided among a simple feudal town that was now lost to earthquakes. Only the place of treatment remained spookily in perfect order. On all sides gnarled oak wrought shadows of terror on the overgrown grass.

The hospital itself was something of a grim house of death. It seemed to posses a delightfully sadistic quality that would ward off all that only one with such levels of audacity (which would have matched that of the heros from the tales of old) would venture further then its obsidian gates. Its darkened grounds were eternally benighted and enshrouded in a wickedly dense fog.

If one was to brave the walk up to its crucifix-inscribed doors they would be presented with medieval filth. Upon pushing the worm-eaten doors a sight of dancing horror would be revealed. Old blankets lay scattered indiscriminately all around. Human remains and spilt potions contributed to the dreadful odor. Vermin still gnarled at the ancient feces and decomposed vomit. Broken furniture could be seen up against its putrid walls. And cobwebs hung like clouds across the ceiling. Its dirt floor now infested with burrows of untold terror.

And unless the unwary traveler hadn't already fled in fear, the nurse would present herself. A once youthful and beautiful maid, now a twisted cleaver wielding menace. Her cold pupil- less eyes brought fear to the hearts of the strongest men. She would give off an aluminous pasty glow. Her tattered robes and decayed visage seemed to play out behind her as she came to make her kill.

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