Urbex: The Abandoned Thorax Hospital

Editor's Note

What you're about to read is an AI-generated transcript of a live stream originally broadcast on Balboa Urbex's YouTube channel on October 23, 2023. This transcript was created using TranScript360 AI, which converts audio to text and adds visual descriptions when significant scene changes occur. Segments marked as [Context] represent the AI's interpretation of visual elements in the footage.

Chapter 1

Yo, yo, yo... what's up everyone! Welcome back to my channel... OUR channel! Alright, I see we've got about a hundred thirty viewers already... and climbing. Awesome. Today... today we're doing something serious. [laughs] Just kidding... today's gonna be insane! [Context: Balboa films himself in selfie mode wearing a dark beanie and headlamp. Heavy breathing audible.] We're about to enter Spain's abandoned Thorax Hospital... Yeah, that place you've all been spamming me about for weeks while I tried to ignore it... But hey, I owe it to my subscribers - never one to back down from a challenge. They say this place is cursed. That nobody dares spend the night here. Nobody sane, anyway... And since I'm clearly an idiot, here we are. [Nervous laugh] [Context: The crumbling facade shows severe decay. Rusted iron signage hangs twisted. One door dangles broken. Pure darkness beyond.]

You see this place? Real inviting, huh? I swear, it looks straight out of a low-budget horror flick. Let me get closer to one of the entrances. [Context: Camera focuses on an open doorway. Graffiti in red spray paint reads "DON'T ENTER" and "LEAVE." Headlamp barely illuminates the interior.] Perfect. Totally normal. The wind isn't helping either. Perfect night for this... Listen to that.

Good vibes all around. Alright, let's check the chat... see what you're all saying... Reading: "Quit stalling, go in already." Yeah, yeah... relax, that's why I'm here. Reading: "Turn off your light and enter." Uh-huh. Sure. Trying to get me killed tonight? Whoa! We're up to 300 viewers now!... Keep sharing with your friends! [Context: Balboa pauses at the threshold. Scratches beard, looks around. Camera shakes from unsteady breathing.] Take a deep breath with me, people. Here we go. [Creaking hinges] [Context: Door swings wide open. Dust and debris on floor. Impenetrable darkness beyond.] You all heard that, right? No editing here. This is live. Fuck... It's darker than I expected. And I just realized I only brought the batteries in this headlamp... Better not die in here! No idea what you're seeing, but I can't see shit. [Strained laugh] [Context: Headlamp reveals a long narrow corridor. Peeling walls, obscene graffiti. Dark puddle reflects light.] Check that out... romantic, huh? [Wind howls] Alright... here we go.

Chapter 2

Okay, okay... I'm further in now. This place is trashed... you can tell people come here regularly from all the beer cans and crap left around... [Context: Narrow hallway. Cracked walls covered in graffiti. Headlamp illuminates dust particles floating.] Fuck, it's unnaturally cold in here... Dead silent too... though honestly? I'll take silence over hearing something sketchy... that'd scare the shit out of me! [Deep breath] It's like... I dunno, like someone left the AC on full blast, but there's no power. [Nervous chuckle] [Context: Camera dips momentarily, focusing on boots crushing broken glass.] Sorry about the noise, guys. Don't want you thinking I'm adding sound effects. First time in this place... This is raw. Let's check chat again... Reading: "Heard something." What? Where? Don't start with me. [Pause] [Context: Camera whips toward a side hallway. Light reveals a toppled gurney.] Holy shit! That moved. I swear. Must be a draft or... I don't know. [Heavy breathing] [Context: Camera shakes as Balboa crouches to check underneath.] Nothing... nobody here, but this is next-level creepy... [Forced laugh] Okay... we're good. Chat's spamming laugh emojis. Real funny. [Context: Blurry image as camera turns toward hallway end. Operating room with ajar door visible.]

Heading that way. [Context: Approach reveals dark stains on floor, unidentifiable.] Is that blood? Okay, probably just old paint... but it looks like dried blood... fuck... who knows what this is. Probably just edgelords coming here to mess with dumbasses like me... people love their pranks... [Nervous laugh] I hope. Let's keep moving... [Context: Distant sounds - possibly moaning or whimpering.]

You hear that? Sounded like... a scream??? I'm not gonna lie, I'm shitting bricks. An animal maybe? Fuck, maybe I'm just psyching myself out... this shit ain't easy, bros... Okay, let's investigate. [Context: Camera approaches a door. Rusted hinges covered in cobwebs.] Turn up your volume, guys. If you hear anything, warn me in chat. My senses are on high alert, but you might catch something I miss. [Panting] This was a bad idea... I've got that sinking feeling... why do I do this shit?... Guess I owe it to you all - better be liking and sharing this stream! [Context: Camera shakes slightly from breathing. Faint creaking off-camera.] Who's there? You all hear that? No fucking way... Okay... going in.

Chapter 3

Okay... I'm inside... looks like another operating room or something... Like everything else here, it's completely wrecked... [Labored breathing] Check this out... creepy as hell, right??? What the fuck is this doing here???

I know kids were treated here, but no way this was here when the hospital was operational... probably more trolls leaving shit to scare explorers... [Context: Light sweeps large ravaged space. Dirty water puddles. Rusted operating table at center.] Fucking disgusting...

Look at that... [Context: Wall shows dark stains resembling old blood.]

