I went inside an abandoned Brazilian hospital at night. I shouldn't have.

I wasn't going to post this but here we are.

Okay so. July 2016, a YouTuber broke into an abandoned hospital in São Paulo called Santa Lucia Hospital. His last words on camera were that he was going to follow a woman's crying voice he heard inside. Then the footage just... cuts. Search teams went in. Nobody was there. They found his camera in the basement.

The hospital got fully sealed off after that. But people still report seeing lights on inside.

I heard this story from a local tour guide while I was traveling in Brazil. He said it like a joke. His face did not look like a joke.

"That hospital... if you go in at night. You don't come back."

I went anyway. (I run a horror blog. Real-case stuff. I thought this was content. I was so wrong.)

The place is about an hour outside the city, near a forest. Red brick building, rusted iron bars everywhere, spider webs covering basically everything. Main entrance was locked with a steel door but the side door on the left had been pried open by someone. So.

Inside it was... weirdly clean? Like too clean for an abandoned hospital. The beds in the rooms were MADE. One room had a surgical table with a fresh white cloth draped over it.

I got to the staircase going up to the second floor and I heard it.

Click. Click. Click.

Heels on a floor.

I froze. And then I heard someone singing. Real quiet, like a whisper. Brazilian folk song, I think, but I couldn't understand the words.

I went up anyway (I know. I KNOW.)

End of the second floor hallway, one door was half open.

I pushed it. Empty room.

Except for the writing on the wall in red.

"Ela ainda está aqui."

She is still here.

The second I turned around, every light in the building went out. Emergency lights kicked on. And then through some speaker system, a crackling sound, and then. A little girl. Crying.

I ran. Just full sprint toward the basement entrance because I knew from reading about this place that there used to be a morgue down there. Some survival instinct said go there, idk.

I dove through the iron door and someone grabbed my hand.

Then nothing. Complete darkness. No sound.

I woke up outside the hospital. 4am. Phone battery at 1%. And the timestamp on my phone matched the exact time that missing YouTuber recorded his last video.

Every video I filmed that night was gone. Deleted. Except one clip. Me opening the basement door. And at the edge of the frame, behind me, a woman's silhouette just. Standing there.

I had a high fever for days after. I still have a red mark on my left arm where something grabbed me. Looks like a handprint.

If you're ever near an old abandoned hospital and you hear crying from inside.

Do not follow it.