Wristbands

The Wristbands is a creepy ghost story from Korea about a doctor who has a close encounter with a ghost while working the night shift at a hospital.

Wristbands

In Korea, when a patient is taken to hospital, a white wristband is placed on their left arm. These wristbands contain the patient’s name and information. When a patient dies, a red wristband is placed on their right arm and they are taken to the morgue.

In one particular hospital in Korea, a young doctor was working the night shift. It was around 2 AM when he finished his last operation. He was on the 5th floor and pressed the button for the elevator.

The doctor was tired after a long day and was looking forward to the end of his shift. At 2 AM, the hospital was very quiet. Most of the patients were asleep and many of the nurses had already gone home.

He entered the elevator and there was just one other person there. He casually chatted with the woman while the elevator descended.

The elevator stopped at the basement and the door opened. They saw an old man dressed in a white gown standing there. The old man was about to get in when the doctor suddenly slammed the close button and punched the button for the 5th floor.

“Why did you do that?”, asked the astonished woman.

“I’ve performed a lot of operations”, replied the doctor. “I’ve seen a lot of people die. When a patient dies, they get a red wristband placed on their arm.”

The woman was silent.

“You saw it, didn’t you?”, said the doctor. “That old man… That old man had a red wristband on his arm.”

“A red wristband…”, said the woman as she raised her right arm. “You mean like this one?”

Comments

  1. terror beauty says

    @Horror star.

    I know your story.it’s called letter which is written by Dhumaketu moreover this story is a chapter in the English literature text book of class 10(cbse board).

    You’re an Indian,aren’t you?

  2. Horrorstar says

    I have a story, called ‘The letter’. The story begins with a man named “Coachman Ali” who is walking towards a post office as usual in the cold morning bearing tittered clothes. A deathly silence prevails all around.
    On reaching the post office, he seems to be as happy as a pilgrimage would be on reaching his destination. He enters the office and sits at the corner where he was accustomed to sit for the last five years.
    The clerk begins sorting out the letters in his speed, flinging the letters to the corresponding peons.
    Ali was a clever hunter and derived pleasure from the bewildered terror of the dying birds. As his skill increased, so did his hunting. But this was probably disliked by his daughter.
    The day his daughter leaved him after marrying with a soldier, his regiment in Punjab, he stopped hunting. He could no longer enjoy the screams of dying birds. He had understood the meaning of love and separation.
    Since then, he had been regularly visiting post office in early morning expecting a letter from his daughter Miriam, but it doesn’t come and returns home empty handed.
    The post office staff often laughs at him when they see his habits. The clerk even calls out his name; jokingly even there was no letter on his name. Also there were often discussions on his lunacy.
    For several days, Ali did not come to the post office. Everyone was curious to know the reason behind this. At last, he comes again, but, now it was difficult for him even to breathe and there were clear signs of his approaching end.
    Finally, he meets the post master and asks him for Miriam’s letter. As the post master was in hurry and was about to leave the country, he scolded him by saying that he would not eat his letter, if it would come.
    Then Ali called a clerk and gave him five golden guineas and asked him to deliver his letter, if it would come, to his grave. He slowly left him and was not seen by any one after that.
    One day, the post master’s daughter fell ill and he was anxious to hear from her. He searched for the letter from his daughter from the pile of letters and picked up a letter of the name he expected. It was addressed to “Coachman Ali”.
    Now he realized about his haughty temper towards Ali. He called Lakshmi Das, a clerk and asked him to find out Ali. That day he did not receive his letter and decided that he would hand over Ali’s letter to him, himself.
    Next morning, he opened the door and saw Ali leaning on a stick with tears in his eves. His eyes had a light so unearthly that the post master was scared. But, suddenly he disappeared.
    Then Lakshmi Das came and told him that Ali had died three months back.
    Now the post master was bewildered and confused. He still had Miriam’s letter in his hand. That evening he himself went to Ali’s grave to place the letter.

  3. Pinkamena Cupcakes says

    That ending! ROFL! This is by far one of the freakiest (and most funny!) ghost tales I have EVER READ!

  4. XxNightmaregirlxX says

    HA HA HA HA!!! HILARIOUS!! LOL, anyway see? Ghosts aren’t bad. She was just chatting to him :D

  5. everdeen2449 says

    WAIT, HOLD IT RIGHT THERE! Lady has a red wristband? Ok, so shes dead… and old man has one too. I think I’m just gonna skip over to the store and buy a red wristband and take a nice vacation in Korea.

  6. Banana phone says

    this story is weird but creepy what if someone bought a wristband from a shop which was red than everyone will think your a ghost

  7. soulserenade says

    KEWL!!!!!

    this story reminds me of a korean series called Surgeon Bong Dal Hee

  8. Julia says

    OH. MY. GOD.

    I no longer care about the five flights of stairs consisting twenty-six steps I have to climb up to school, as long as I don’t have to use the elevator (which is ALWAYS full)!

  9. TheHauntedStoryTeller says

    Great story but the end ruined it when the girl raised her hand and said “you mean like this one?” I mean one dead dude is enough to freak me out but when she has it too it gets lame. -_-

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