spooky spooky spooky - page 11

last nightI worked L&D in my hospital. I usually workNICU. Well, we were sitting around talking and the subject of ghostly inhabitants came up and our scrub tech went on to relate the story of how... Read More

  1. by   RNpandoraRN
    Here's my story...a bit long...

    I'm a skeptic, always have been and still am, despite my two experiences:

    My boyfriend and I were living together in September 2003, when he left for a week to vacation in Arizona. I stayed behind since I had to work. The night before he was due back, a Sunday, I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned for a couple of hours, and kept looking at the clock because I was getting angry that I wouldn't get enough sleep to get up early for work the next morning.

    I looked at the alarm clock beside the bed at one point and it was exactly 12:30am. That's it, I decided, I'm just going to pinch my eyes shut and stop checking the time!

    I laid there a little bit and for some reason opened my eyes. Leaning beside my bed with his hands on his knees, head cocked to the side and staring at me, was a man.

    Now my initial thought was that someone had broken in and I was about to be attacked and raped. I leapt from to the end of my bed (a queen) and I heard someone screaming in terrifyingly loud, short bursts again and again (me, I realized, but I've never screamed that way in life!).

    The man just calmly stayed where he was, he only moved his head as he followed my journey from top of bed to bottom. I guess I stopped, frozen in my tracks, because it clicked in my head that if this man was going to do something, he'd have done it by now and shut me up.

    Then, just like that...there was nothing there. Just the familiar darkness of my room and my heart beating like a hummingbirds. I looked at the clock and it was merely 12:50, only 20 minutes had passed, and I'm sure I spent 5 minutes of that calming myself. Surely 15 minutes is hardly long enough to have fallen into a deep REM sleep and then awakened.

    Needless to say, I refused to return home from work the next day until my boyfriend got home.

    About 6 months later I woke up in the night with some serious stomach problems and decided to use the extra bathroom (rather than the master bathroom) so as to not wake my beau. I left the door cracked because my cat likes to follow me around and gets upset if he can't get in. The cat came in and laid at my feet for a few minutes when I heard who I assumed to be my boyfriend(because he was the only man in the place) call the cats name from the bedroom. The cat perked up, looked out the door, and promptly wondered out, I assumed to the other room. But when I finished and came out, there was the cat, laying around as usual in the kitchen...and my boyfriend was fast asleep.
    Last edit by RNpandoraRN on Oct 27, '05
  2. by   babynurselsa
    I remember many years ago my first husband and I lived in a little rent house. He worked nights so I was home alone. I awoke with the terrifying sensation that someone was standing in my bedroom. (Our bedroom was pitch dark whenever the lights were off as we had the windows covered for him to sleep during the day.)
    I just lay there perfectly still for what seemed like eternity and the sensation passed at which point I got up turned on every light in the house and of course, found nothing.
    This never happened again, of course from then on I always left the bathroom light on from then on.
  3. by   Cute_CNA
    Quote from pandora780
    My boyfriend and I were living together in September 2003, when he left for a week to vacation in Arizona. I stayed behind since I had to work. The night before he was due back, a Sunday, I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned for a couple of hours, and kept looking at the clock because I was getting angry that I wouldn't get enough sleep to get up early for work the next morning.

    I looked at the alarm clock beside the bed at one point and it was exactly 12:30am. That's it, I decided, I'm just going to pinch my eyes shut and stop checking the time!

    I laid there a little bit and for some reason opened my eyes. Leaning beside my bed with his hands on his knees, head cocked to the side and staring at me, was a man.

    Now my initial thought was that someone had broken in and I was about to be attacked and raped. I leapt from to the end of my bed (a queen) and I heard someone screaming in terrifyingly loud, short bursts again and again (me, I realized, but I've never screamed that way in life!).

    The man just calmly stayed where he was, he only moved his head as he followed my journey from top of bed to bottom. I guess I stopped, frozen in my tracks, because it clicked in my head that if this man was going to do something, he'd have done it by now and shut me up.

    Then, just like that...there was nothing there. Just the familiar darkness of my room and my heart beating like a hummingbirds. I looked at the clock and it was merely 12:50, only 20 minutes had passed, and I'm sure I spent 5 minutes of that calming myself. Surely 15 minutes is hardly long enough to have fallen into a deep REM sleep and then awakened.

