“Fight Against Stupidity And Bureaucracy”
The hospital was just like any other.
It had accident and emergency, medical, surgical and all the other usual departments and wards. It also had an Intensive Care Unit, well staffed and managed, just like any other.
Except that this Intensive Care Unit wasn’t just like any other. Patients kept dying in this unit.
Not only that, but they always died in the same bed, and at the same time, on Sunday mornings at about 11:00 am, regardless of their medical condition.
It had been that way for a while and doctors, nurses and the hospital management were not only puzzled, but rather nervous too.
What could possibly be the reason? The laws of probability made this occurrence way more than one in a million.
Some even thought it had to have something to do with the super natural.
Had something terrible happened in that ward sometime in the past?
Was the hospital built on the site of some awful tragedy that had taken place years ago?
Was there some kind of portal to another dimension where evil entities could enter and leave?
There were many more questions than answers, but no one could solve the mystery as to why the deaths always occurred in the same bed and around the same time, 11:00 am Sunday.
Eventually a worldwide team of experts was assembled to investigate the cause of the incidents. It included scientists, medical experts, a crew with electronic detection equipment, several clergymen and even a medium.
They were prepared for anything and everything.
Or so they thought.
The next Sunday morning, a few minutes before 11:00 am all of the doctors and nurses nervously waited with the team of experts outside the ward to see for themselves what the terrible phenomenon was all about.
Some were holding wooden crosses, others prayer books and other holy objects to ward off the evil spirits.
Then, just when the clock struck 11:00 am, the ward door suddenly burst open.
The crowd of watchers gasped.
Pookie Johnson, the part-time Sunday sweeper, entered the ward.
He walked over to the wall beside the offending bed, unplugged the life support system and plugged in his vacuum cleaner.
Turns out the culprit was Pookie and not a spookie after all.