A haunted operating room. The atmosphere is thick with a sense of dread and foreboding, as if the very walls hold the memories of countless tragedies. The walls are cracked and stained, covered in patches of mold and years of grime. The floor is littered with broken tiles and scattered debris, echoing the sense of abandonment. In the center of the room, an operating table stands as a grim focal point. Its metal surface is rusted and covered in dark, ominous stains. Surgical lights hang overhead, their bulbs flickering and casting eerie, shifting shadows. Surrounding the table, there are various surgical instruments laid out, some clean and sharp, others rusted and bloodstained. The room is filled with outdated medical equipment, much of it broken and covered in dust. An old anesthesia machine stands in one corner, its tubes tangled and brittle. Monitors and screens, long out of use, occasionally flicker to life, displaying ghostly readings and static. The air is cold and carries a damp, musty smell, mixed with the faint metallic scent of blood. Shadows seem to move in the corners of the room, as if watching unseen. The dim, unreliable lighting adds to the oppressive atmosphere, making the room feel as though it is trapped in time. Details such as cracked glass cabinets, surgical masks hanging from hooks, and the faint, echoing sounds of whispers or distant screams complete the chilling scene. This operating room feels haunted by its dark past, a place where the boundary between the living and the dead is perilously thin.
