The Haunting Nights of GMCH-32

This is a government-run clinic in Chandigarh, India. I have been to this healing center several times, both during the day and night, and have experienced similar occurrences repeatedly. I am sharing my first experience, which took place in November 2019.

I was working with a multinational corporation in Chandigarh, and they decided to transfer me to Delhi in April 2019. I would regularly visit home (once every 2-3 months) to see my parents in Chandigarh.

Towards the end of October and the first week of November, there was a significant amount of pollution in Delhi (the National Capital Region). Having lived in Chandigarh for most of my life and always having access to fresh air and clean water, this was my first experience with Delhi's pollution. While most people could manage with an N95 mask, I couldn't eat, sleep, stay alert, or do anything at all. Long story short, I was told the pollution would last a month (a huge lie), so I took a month off and came to Chandigarh. It took me three days to recover, and I was fine.

Coincidentally, my father developed a medical condition and had to be admitted to GMCH-32 for a hernia surgery. As I was home on leave, I decided to take care of my father at the hospital for night duty. The surgery went well, and post-surgery, my father was in recovery at the injury ward. Patients in adjacent beds were being treated for accidental injuries or extremely severe wounds or illnesses. It was challenging just being there and seeing the pain all around.

The first few days, I would pass out in sleep around midnight and wake up the following morning to continue with normal hospital support chores. After 4-5 days, I had gotten into the cycle of night shifts (sleeping during the day and being active at night). On the 6th night that I was in the hospital, wide awake, I ventured out of the ward and saw two male nurses on duty at their individual workstations. I decided to take a walk. It was all normal until sometime after 1:30 AM and around 2:00 AM, when suddenly all the doors began slamming hard. It was a freeze situation. I thought the hospital was on fire or there was some other emergency. I rushed towards the ward where my father was, but there was no smoke, no signs of any freeze, and the doors continued to slam. I called a nurse sitting nearby, but he was looking through his phone and didn't respond.

As the doors continued to slam, I went near one of the doors and saw that it was slammed and bolted from the outside; the bolt was bouncing as the door was being slammed from the inside. I was frightened and there was a room (a private room close to the ward) that had its door open. I could hear the fan running at full speed, and the window curtains in that room were flying (indicating the fan was undoubtedly at full speed; it was November, and it gets extremely cold in Chandigarh during this time). I seemed to hear someone in that room calling for help, saying my name. That was when I was totally frightened and approached the nurse in person and told him that as I went to that side, I seemed to hear voices calling for help. He replied with a straight face, "All this will continue until 3:30 AM and fade away by 4:00 AM." He turned away and left, while I answered, "I don't understand."

As he had said, the slamming continued until 3:45 AM, and the doors abruptly stopped slamming. That was it. I was shaken by this encounter and waited until the morning when the staff would come to the hospital and open the doors that were slamming all night. I was curious to see what was behind that door. It was morning, and it was time for me to go home and rest, but I stayed back a few hours as I couldn't rest without knowing what was behind that door. Finally, around 9 AM, that door opened, and it was a patient's kitchen. There was no one inside, just a small room with a washbasin, dinner plates, and large utensils used to serve food in hospitals. Nothing else was in that room.

The following night, I was there again, 1:30 AM once more, and the doors began slamming once more. This time, there was a new patient in the ward who was a UP local, recovering from a physical injury surgery. He kept demanding his family members (who accompanied him) to light him a cigarette. His family kept demanding that it was a hospital ward, and the nurses warned them of strict action if the family members did so at any time. This went on for a while until it was late night, and the family members gave in and lit him a cigarette inside his knit (so the doctors wouldn't find out). He smoked half a cigarette, and the smoke escaped through the vent. The nurses rushed to the ward and, as they lifted the knit, the patient was dead. So, they replaced the knit with a white cloth and kept the body at the ward until the next morning.

The doors continued to slam that night, but I was frightened to step out of the ward as I couldn't understand how these things worked. Moreover, with the cigarette incident, there was so much commotion in the ward that it was hard to focus on anything else.

The next few evenings, I stayed at the ward, and during peak supernatural activity hours (1:30 AM - 3:30 AM), I knew there were things around me that I couldn't see but could feel. Regarding those creatures, I would take walks around the hospital at night and ask the nurses if they found it normal. One of them responded, "That's what it is - we cannot control it; we are here to serve patients, so we will just focus on that." It didn't help me understand what was happening around, but it made me acknowledge that these things do exist and we must be careful and aware of their presence. I remember coming across a room with a glass door, a semi-transparent shade at the door, and I could see inside that a light bulb was turned on, and the fan was running at high speed. The shade was flying with it. There was no one in that room, and the door was slamming non-stop.

In that moment, I realized that for as many days I am here on night duty, there must be many spirits who may have passed away at this hospital. Learning from the nurse's reaction, I decided to focus on what we're here to do.

Looking forward to your comments on this experience; I visited the same hospital two years later, and the night encounters were the same, but I was more mature at that time and didn't give it much attention.