spooky spooky spooky

[babynurselsa]

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 she can go back to the surgical suites and turn off the lights and return a little later and the surgical lamps over the tables will be on.

We had this med student with us and he walked back with her and they turned off all the lights, waited half an hour and went back to check.

Sure enough, the spotlights were on. well this was where a couple of the other nurses and I came in on this story and of course I jumped right in and so BS! So she did it again with us all with her.

we went back a little later and they were on again.

Of course we had to try it again. This time our med student went back and checked from the hall and the lights were still off, a short time later 3 of us went back and the 1st OR light was not on, but in the 2nd OR the light was on as was the anesthessia machine.

We decided to mess with the whole thing a little and adjusted the light and pointed it towards the wall to the right of the table and left, a short time later I peeked in and the light was on, pointed back to the center of the table and the machine was off. Then I pointed it to the wall at the head of the bed and left. Tight after we counted I peeked in again and it was pointed toward the wall at the foot of the table.

Our poor tech would not even go down there alone to collect instruments for CS without someone with her, after that she wouldn't even go down there with someone.

Now being the eternal skeptic, I tried to be aware where all of us were and watch for someone to go back there and did not ever catch anyone sneaking back.

What do you all think???

[fedupnurse]

Time to revive this thread. It's a great one. They say (don't know who they are) that there are 3 criteria to become a ghost:

1. die unexpectedly 2. Die a violent death 3. Die in the middle of doing something.

I worked in a hotel, an old one, about 20 years ago and we had a ghost named Cora. She was a chamber maid at the hotel back in 1951. SHe started having a heart attack in the newer building and ran thru the connecting doors into the old building and died on the couch on the 3rd floor landing. That couch was still there in the late 70's and early 80's. Cora died in the middle of a task and died unexpentantly. I would leave the office and there would be keys on the desk to be put back in the room boxes. When I would return, they nwould be put away. We routinely heard her walking down the back stairs and routinely saw the door opening to that stairway. We would just say Hi, Cora!

In the hospital, we have plenty of ghosts. One incident was on Halloween when a few of us took a breather and were discussing if ghosts existed. One of my colleagues said we were nuts and thought there was no such thing. No one was near the code cart when the intubation tray flew up into the air about 3 feet flipped over and landed face down on the floor....

[kmchugh]

Like nurse4kids, I am a skeptic about many things, particularly health fraud, "miracle cures" and "herbal therapy." Have been a member of the health fraud list serve for years. I also believe that the guy from Crossin Over is doing cold readings, pulling info from the before the show interviews and reading the faces and emotions of those he works with. A good blind (or double blind) study would probably reveal him to be, at best, a very perceptive charlatan. Nevertheless, I think there is something to these stories, and my faith makes me believe in life after death. I don't know if ghosts really exist, or if the power of suggestion has something to do with it, but in any event, here's my story.

While in nursing school, I worked in the VA nursing home here in Wichita Kansas. As much as I hate the VA here, the nursing home was one of the finest in the state (so of course, they closed it down). We had a patient in the unit for a long time, and he was a real challenge. Post CVA (I think), and on his call light ALL the time. 10 times in an hour was not unusual. I don't remember his name, so I'll call him Bob.

Bob finally passed on. For several weeks thereafter, the call light from his bed continued to go off regularly. We had facilities maintenance in to check it, figuring he'd used it so much, it had a short or something. They could find nothing wrong with the circuits, and even changed the cord and call button, all to no avail. The call light kept going off. Finally, one of the nurses had had enough. She marched down the hall, walked into the room, and said "Bob, that's enough! You died. No matter how much you hit that call light, we can't do anything else for you. It's time you moved on to whatever awaits you, and leave this place for the living."

You guessed it. From that time forward, that call light never went off again until we had a new patient in the room.

Kevin McHugh

[colleen10]

My husband and I just bought our first home a little over a year ago. Our house is about 80 years old, very old fashioned with hard wood floors and high ceilings and we really don't know much about the history of the house. The first week we settled into the house I was in the smallest bedroom. I was just checking the place out and trying to figure out what I wanted to put in the room and use it for.