    Needless to say, I refused to return home from work the next day until my boyfriend got home.
    I would have totally understood if you crapped your pants right then and there. :uhoh21: You get the picture.
  4. by   Pecantan1980
    [quote=highasthesky][b]i love this thread....got chills on some of them! although i've always been a huge fan of the paranormal, never believed in ghosts or apparitions until my husband and daddy of my 14 month old passed away.......she'd start crying at night the week he died, b4 i could get out of bed and get to her she was quietened by her mobile and up at the edge of her bed reaching and saying "da-da". scared me to death so i started putting her in the bed with me at bedtime. she would wake me up talking to her "da-da", and responding the way she only did to him. i put it in the back of my mind as coincidence and because she missed him. one night she woke me up sitting up in bed and playing saying "da-da" and she was playing patty cake with "an imaginary friend" in front of her and giggling like she never had before. scared the daylights out of me, moved in with my dad after that. my dad saw things i told him about, we were both turned into believers of the paranormal. i was afraid but my dad wasn't. he said i should be thankful he was still watching over her. she's 15 now, and i wonder at times if he's still watching her. she's never said anything out the way, so i don't suppose she's seen anything out of the ordinary.

    i live in the south and i have heard some older people say that 'angels sometimes come and play with the babies' i have no children but if i did this thought would soothe me, especially if i knew it could be the childs' father. i would not think of him as a ghost but rather an angel.:angel2:
  5. by   Cute_CNA
    Quote from Pecantan1980
    I LOVE this thread....got chills on some of them! Although I've always been a huge fan of the paranormal, never believed in ghosts or apparitions until my husband and Daddy of my 14 month old passed away.......she'd start crying at night the week he died, b4 I could get out of bed and get to her she was quietened by her mobile and up at the edge of her bed reaching and saying "Da-Da". Scared me to death so I started putting her in the bed with me at bedtime. She would wake me up talking to her "Da-Da", and responding the way she only did to him. I put it in the back of my mind as coincidence and because she missed him. One night she woke me up sitting up in bed and playing saying "Da-Da" and she was playing patty cake with "an imaginary friend" in front of her and giggling like she never had before. Scared the daylights out of me, moved in with my Dad after that. My Dad saw things I told him about, we were both turned into believers of the paranormal. I was afraid but my Dad wasn't. He said I should be thankful he was still watching over her. She's 15 now, and I wonder at times if he's still watching her. She's never said anything out the way, so I don't suppose she's seen anything out of the ordinary.

    I live in the south and I have heard some older people say that 'Angels sometimes come and play with the babies' I have no children but if I did this thought would soothe me, especially if I knew it could be the childs' father. I would not think of him as a ghost but rather an angel.:angel2:

    Cute story!
  6. by   TypicalFish
    I live in a house that is over 100 years old, and it is haunted. When we first moved there, our middle son, then 3 1/2, would sit in his room and talk and play and laugh by himself, when we asked him what he was doing he'd say "playn' with my buddies"-at first we thought that he meant his toys, but it became obvious that he was seeing something after he drew pictures of his "buddies"-goofy preschooler pictures-stick figures and scribbles, but the best we could figure it was another child and a "doggie", and a "kitty"

    One thing is weird is that even though our sons are older now, they still see what they call "the Ghost Cat"; They will wake up at night and feel the warm weight of a cat on them, only to find that it is not there; they'll see a cat, usually in my oldest son's room. And one day, i was in the kitchen cooking and I stepped backward, felt something under my heel and heard "RNOW" -or whatever noise a cat makes when you step on it. We also sometimes hear voices like someone talking in the house.

    We all also hear someone walking in the house-not the creaking of old hardwood floors, but true pace, pace, pace back and forth and usually only in the hallway and in one room-the room that used to be the kitchen. We also have lights go on and off, cold spots, hot spots, things disappear.

    One really weird incident happened one night; I was sitting in my room reading, the kids were still up-it wasn't really late or anything, and my door creaked open, so I looked up thinking it was one of my kids. I didn't see anyone so I said "who's there?" and as I looked a small toddler appeared, dark-haired and giggling, kind of wiggling the way toddlers do, I said who's there again, thinking I was seeing things, and the child giggled and disappeared. Needless to say I was wide-awake. This wasn't too long ago; my kids are big teens.

