The air was electric in the hospital, crackling with palpable tension as Naomi began the ritual. Ancient words flowed from her lips, each syllable a defiance against the darkness clinging to the walls like a living thing. The hospital responded with fury, its structure groaning and shaking as if it were trying to shake off the binding spell. Naomi was hurled against walls, bruised by the assault of the entity, but she remained unshaken.

She kept on uttering the incantation, and in a fit of rage, the entity let loose with all its might; the hospital started to turn into a dream-like nightmare-the twisting corridors, the ceiling and floors melting into one another as the outlines of reality began to dissolve. Naomi’s mind was assaulted by visions of her deepest fears—phantoms of her family, scenes from her past, and the specters of all she had lost. The entity wielded her memories like weapons, each one a calculated strike designed to shatter her spirit.

Naomi’s heart ached with every vision, each one a reminder of the pain and suffering that had brought her to this point. But she refused to yield. She fought back with a fierce determination, summoning every ounce of strength she possessed to stand firm against the entity’s relentless assault. Her voice rose above the chaos, a beacon of hope in the storm of despair.

Before her, amidst this chaotic battle, was the monstrous form of the entity, shifting in an amalgamation of fear and darkness. The creatures that emerged from its shadowy depths clawed at her, seeking to drag her into the abyss. Naomi fought them off with all her might, her will unbroken despite the odds stacked against her.

During mayhem, Naomi found that freeing the hospital from the curse required physically and spiritually tearing the entity loose from its clutch on the very foundation of the structure. She persisted through the altered landscape with spectral Tyler's guidance and pressed on down a tunnel lit with a dim glow of hope.

At last, Naomi reached the heart of the hospital, where the core pulsed like some sort of living organ of flesh at the center of the curse. The air was thick with malevolence, life force of the entity feeding off the suffering it had inflicted. Naomi steeled herself, knowing full well this was the moment that would decide everything.

With the final words of the ritual spilling from her mouth, Naomi released the ancient power she had summoned. The organ twisted beneath her words, and the air vibrated with energy as the spell took hold. The hospital convulsed violently as the walls cracked and splintered, severing the tethers binding the entity to the structure.

As that power ebbed, the shadows that haunted her steps began to dissolve, and the whispers of the lost fell silent. Naomi watched as the monstrous form unraveled, its substance dissipating like smoke on the wind. The curse was breaking; the cycle of suffering finally was coming to an end.

The hospital began to collapse in upon itself-a singularity of darkness as the structure imploded from the entity's loosened grip. Naomi was tossed from the heart of the building, her body caught in the chaos of its destruction. But even as she was tossed into the chaos, she heard one final, guttural roar from the entity-a sound of pure rage and despair as it faced its annihilation.

It was doomed, and yet Naomi was tangled in its destruction, unsure of her own fate. Everything around her seemed a whirlwind of darkness and light, with the earth churning beneath her feet as the building collapsed into nothingness. Yet amidst this destruction, she felt a peaceful feeling, a quiet assurance that the souls trapped inside the hospital were free.

As the ritual concluded, Naomi knew she faced a final choice: stay to ensure the hospital’s complete destruction or escape to survive. The decision weighed heavily upon her, a life-or-death choice that tested the limits of her courage and resolve.

Naomi chose life, her heart racing in her chest. Gathering the last of her strength, she ran toward the exit, the path lit by a small crack of light in the distance. It was a beacon of hope, a promise of freedom from the shadows that had haunted her for so long.

As she stepped out into the outside world, the last scream of the hospital was still echoing in her ears, proof of the war she had weathered and won. The once-magnificent building now lay shattered behind her, a haunting reminder of the agony it had inflicted.

Naomi came out into the daylight, her body bruised and broken but very much alive. She knew the memories of the terror would haunt her for the rest of her days, but she was free. The entity was gone; its curse over, foiled by her courage and determination.

Naomi walked away from the ruins, and at the edge of the hospital grounds stood Tyler's ghost, watching her with a soft smile. She walked toward him, but he vanished, leaving only a soft, lingering presence. It was a reminder she wasn't really free, but neither was she alone anymore. She had carried within her the strength of those she had lost, a beacon of hope to guide her into the unknown.

Naomi walked into the distance as the scene faded to black, carrying with her into the horizon the weight of the hospital's curse. Changed forever by the nightmare presented before her, it is a new dawn she steps toward, her heart filled with hope and the promise of a future bereft of the dark shadows of her past.