Bhí ciúnas iontach ann san ospidéal.

There was an incredible silence in the hospital.

Bhí an oíche dorcha, agus bhí boladh na hEarrach ag líonadh an aer lasmuigh.

The night was dark, and the scent of spring was filling the air outside.

Bhí Eamon, Siobhan, agus Cillian ag obair san ospidéal an oíche sin.

Eamon, Siobhan, and Cillian were working in the hospital that night.

Bhí Eamon maith ag insint scéalta.

Eamon was good at telling stories.

Bhí sé lán d’imaginíocht agus ba mhaith leis Siobhan a mhealladh lena scéalta fiáine.

He was full of imagination and wanted to captivate Siobhan with his wild tales.

Ba mhaith le Siobhan oíche shíochánta, ach bhí sí ag éisteacht i gcónaí le scéalta Eamon.

Siobhan wanted a peaceful night, but she always listened to Eamon's stories.

Bhí Cillian, fear slándála na hoíche, cairdiúil ach beagán neirbhíseach de réir mar a bhí an oíche ag dul ar aghaidh.

Cillian, the night security guard, was friendly but a little nervous as the night went on.

Bhí doirse uathoibríoch an ospidéil ag obair go mícheart agus ag oscailt go tobann.

The hospital's automatic doors were malfunctioning and opening suddenly.

Shíl Eamon gur seans é an suaitheadh seo chun spraoi a thosú.

Eamon thought this disturbance was an opportunity to start some fun.

"Tá taibhse anseo," a d'fhógair Eamon, agus é ag féachaint ar Siobhan le súile lán le spleodar.

"There's a ghost here," Eamon declared, looking at Siobhan with eyes full of excitement.

Níor chreid Siobhan ar dtús é, ach thosaigh Cillian ag breathnú timpeall go cúramach.

Siobhan didn't believe him at first, but Cillian began to look around carefully.

"Bhuel, b’fhéidir go bhfuil rud éigin ann," a dúirt Cillian, níos imníoch anois.

"Well, maybe there is something there," Cillian said, now more anxious.

Thosaigh an ráfla ag scaipeadh i measc foireann oíche na hoifige.

The rumor started to spread among the night staff.

Bhí an ospidéal ar fad ag caint faoin taibhse.

The whole hospital was talking about the ghost.

Tharla caos agus imní, agus bhí baol ann go mbogfadh sé seo isteach i gcúram othar.

Chaos and anxiety ensued, and there was a danger that this would spill over into patient care.

Thuig Eamon go raibh rudaí as smacht agus gurbh é an ciontóir é.

Eamon realized things were out of control and that he was the culprit.

Bhí iomaíocht idir an fonn a bhí air gur laoch os comhair Siobhan agus na contúirtí a bhí ar siúl ag teacht i gcrích.

He was torn between wanting to be a hero in front of Siobhan and the dangers that were unfolding.

Mar sin, rinne Eamon cinneadh.

So, Eamon made a decision.

D'inis sé do Siobhan agus Cillian an fhírinne faoina mhícheart.

He told Siobhan and Cillian the truth about his mistake.

Thosaigh siad ag obair le chéile chun an fantaisíocht a chur ina cheart.

They began to work together to set the fantasy straight.

Shocraigh siad seó bradach de fhiach taibhsí a dhéanamh chun an rud fíor a nochtadh.

They decided to stage a fake ghost hunt to reveal the truth.

Agus le cabhair ó Cillian, d’aimsigh siad na doirse nach raibh ag obair i gceart.

And with Cillian's help, they located the doors that weren't functioning properly.

Bhí gáire acu le chéile nuair a d'oscail an doras arís uathu féin.

They shared a laugh together when the door opened again by itself.

"Seo ár dtaibhse," a dúirt Siobhan, ag gáire.

"Here's our ghost," said Siobhan, laughing.

Thug an bheirt acu an scéal críochnaithe do na baill foirne eile.

The two of them shared the finished story with the other staff members.

Chuir siad deireadh ar eagla na hoíche sin.

They put an end to the night's fear.

Fuair gach duine amach an aghaidh na fírinne.

Everyone found out the truth.

Ní raibh taibhse ann, ach doirse a bhí ag obair go mícheart.

There was no ghost, just doors that weren't working correctly.

B’in deireadh le sceimhle na hoíche.

That was the end of the night terror.

Ag deireadh na hoíche, bhí fada go leor ag Eamon, Siobhan, agus Cillian.

At the end of the night, Eamon, Siobhan, and Cillian had had enough.

Bhí an gáire bainte, agus tháinig siad níos gaire le chéile leis an eachtra aislingeach seo.

The laughter was shared, and they grew closer together through this dreamy adventure.

Thuig Eamon nach raibh gá le scéalta bréige chun cairde a dhéanamh.

Eamon realized there was no need for false stories to make friends.

Bhí cairde ann cheana féin, díreach mar aon.

They were already friends, just as they were.