"Who is the Soul Eater of St. James Hospital?" | CLANCYPASTA

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[00:01:14] I've always been drawn to the shadows, to the stories that linger on the edge of reality, whispered in hushed tones or screamed in terror.

[00:01:21] My fascination with the supernatural isn't born out of a belief in ghost tales or urban

[00:01:26] legends, but rather a curiosity of the unknown, the unexplained.

[00:01:32] It's this curiosity that led me to the abandoned hospital on the outskirts of town, a place

[00:01:39] so shrouded in mystery and fear that even mentioning its name sends shivers down the spines of

[00:01:46] the locals.

[00:01:49] The hospital, known to those brave enough to speak of it as Sengt James Treasury, has

[00:01:55] been a dark mark on my town's history for decades.

[00:02:00] Stories of medical accidents, abuses of power, and negligence are said to be the main reason for

[00:02:06] its abrupt closure. St. James' treasury was once a beacon of hope. It now stands as a

[00:02:13] monument to despair, its walls echoing the agony and dread of the past.

[00:02:21] The rumors of unexplained disappearances of shadows moving in the darkness, and of cries

[00:02:28] that pierced the silent night have been dismissed by many as mere superstition.

[00:02:34] The best stories were told to me by my grandfather, of a creature that ate the souls of the lost. With all that said, I was curious. The pull of St. James' treasury was irresistible

[00:02:49] to me, a challenge to uncover the truth hidden within its decaying walls.

[00:02:59] It's said that one can only really experience an abandoned site after midnight.

[00:03:05] So, I waited.

[00:03:08] Armed with nothing but my camera and a flashlight and a relentless desire for answers and intrigue,

[00:03:15] I made my way to the hospital.

[00:03:19] The night was heavy with fog as I drove to the hospital.

[00:03:24] I couldn't see a foot ahead of

[00:03:25] me. The closer I got, the heavier the air felt as if the very atmosphere was trying to dissuade

[00:03:31] me from proceeding. I had a dreadful feeling in my gut that caused my palms to sweat, but

[00:03:38] the allure of the unknown drew me ever forward like like a moth, to a flame.

[00:03:48] As I stood before the gaping maw of the hospital's main entrance, a bone-chilling wind whispered

[00:03:54] through the broken windows, carrying with it a warning, a premonition of the mistake

[00:04:01] awaiting inside.

[00:04:04] It wasn't that moment, on the threshold of darkness,

[00:04:07] that I realized I was about to enter not just in abandoned building, but a realm where the

[00:04:13] rules of the living no longer applied. I thought to myself how fitting it was that such a populated building used for healing was now empty and the epicenter

[00:04:26] of decades of nightmares.

[00:04:30] Something gnawed on my thoughts, an attempt to convince me to go home, leave it alone.

[00:04:37] Unfortunately, I didn't have the discretion to listen.

[00:04:45] As the heavy silence of the abandoned hospital enveloped me, I took a deep breath and stepped

[00:04:51] into the darkness, my flashlight cutting a swathe through the oppressive gloom.

[00:04:57] The air was thick with dust, carrying the scent of decay and forgotten memories.

[00:05:03] Every drop of water falling from the dilapidated

[00:05:06] ceiling sounded like a gunshot in the silence of the space. Just how many souls were lost

[00:05:13] to time in this building. I shivered at the thought.

[00:05:20] My footsteps echoed eerily in the vast empty halls. Each step attestment to the courage I wasn't sure I possessed.

[00:05:29] The hospital was a labyrinth, a twisted maze of corridors and rooms that seemed designed

[00:05:36] to confuse and disorient.

[00:05:39] Many rooms were barred off and scrapped of all its guts, probably in an attempt to make a quick buck. Tattered curtains fluttered in the breeze from broken windows.

[00:05:57] Rusted beds lay in disarray and scattered papers littered the floor.

[00:06:02] Their contents faded beyond recognition.

[00:06:08] Despite the desolation, there was a beauty in the decay, a story in every crack and crevice.

[00:06:15] But as I moved from room to room, the unease began to settle in.

[00:06:22] Sounds that had no source echoed through the halls, soft footfalls that weren't

[00:06:26] my own, a distant dripping of water that seemed too rhythmic, too intentional. The shadows

[00:06:36] seemed to move in the periphery of my vision. Despite having no reason to believe so, I felt as though I wasn't alone, like I was

[00:06:47] being followed.

[00:06:51] In the heart of the hospital, I found the children's ward.

[00:06:55] It's once vibrant pink and blue walls now peeling and stained.

[00:07:00] There were rainbows and smiles that were faded and scratched over by obscene graffiti.

[00:07:07] Though I never knew this hospital, I felt a great sense of nostalgia, a simpler time

[00:07:13] of juice and warm blankets.