Paint. Definitely paint. [Forced laugh] Reading chat: "Get out now." Yeah, yeah... easy to say from your couch. [Context: Approaches operating table. Broken restraint straps visible.] Jesus Christ... This is real. Imagine strapping someone down here. [Pause] Okay, moving on. [Context: Camera shakes while panning to rusted surgical cabinet with broken jars.] Fuck, that reeks. Smells like rot... Hear that? [Context: Metallic clang in distance] Someone here???? Hello??? Anyone??? Wait... [Context: Light reveals side hallway. Dust or smoke in air.] Reading chat: "Something moved over there." Yeah, saw it. Okay... let's check it out. Not like I want to, but what choice do I have? Might just be another idiot like me... [Context: Slow advance. Floor creaks with each step.] Volume up, people. [Context: Barely audible whisper: "Help me..."]

What the fuck was that?! [Panting] Okay... nobody here. Must've been wind or echoes... I don't fucking know! [Context: Camera moves rapidly. Graffiti-covered walls: "LEAVE", "NO EXIT".] Real encouraging. Okay... heading to the basement. Yeah, I know. Worst idea ever. Reading chat: "You're insane." 100%. [Context: Dusty, cobweb-covered stairs descending. Light reveals only a few steps ahead.] Stay with me, guys. Don't bail on me now... Let's see if we make it out alive.

Chapter 4

Going down. [Labored breathing] [Context: Narrow concrete stairs. Light reveals peeling walls covered in mold.]

Smells like death down here. Like... rotting meat. [Nervous laugh] Great planning, Balboa. My parents would be so proud. [Context: Hallway shows puddles and piled black bags.] What the fuck are those?

Reading chat: "Check the bags." Sure. Wanna watch me puke live? Okay... here goes. [Context: Approach. Camera shakes. Red stains on floor.] Fuck... This... looks like fresh blood. [Ragged breathing] Not paint this time. Trust me... this ain't paint... smells like death... gonna be sick... [Context: Light reveals wet splatter patterns on wall.] Hear that? That was a fucking scream... no way that's coincidence... Holy fucking shit... [Tense silence] Not the wind, that wasn't the wind... [Context: Camera whips around. Balboa presses against wall. Hurried footsteps off-camera.] Shhh... Okay... someone's here. I'm hearing footsteps... I'm not alone here... And this ain't no fucking ghost. These are... people, actual footsteps... [Context: Light reveals slightly ajar metal door. Flickering light beyond.] Whoever's in there doesn't know I'm here... Gonna see what the hell they're doing. Reading chat: "GET OUT NOW." Too late, bro. [Panting] [Context: Approaches door. Camera peers through gap.] Shhh... quiet. Recording everything... [Barely audible whisper] [Context: Through gap - professional filming equipment. Lights. Bloodied, bound person on gurney.]

[Balboa barely whispers] What the actual fuck... [Context: Hooded figure enters frame holding knife, leaning over victim. Blood-stained floor.] Fuck... fuck... FUCK...

This isn't paranormal... this isn't paranormal... fuck It's... [Silence] It's a fucking snuff film or something... what the hell are they doing... [Context: Camera shakes violently. Balboa stumbles back, hyperventilating.] Okay... okay... Chat, what do I do? Should bail the way I came before they find me... this is bad... [Muffled sobs from victim] They'll see me. [Whisper]: "Gotta get out..." [Context: Headlamp flickers. Sharp noise behind him.] Shit. Someone's coming.

Chapter 5

[Context: Balboa stays silent as footsteps seem to fade] Okay... can't breathe. Shh... they'll hear me fuck... [Shallow, terrified breathing] [Context: Pressed against wall near metal door. Camera shakes from tremors.] There's like... four guys in there. Hooded. Cameras... lights. There's a girl tied down... She's alive. Fuck she's alive and screaming and crying... that's what I heard earlier... not the fucking wind... a woman... No idea if they're armed, only saw knives... Can't see faces, can't hear them talking... just her crying... fuck it's piercing... This is bad guys... walked into some serious shit... Fuck. [Context: Camera refocuses on room. Through gap - improvised set: industrial lights, bloodied gurney, recording gear.] They're filming her. [Gulps] [Context: One man drags knife along her legs, occasionally stabbing lightly... she screams in pain] Chat... I don't know what to do. Okay. Okay... [Context: Camera pulls back. Balboa slowly retreats.] Listen to me. This isn't some ghost shit. No EVPs. Real people. Doing... snuff or some fucked-up thing... this isn't staged... they're serious... that girl's screaming in pain... [Heavy breathing, near-sobbing] Fuck... they'll hear me. [Context: Headlamp flickers, casting distorted shadows.] Okay... fuck. [Context: Rapid footsteps approaching off-camera.] Shh... think they're coming... [Whispers]: "Someone's here..." Shit. [Context: Camera whips around as Balboa bolts down narrow side hallway.] Okay... okay... Getting out fuck fuck... [Context: Violent camera shake while running. Puddles and debris. Ragged breathing.] Can't take the stairs! Another hallway! [Context: Camera jerks violently. Collides with crumbling wall.] FUCK! Scanning chat: "GET OUT", "CALL COPS", "RUN!" Trying! [Context: Headlamp flickers. Shadowy figures begin moving in background.] SHIT! [Voices in distance: "There!" or "Get him!"] Okay... okay... they're behind me fuck they're gaining... Chat... help me please... help me.. call the police or something! [Gasping] Need a plan. [Context: Camera reveals small side room with partially open door. Old cabinet inside.] Hiding here. Shhh... [Whispers]: "Tell me if you see anything." [Context: Balboa enters room. Camera shakes as door closes.] Okay... Hidden... Don't hear anything yet... Can't talk louder, they'll hear. I swear this is real... not some stunt for views... I'm terrified... heart's gonna explode... Chat... tell me what to do... [Context: Static shot of darkness. Sliver of light under door. Heavy footsteps outside.] Can't... can't move. [Barely breathing] Chat... please. Help.

Chapter 6