    One other thing happened one day when I was home by myself; Being neurotic me, I had all the doors locked-we only have a front door and back door. I was upstairs folding laundry, and heard the front door open, slam (it's loud and distinct-big heavy old wooden door) and heard someone walk down the hallway (I don't have rugs) and come towards the steps; thinking that my dh was home unusually early, I walked to the top of the steps and called his name; The walking steps stopped; I called his name again as I came down the steps; there was no one there, the doors were still locked. My house isn't very big, and the door is old and noisy-there is no way anyone would have had time to walk back out and close the door-not enough time and I would of heard it-this is a "noisy" house. I called dh and he was over 60 miles away. I decided to go out for coffee.

    One night, my dh who is a complete skeptic kept hearing the walking noise, and some voices, as well as what he described as the sound of chairs scraping around in the den (the houses original kitchen); the den had only a couch and some cushions for sitting in it, no chairs. Thinking of me and how I believe, he called out "Quit it, please, I need to get some sleep. The noises stopped.

    Don't even ask me about the basement, I will not go in it. but other than that, we feel that there's nothing scarey here.

    one other story-some friends of mine had a daughter that had multiple health issues (this was back in the 60's)-long story, but she eventually began to decline, she was about 5, and regresses to the point of needing to be diapered and non verbal. My friends were desperate to help her, lots of tests, treatments, different docs-fighting hard to keep her alive. One night the dad woke up "for no reason" and went into Laura's room to find her awake and sitting up in her crib. as he bent to pick her up, she locked eyes with him and said "let me go"; flabbergasted that she had spoken, and thinking it was a positive sign, without thinking he said "Honey, I'm not holding you" She said "No. Let me go"-he said the look in her eyes freaked him, older somehow; not knowing what else to do, he said "okay honey" and she laid back down and went to sleep. She died two days later.
    Last edit by TypicalFish on Jan 27, '06
  7. by   purplemania
    we had a room that the nurses avoided because gossip on the floor was that it contained a ghost. At some point that portion of the hospital was shut down, but used for storage. About a year after the shutdown I had a conversation with one of the maintenance guys. I asked if he ever noticed anything funny about any of the rooms on that floor, trying not to be specific. He said they did not go into that one room, not even to store anything, because it was "haunted". I thought it funny that he singled out the same room.

    Also, had an MD die who had been on staff more than 30 years. Died in traffic accident. But he continued to "make rounds". I thought I saw him one night, heading towards the stairs. AN MD told me she saw him the same night, just at the bottom of same stairs, at same time as I "saw" him. Then, a THIRD person, another nurse, said she saw him too, same night. Creepy.
  8. by   lpnstudentin2010
    two years ago when i was a sophmore in highschool one of the seniors little sisters who was somewhere between 7-11 yo i am not sure exactly how old. this little girl was dieing of cancer. after this sweet girl passed away it went around school that this she had said a few days before she died "mommy i want to go home." "we will take you home soon sweety" "no i want to go home with jesus, but how will i know what car he is driving?"
  9. by   grace90
    Room 14 on our unit gives me the creeps. The TV will come on by itself, call lights will come on by themselves. We've had a total cystectomy patient start bleeding like crazy in the bathroom once , another patient coded and died:stone , one was unresponsive from a vagal response, one tried to get up alone and hit her head face first on the IV pole... you get the idea.
    A few nights ago I was headed for room 15 to give my SBO patient some pain meds but accidentally started walking into 14 dragging my laptop :smackingf (on wheeled stand). The curtain was pulled and I heard breathing and a chair move. Then it dawned on me- this room's empty!!!!!!!! No one in there. Aaak!!! I've taped or listened to report in there (we do tape-recorded report) and felt like I was being watched. :uhoh21:
  10. by   frenchfroggyAPRN
    I also have dreams that eerily come true

    1. When I was a kid I had a dream about a plane crash overseas. I went to the living room and told my Dad, who was watching TV, just then a reporter came on and said a 747 had crashed earlier in England. Daddy looked at me and asked had i been watching in the other room and i said no i dreamed it.