The weirdest thing happened. I smelled fresh flowers, mostly roses. Now, it was the beginning of March, in the Northeast, and about 20 degrees outside. None of the windows were open, nothing was in bloom, there were no fresh flowers or scented candles anywhere in the house at all. And I didn't have perfume on and there was no one else in the house that would have had perfume on either. I didn't have cleaners or air fresheners around. There also was no furniture, boxes or anything in the room with me. The smell just came and went within a few minutes. It wasn't faint, it was quite distinct. I smelled it once again a few days later in the kitchen, which is directly below that bedroom.

I have not smelled it since. And nothing bad has happened to anyone in my family and nothing "spooky" has happened at the house. But, I did end up turning the room into a guest bedroom and it was almost a year later that my husband said to me "do you realize that you decorated that room in roses?". The curtains and sheets are rose prints. Maybe it was a subconcious thing. He now calls it "The Rose Room".

Another weird thing about our house a little while after we moved in..... one day I was at work and I was just soooo tired because I had spent the entire weekend doing pretty strenuous physical labor on the house. Nothing was happening at the office so I went home. It was early afternoon and I was lying on the couch snuggly wrapped in a blanket with my eyes half closed. When I swear to God All Mighty that I heard little feet (more than one pair) (like children's steps) come down the wood steps from the second to the first floor and walk past the back of the couch. I heard a tiney child like voice go "shhhh" as if telling someone else to be quiet. I know that I wasn't asleep because I was very awake when I first heard the sounds of foot steps!

One last story and I promise I'll quit.

My father has a job where he works odd shifts and at the beginning of his career he did extensive travelling and working out of town. He was living in New Jersey and sharing an apartment with a co-worker who was also stationed there. He had stayed up late and crashed on the couch while his room mate was sleeping in his bedroom. All of a sudden my dad is awakened from a sound sleep by what he says was like a ball of energy just bouncing around the apartment. It only lasted a few seconds but made quite a racket. His roommate came out into the living room and asked what was going on and neither of them had any idea. The next morning my dad found out that the young man in the apartment across the hall and directly above on the next floor had commited suicide that night.

Sometimes I try to tell myself that these kind of things don't exist but don't you think it's also kind of freaky that so many people have different "things" happen to them?

I haven't been paying much attention to "ER" this season but did anyone else see last weeks episode with Dr. Green? At the end when he passed away he was back in the ER walking around the empty exam rooms and stations. For some reason that really creeped me out.

[boobaby42]

I know I talk about my dad alot, but anyway. After he died, I felt his presence all of the time. Not a scarey feeling, but a comfort. I got a little crazy, ok? I got a witch board, and guess what...

I asked the questions only my dad would know the answers. The board spelled out the answers. It scared my sister so, she wouldn't play again. But I did, and it continued to move in the direction of right answers.

Some say it is evil. I don't know. It hasn't worked in a year. I guess my dad was satisfied the last time we talked.

I reassured him (dad) that I was going to be ok, that I would see him one day soon.

I believe in spirits and I believe we have a guardian angel to help us. I believe. dob: 10-31-1959 boobaby

[momrn50]

I've seen several ghosts at LTC facilities that I've worked. One was an old lady who went back and forth from the kitchen to the dining room. She was dressed in a long black dress and she actually moved the tables and chairs around. The other one was when one of our little old ladies was getting ready to die, but she was waiting for her husband who had been dead for years...When i went in to check on her she was smiling and said,"See, I told you he'd come for me. Right next to the bed was a tall collumn of bright light...she reached for it and died, and the light disappeared. Comforting really....also have a rocking chair that rocks by itself and bed tables that go up and down in one room where I work now...the lady in the room just laughs and says "It's just the haunts."

[mario_ragucci]

During Vietnam War American trucks would broadcast via loudspeakers, to the North Vietnamese soldiers the sounds of ghosts. The Asians are more believing in ghosts; more hardcore believers (?)

Anyway, the messages would be in the sound of a voice of a ghost, using echo chambers and the like. Many Vietamese were scared very much by the sounds. It even scared many South Vietnamese who heard the broadcasts from loudspeaker trucks.

