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Agnes Wilkins, a respected midwife in her early 60's, lay motionless on the cold operating table, her frail body strapped down. The fluorescent lights above seemed to hum with an otherworldly energy, casting an eerie glow on the scene unfolding before her. Dr. Lee, Dr. Patel, and Dr. Kim stood around her, their faces masked and expressionless.
Agnes had spent 20 years as a respected midwife at Ravenswood Hospital, as one of the biggest and most renowned hospitals in the country. She had delivered countless babies, comforted countless families, and had been a pillar of the community. But now, she was the on being harvested for her organs.
"Scalpel," Dr. Lee said, his voice muffled by the mask.
Agnes's eyes flickered open, her gaze locking onto the instruments being arranged on the tray. A shiver ran down her spine as she realized what was happening. She tried to speak, but the words were trapped in her throat.
Dr. Lee adjusted the IV drip, the sound of the liquid flowing into Agnes's vein like a death knell. "Let's get this done quickly," he said, his eyes meeting Dr. Patel's in a silent understanding.
As the doctors began to work, Agnes's mind raced. She thought of her life, all the things she had done, and all the things she had loved. And she knew she couldn't let it end like this.
With a surge of strength, Agnes whispered a curse, her voice barely audible. "May Ravenswood Hospital burn with the fire of a thousand souls... May its corruption be its downfall, and its sins be its legacy... I curse you, Dr. Lee, Dr. Patel, and Dr. Kim... May you all reap what you've sown..."
Dr. Kim, standing closest to her, raised his hand and slapped her hard across the face. "Shut up, old woman,"he hissed.
Agnes's eyes welled up with tears as she gazed up at her killers. She whispered the curse again, "May Ravenswood Hospital burn with the fire of a thousand souls!!. May its corruption be its downfall, and its sins be its legacy!. I will return!! REBORN in darkness, I will wear their flesh and wear their skin and when the clock strikes midnight, I will walk these halls once more!!
The doctors exchanged nervous glances, but it was too late. Agnes's body went limp, her spirit already fleeing her mortal form. But her curse lingered, echoing through the hospital corridors, waiting to unleash its fury on those who had wronged her.
They've just finished harvesting Agnes Wilkins' organs, and now they're preparing to transport her body to a secret morgue within the hospital.
In the dead of night, nurse Amber and Dr. Patel wheeled Agnes Wilkins' lifeless body out of the operating room, her organs harvested like ripe fruit from a poisonous tree. The whispered words "Morgue... Level 3" echoed down the hall as they pushed her stretcher towards the elevator, the doors creaking open to reveal a dark, foreboding corridor. The Ravenswood Hospital secret morgue, a place where secrets went to die.