    2. I had a dream last year about a fountain of lights falling from the sky, only to get up and see footage of the space shuttle Challenger breaking up over Texas.


    3. In 1984 four of our friends were killed in a car wreck, I was only 19 at the time and did not take it very well. My husband went back to work (Police officer) and I saw one of the dead officers in the back of my husbands unit. I told my husband about him and about that time, his radio went off, He had a call. A suicide at one of the hotels, this officer that was killed was my husbands training officer (TO). This was his first suicide to work, his TO was watching over him.

    4. My husbands TO came to me in a dream and i felt him touch my arm and say they were ok and not to worry .

    Not in a dream but really happened to me
    1.. In my hospital our floors are set up in a triangle, we had a patient die earlier in our shift, I saw a patient walk into her room, i went to get the patient out, the body was still in there, there was no one in the room except the body.

    2. I spent a lot of time with my grandmother who had CA, one day she started looking at the ceiling and saying "see the angels, they are soo beautiful" the next day she was hospitalized, she died later that week, my mom-in-law was at her bedside, said that " she lifted up her arms and smiled, raised up off the bed and died".
  11. by   daisey_may
    I think this thread shouldn't be left to die...these stories have made me laugh and cry!
  12. by   58flyer
    I keep having this recurring dream following my involvement in the events after 9/11/01.

    Within days of the attack on the Twin Towers I was among a group of police officers from my agency who volunteered to go to NY to help.

    When we arrived it was still very much a search and rescue operation and we felt there might still be survivors to be found so there was a sense of urgency in the air. We were assigned the night shift and mostly did station house security and perimeter work so the NY officers could get some time off for the first time since the incident. I worked perimeter patrol for a couple days and was then "selected" to work in the "pit" as the Ground Zero site came to be known as.

    It was a 15 hour shift and I arrived back at the motel after my roommate was asleep. So as to not awaken him, I chose to shower after I got up. Problem was I took the Ground Zero smells to bed with me which lead to a dream state where I was working back in the pit.

    The work consisted mostly of the "bucket brigade." We passed along thousands of 5 gal plastic buckets of debris to a dumpster which was hauled out to be sifted for remains and valuables. It was tough work, and we wore protective gear like filter masks, hardhats, boots, gloves, etc. The line shifted and sometimes you would be at the front of the line with a shovel, or at the dumpster, or anywhere along the line. The air smelled of a combination of burning building, concrete, and jet fuel, along with a hint of human decay. We once found a whole body, but mostly it was just body parts, which we put into biobags to be taken out separately.

    In my dream, which still occurs every few weeks, I am back in Ground Zero, passing along those damned plastic buckets. The smells and sounds are there. I become aware of civilians around us watching us work. Bear in mind the only people allowed in are cops and firefighters, and we all have a special ID card that we had to keep with us, and of course we are wearing protective gear. Who are those people watching us? It finally occurs to me that they are the dead, those killed in the buildings and on the airplanes. I ask the guy next to me who they are, but he just gives me a strange look, he doesn't see anyone but us. I am apparently the only one who can see them! After awhile, one of the civilians says to another, "I think he sees us" talking about me, "No he can't" says another. One of them starts to shadow me along the line. I pretend to not see them, but I am getting really scared now. Finally, I have shifted to the dumpster, and one of the civilians is standing so close to me that I have to throw the bucket over his head to send it back down the line. I see one bucket coming and no more behind it and I realize there will be a lull for a few minutes. I know at some point I am going to have to confront this guy but I am scared sh*tless. He is a caucasian male, about 35, dark brown hair, green eyes, about 5'10", slim build, wearing a blue/white vertical pinstripe long sleeve shirt, open at the collar, no tie, navy blue pants and black dress shoes. I decide that at the lull, I will look him in the face and see what his issue is. The time comes, I throw the bucket past him, and take a long pause to gather my nerves. I look him straight in those green eyes, we just stare at each other for some time. Then he says, " We appreciate what you's guys are doing here, and we love you for it brother, take care of yourself." And he turned and walked away.
    Last edit by 58flyer on May 24, '06
  13. by   brigaily2000
    Yes, keep them coming. Have had no experiences like this myself, but really enjoy hearing about others.

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