I think thesy believed if you were killed as a soldier you instantly became a ghost, at least thats what was broadcast to them. People believe in so much stuff :-)

[dianthe1013]

Believe it or not, the one thing that freaks me out more than anything else is one of my father's cars. And this is going to be a long post. :)

Several years ago, he bought a 1973 Volkswagen Beetle with the intention of restoring it. The red exterior was still in pretty good shape, but the interior had been completely gutted by a fire. I mean, hollowed out, to the point of having no front seats. He started small and kept trucking away at it, finally getting the interior cleaned up and a driver's seat in place.

When he finally got a passenger's seat installed, I started noticing that every time I walked past the car, I'd do an automatic double-take. My eyes kept being drawn to that passenger's seat. If I looked dead at the spot or tried to see something, then there was nothing there. It was always when I wasn't thinking about it.

I mentioned it to my parents and sister, and they all agreed that I was nuts. However... My mother, the Staunch Realist, admitted that it happened to her sometimes, too. My father never had much to say about it.

One day, I realized that I'd never really seen something in the car, simply sensed a presence. Though it wasn't something I'd seen with my eyes, I had a feeling it was female, young, with long dark hair. After that, I avoided the car and said nothing more. I was freaked. I refused to set foot in the car, but wouldn't elaborate on why.

Finally, one day, my father came home just wigging out. He kept saying that he'd been stung by a bee, which is a huge deal for my dad, because he's so dreadfully allergic that anaphylactic shock is a real worry. He said the bee had stung the back of his hand, but I couldn't find any marks or welts. He wasn't having his usual reaction, so we dosed him with Benadryl and waited for a while. He never did have an adverse reaction.

Later, he told me the story about what had happened. He was leaning over to retrieve a CD case from the passenger floorboard - not watching the road - when he felt a stinging pinch on his hand. He looked up just in time to avoid hitting an SUV that had slammed on its brakes in front of him.

He didn't want to hear my interpretation of that, but admitted that other strange stuff happens in the car, like how sometimes the radio volume will adjust itself. He maintains to this day that he just owns "a quirky old car."

His near accident was almost a year ago. Since then, I have no problem with whatever - or whoever - resides in that Volkswagen. The way I see it, if she's watching out for my father, then I owe her the courtesy of not being freaked out.

There are other stories, mainly about our house and family, but those are for another time, and another post. :)

Donna :)

[fedupnurse]

Anybody else out there saying "WOW!!!" after reading these!

[zudy]

Yes, I've got duckbumps on my goosebumps!!!!!!

[LasVegasRN]

Not sure if this is along the lines of death, but definitely creepy...

I've had 3 dreams where I think I have experienced someone's deaths - right at the moment of their deaths.

The first I was a Asian male, I think Japanese, coming home from work. I lived in either Japan or China, not sure which one. I was wearing a blue oxford shirt and navy pants. I had a small bouquet of flowers for my wife in one hand, briefcase in the other. As I was walking up to my front screen door, I was shot in the back. I sunk into the screen door, and thought how sad I was that my wife was going to find me like this, that she was going to be so distraught.

The second one I was a hispanic male, migrant worker in California. I was on a truck full of lettuce heads we had picked that day and the truck brakes failed. The truck was going down a steep hill and rolled over. I died on impact.

The third I was a young girl in the south. I was buying something from a convenience mart. When I walked out of the store, I was hit and killed by a stray bullet from someone shooting from a car passing by.

These are dreams, but, not like any of the regular weird dreams I have, in these I was not myself at all and felt (although muted) the deaths of these people.

Real story ... my cousin's roommate went to have a planned back surgery done. He died on the table VERY unexpectedly - bled out from a ruptured aneurysm or something. When my cousin came home, he went into his roommates room and found all of his insurance papers laid out, a suit on the bed with a note saying it was the suit he wanted to be buried in, and final letters to his closest friends and family. That still gives me chills. Whew. :chair:

[shannonRN, BSN, RN]

lasvegas, your whole thread gave me the goosebumps. those dreams are amazing. but i don't envy nor do i want to have any like them!

[KatWright]

I live alone......kids are grown and on their own .........the ex is an ex for many reasons.........anyhow, one morning I had a weird dream (?) a few months ago. I pushed snooze for the third time (usually I only push it once) and I swear that some one yelled......."Get your A$$ out of bed"

I jumped up and was in the bathroom before it dawned on me that no one else was there !!!!!!!!!! :eek: :chair:

But even though it puzzeled me, I still hit snooze:)

Kat