For a generation that grew up in the middle 20th century, the thought of having to go inside an iron lung was enough to induce nightmares. At the time medical technology was making important advancements, saving the lives of people who wouldn’t have survived ten or fifteen years earlier. Iron lungs saved the lives of countless people. All the suffering patients had to do was remain mobile for weeks or months, trapped inside a metal box, immobile.
Listen to a creepypasta told by a survivor of an iron lung. In 1952, as a young boy, the narrator was diagnosed with a dangerous affliction. The only way to cure his body was for him to spend 25 days inside of iron lung. Lying motionless inside his hospital room with another young boy named Jason as his company, the storyteller began to feel the terror of being trapped, with his breathing being difficult, and then of the paranoia that begin to set in his mind and with Jason.
Here’s where the horror gets worse: he wasn’t alone inside that iron lung.
Find out what happened in “My Time in an Iron Lung”.