The Curse Of The Werewolf: I was a newly minted nurse at the St. Agnes Hospital about five years ago. I had been trained extensively in taking care of patients of varying illnesses and conditions. I had hoped to be assigned to the pediatrics ward since I was more proficient in looking after children. Instead, I was assigned to the infectious ward. It wasn’t all that bad, really. The only drawback was I would work the night shift. This was something I wasn’t comfortable with, but eventually I got used to it.  And this is where my story starts. Before I start, let me tell you first about St. Agnes Hospital. It was the same hospital that my older brother was assigned to on his first day as a doctor. Like most new doctors, he was assigned to the emergency room and on his breaks, he would hear very interesting and otherwise scary stories that abound the hospital. There was a story about the ghost of a nun who would visit the rooms of patients, who would die the next day. There was also the story about a nurse who supposedly disappeared during the war and even ghost children are said to play around the hallways. I must admit they are scary stories, but as a nurse, I had to prioritize the health and well-being of the patients. So as much as possible, I didn’t think much on it.

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