[00:07:16] It was palpable, the thick hopeless air and creepy childlike mischief that was left here

[00:07:22] to rot. The remnants of toys and drawings hinted at lives

[00:07:26] interrupted. Dreams left to gather dust. It was here, in the silence of forgotten earth that I

[00:07:37] knew, a chill that pierced through my bones, a presence that wasn't my own.

[00:07:46] bones, a presence that wasn't my own. It was obvious I was in an area that didn't welcome visitors.

[00:07:51] The air grew heavy, and for a moment I could hear a faint melody, like a lullaby, carried

[00:07:59] on the breeze that shouldn't exist within the sealed walls.

[00:08:06] My eyes carefully scammed the room.

[00:08:09] I had to prove to myself I wasn't in any danger.

[00:08:13] Shaking off the feeling, I reminded myself why I was here.

[00:08:18] I came for adventure.

[00:08:20] This was the entire point.

[00:08:22] This was just a building.

[00:08:24] Its story's long since told.

[00:08:27] There's nothing to fear, I told myself time and again.

[00:08:32] Yet, as I turned to leave, a shadow darted across the corner of my vision.

[00:08:40] Startled, I spun around, flashlights scanning the room, but there was nothing. No one.

[00:08:47] Just the echo of my own heart beating a frantic rhythm in the silence.

[00:08:56] It's all in your head, I told myself.

[00:09:00] Clearly, this room or whomever still resided here wanted me to leave.

[00:09:10] The deeper I ventured into the bowels of the hospital, the more my reality seemed to bend

[00:09:16] and warp around me.

[00:09:19] The air grew colder, the darkness thicker as if absorbing the light from my flashlight.

[00:09:26] I stumbled upon an old operating room, its surgical instruments laid out as though waiting

[00:09:31] for the next procedure.

[00:09:34] Scalpels had been left on their trays, with dark mahogany stains all over the instrument.

[00:09:42] My skin crawled at the possibility of those stains being human blood

[00:09:47] rather than natural resting. The whole operating room looked as if the inhabitants just disappeared

[00:09:54] one day. The sights and shivers down my spine. But it was the sudden sharp clang of metal against tile that froze me in my tracks.

[00:10:07] Looking to the ground, I found a rusty scalpel had fallen to the floor, or so it seemed.

[00:10:15] I then downed to pick it up and inspect further.

[00:10:19] When I did, my fingers dashed through mist. It disappeared.

[00:10:25] I had to bite back a scream that tried to claw out of my mouth.

[00:10:33] Whispers filled my ears again, unintelligible at first, then growing clearer, more insistent. Hasterly, my eyes scanned around my body frozen in place.

[00:10:51] Where were they coming from?

[00:10:53] They began addressing me directly, guiding me to the psychiatric ward, a place where the

[00:10:59] walls themselves seemed to scream with the anguish of those once confined within.

[00:11:06] I could feel my stomach churn at the side of the door left ajar.

[00:11:11] It was here, amid the echo of those lost murmurs, that I experienced the most profound

[00:11:18] sense of despair and loneliness.

[00:11:22] Emotions so powerful, they seemed to emanate from the very walls.

[00:11:28] It was like a tsunami of fear threatened to drown me right then. I needed to leave.

[00:11:39] As time passed, the activity grew more physical, more threatening and brazen.

[00:11:47] Doors slammed shut behind me, cutting off my retreat, while shadows moved just beyond

[00:11:52] the reach of my light, always watching, always following.

[00:11:59] There were even times I thought I had stopped breathing. Whatever was causing the activity, it felt more at home contained deep in this area.

[00:12:11] The labyrinthine hallways seemed to grow with a mind and intention of its own.

[00:12:17] Its sole desire to disorient me.

[00:12:21] I recorded everything, my camera the only witness to the madness that unfolded around

[00:12:27] me.

[00:12:28] Yet, much later when I went to review the footage, there was only darkness in the sound

[00:12:37] of my own voice, tinged with a fear I could do nothing to hide. At some point I found myself in a secluded ward that was nestled away in a corridor hidden

[00:12:52] from the main hospital.

[00:12:54] Here, I found an endless number of drawings covering the floor and walls, childlike in

[00:13:01] their execution but horrific in their imagery.

[00:13:06] They depicted figures shrouded in darkness, with glowing red eyes that bore into the soul,

[00:13:13] and a towering shadowy presence that loomed over the hospital.

[00:13:20] Little stick figures were laid scattered around the hospital as tentacles connected them to

[00:13:26] the large shadowy man.

[00:13:29] Arms extended to the viewer.

[00:13:33] This was the first time I had seen anything like it, but it took only a second to recognize

[00:13:38] it.

[00:13:39] It was a depiction of the hunter my grandfather had warned me about, the heart of the legend,

[00:13:47] the soul leader.

