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Inside, I found a dimly lit room filled with old ironing boards and rusty irons. The air was thick with the scent of starch and burnt fabric. Suddenly, I heard the soft hum of an iron gliding across fabric, followed by the faint whisper of a woman's voice.

When La Planchada finally stopped ironing, the room fell silent. The dress lay perfectly pressed on the board, its fabric shimmering in the dim light. She turned to me, her eyes filled with a deep sadness, and vanished into thin air.

I was left standing alone, surrounded by the scent of ironed fabric and the faint echo of her haunting melody. As I stumbled backward, out of the room, I realized that La Planchada had left me with a gift – a glimpse into a world where time stood still, and the beauty of impermanence reigned.

Suddenly, the fabric she was ironing began to take shape, transforming into a beautiful, antique-style dress. La Planchada's eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. She was trying to communicate something, but I couldn't quite decipher the message.

As I walked through the abandoned hospital, I stumbled upon a door with a faded sign that read "La Planchada". I had heard whispers about this enigmatic figure, a ghostly woman with a penchant for ironing. My curiosity got the better of me, and I pushed open the creaky door.