[00:13:51] With each step I felt its gaze upon me, await the threatened crush my spirit as the drawing's

[00:13:58] arms were held wide as if to say, I won. At this, I realized that the hospital was in fact alive in a

[00:14:12] sense. They said that these shadows feed on human fear and suffering. All those atrocities

[00:14:21] that happened in the shadows in the daylight of St. James' treasuries,

[00:14:25] hey day, must have brought it here, and breathed with the memories of those it had claimed,

[00:14:32] a living record of torment and sorrow, and at its core was the hunter, a force that bound

[00:14:40] the souls to the physical world, feeding from whatever energy remained, denying them peace.

[00:14:49] I couldn't stay in that ward for more than a few minutes,

[00:14:53] feeling a great deal of remorse.

[00:15:00] My journey through the hospital

[00:15:02] had led me to the very heart of its darkness,

[00:15:05] through a place where the veil between worlds felt almost non-existent.

[00:15:11] The air was charged with a palpable energy,

[00:15:14] a sense of anticipation as the hairs stood up on my neck.

[00:15:20] It was as if the building itself was waiting for something, or someone.

[00:15:27] That someone was, apparently, me.

[00:15:34] After a time, I found myself standing before the old chapel, in addition to the hospital

[00:15:39] where patients once sought solace and peace.

[00:15:44] It looked beautiful, even in its decay. As

[00:15:48] I stood just beyond the reach of the door's grasp, an angel grazed my ear with a soft whisper.

[00:15:56] I became aware that this chapel served as the layer of the hunter, the epicenter of the supernatural activity that plagued this hospital.

[00:16:07] The doors, long since unhinged, stood open as though inviting me in.

[00:16:17] I stood there, frozen in place for what felt like an eternity, and then, with every ounce of courage I could muster, I pushed

[00:16:28] myself forward and stepped inside.

[00:16:35] The chapel was special.

[00:16:38] The walls were made of a nice dark cherry hardwood with intricate golden decorations of angels

[00:16:43] and saints carved into the walls.

[00:16:47] This place was unlike any other part of the hospital.

[00:16:51] Here, the decay seemed to hold a certain reverence, a holiness that belied the horror

[00:16:57] it contained, and at the end of the long room in front of the altar, I could make out a movement, something wholly

[00:17:08] unnatural.

[00:17:12] I hesitated forward, trying to stay alert as I subconsciously anticipated an ambush.

[00:17:20] At the altar, I saw it, the hunter. It was formless at first yet imposing, a shadow that twisted and

[00:17:32] writhed in the dim light, is present so overwhelming that I could barely breathe. It moved in a way

[00:17:41] that looked as if it was glitching through time and space like it didn't

[00:17:45] belong here.

[00:17:48] The shadow of the hunter oscillated in size as it rattled toward me.

[00:17:54] I stood there, paralyzed in place as if it had a hold on me.

[00:18:00] As it approached me, my insight, my soul, felt drenched in a sharp, radiating, all-encompassing

[00:18:09] fear.

[00:18:12] I could feel that fear being ripped out of my body, taking my soul with it.

[00:18:19] It was being operated on, fed on, as this thing took more of a dense, nauseating human shape from my

[00:18:30] energy.

[00:18:33] It was as our eyes met, I felt an icy chill pierce my soul, a connection that transcended

[00:18:41] my physical reality.

[00:18:46] I was suddenly taken.

[00:18:51] Images flooded my mind like half-shot movies, memories not my own.

[00:18:54] The hospital in its prime,

[00:18:56] the patients and the disappearances.

[00:19:02] I saw the truth behind the legend, a truth born of human cruelty and corruption.

[00:19:11] There was an evil force that existed on that land far before the hospital.

[00:19:18] Patients were taken, used, and sacrificed to the dark denizens that controlled the staff in their ignorance.

[00:19:27] The rumors were true, but to see these atrocities unfold before my eyes was excruciating.

[00:19:37] I could feel the fear of every person who stepped onto this ground as they forcibly met their end, in whatever way they did.

[00:19:49] The hunter spoke, its voice sounding more like a deep echoing garble of demonic gibberish,

[00:19:57] rather than words. It imprinted upon me a torrent of rage, sorrow, and an insatiable hunger for recognition,

[00:20:09] for release.

[00:20:12] It vibrated its pain within my skull, within my being, forcing me to sympathize with its

[00:20:20] twisted existence. The suffering in this hospital was so thick that it rippled beyond time and space, solidifying

[00:20:30] an infinite loop of St. James' Treasuries tragic past.

[00:20:38] It was bound to this hospital, trapped by existence. Yet it was too scared to die, thus by infinitely consuming the dark memories of the forgotten, it only adds to its suffering.

[00:20:53] It then dawned on me, and it was too much.

[00:20:58] It was too much to do.

[00:20:59] It was too much to do.

[00:21:00] It was too much to do.

[00:21:01] It was too much to do.

[00:21:02] It was too much to do.

[00:21:03] It was too much to do.

[00:21:04] It was too much to do. It was too much to do. It was too much to do. It was too much to do. It was too much to do. Thus by infinitely consuming the dark memories of the forgotten, it only adds to its suffering.

[00:21:08] It then dawned on me that my camera, my flashlight, my desire for adventure, none of it mattered.

[00:21:18] I had become a witness to the evil that had seeped into the very foundations of the hospital.

[00:21:32] Perhaps I was called here for a purpose, for a reason bigger than I.

[00:21:40] As I stared into the tormented glowing red eyes of the ever-shifting entity,

[00:21:54] I knew I had to make a choice. To flee and forget, or to confront the darkness, and in doing so, perhaps offer a semblance of peace to the Egragor of this creature.

[00:22:01] Gathering every shed of bravery, I spoke, acknowledging the hunter's pain, its existence.

[00:22:11] It was a moment of intense vulnerability, a plea for understanding that bridged the gap

[00:22:17] between the living and the spectral.

[00:22:22] As I spoke, the chapel grew brighter like a star had suddenly flared in the middle of

[00:22:28] the room.

[00:22:29] The hunter's voice softened and became less distorted until it stopped altogether.

[00:22:38] The tide to grip on my soul began to relax.

[00:22:42] I could feel myself breathing again.

[00:22:46] My voice somehow soothed my own heart and allowed for the light to flow out towards the

[00:22:52] hunter.

[00:22:56] Before my eyes, the dense, almost solidified shadow of its form began to flicker, diminishing

[00:23:04] as this light sapped its power.

[00:23:09] It felt like the dawn of a new day, the sun ushering in a new day as my confidence grew.

[00:23:18] The hunter shrunk and became more and more transparent, And without a second more, a loud ear-splitting shriek echoed through the empty halls of the

[00:23:30] hospital.

[00:23:32] The hunter vanished completely, leaving behind a silence more profound than any I'd ever

[00:23:43] known.

[00:23:45] I was alone, truly alone, in the chapel, the weight of the encounter pressing down upon

[00:23:54] me.

[00:23:56] A weight had been exercised from the earth that day.

[00:24:00] In such a meaningful way, I don't think any mortal could ever comprehend.

[00:24:07] I couldn't begin to define true peace.

[00:24:14] As the silence enveloped the chapel, I stood for a moment, rooted to the spot, struggling

[00:24:21] to process what had happened. The hunter, the source of so much fear and

[00:24:28] speculation, was nowhere to be seen. It was as if a heavy burn had been lifted from the

[00:24:36] hospital, a palpable shift in the atmosphere that suggested a peace, long denied.

[00:24:45] With the adrenaline of the encounter fading, exhaustion set in, both physical and emotional.

[00:24:53] My initial drive of curiosity seemed trivial now, overshadowed by the profound existence

[00:24:59] of coming face to face with a pain so deep it had given birth to a haunting.

[00:25:08] The hospital, with its dark corridors and echoing rooms, no longer felt malevolent, but

[00:25:16] rather mournful, a shell of memories waiting to be laid to rest. It felt as though the hospital itself breathed a sigh

[00:25:26] of relief, ready to finally return to forgotten dust.

[00:25:34] Suddenly, the maze-like halls of the hospital simplified, and I made my way out of the chapel, through the wards and corridors that had once filled

[00:25:46] me with dread.

[00:25:48] Now, they seemed different, less threatening, as if acknowledging the hunter's presence

[00:25:55] had lifted the veil of fear that hung over the place.

[00:26:01] As I stepped outside, I could feel a fresh, soft breeze hug my face, along with the warmth

[00:26:09] of the waking sun.

[00:26:12] I could hear the vibrant songs of the robins and the pine trees happily greeting the new

[00:26:18] day.

[00:26:19] The first light of dawn painted the hospital in a new perspective, one of closure rather than horror.

[00:26:29] I felt different.

[00:26:33] As I walked away, I realized that the hospital's story and that of the hunter would stay with

[00:26:41] me forever, a reminder of the complexities of the human spirit and the power

[00:26:48] of recognition.

[00:26:52] The experience had changed me not just as an explorer of the unknown, but as a person.

[00:27:00] I had sought to see the truth behind this legend, and had found instead a lesson in understanding,

[00:27:08] that sometimes the ghosts we fear are merely reflections of our own refusal to see and

[00:27:15] acknowledge the pain of the past, that some truths are universal to the human experience.

[00:27:34] As I looked back one last time, the hospital no longer seemed like a place to be feared,

[00:27:48] but rather a monument to the resilience of the human soul. A testament to the fact that even in the darkest of places, there can be light. If only we could be brave enough to see it. Thank you for listening to tonight's episode of Clancy Pasta.

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