What's Your Best Nursing Ghost Story?

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Nursing is a profession that often involves long lonely night shifts in eerie hospital wards. It's a perfect breeding ground for ghost stories. These stories often involve sightings of apparitions, strange noises, and unexplained events that are said to have taken place in hospitals, hospices, and other healthcare settings. Some of these stories are believed to be based on true events, while others are purely fictional. Regardless, they continue to captivate and intrigue both nurses and non-nurses alike - providing a spooky glimpse into the world of healthcare after dark.

I know you have seen and heard freaky things. Share your nursing ghost stories...

Hello

i am a care-aide in British Columbia in extended care. We had a cat on the floor for many years. It died on day. As time passed on I work nght shift and I entered a 4 bedroom with all ladies in bed and the bathroom door was open. It was 4 am and I swear till this day I say the skeleton of that cat walk right past me. It was only a few seconds but I have no idea what that meant. Can any tell me or have a clue. Thanks Josey

Hello

i am a care-aide in British Columbia in extended care. We had a cat on the floor for many years. It died on day. As time passed on I work nght shift and I entered a 4 bedroom with all ladies in bed and the bathroom door was open. It was 4 am and I swear till this day I say the skeleton of that cat walk right past me. It was only a few seconds but I have no idea what that meant. Can any tell me or have a clue. Thanks Josey

I've never heard of anyone seeing just the skeleton; I've always heard that you see them as they were in real life, or in a healthier state. It's also rare to hear about "ghost" animals.

Hello

i am a care-aide in British Columbia in extended care. We had a cat on the floor for many years. It died on day. As time passed on I work nght shift and I entered a 4 bedroom with all ladies in bed and the bathroom door was open. It was 4 am and I swear till this day I say the skeleton of that cat walk right past me. It was only a few seconds but I have no idea what that meant. Can any tell me or have a clue. Thanks Josey

Wow, maybe the cat just liked living in that facility, and liked to visit now and then. I wonder if any of the residents ever saw him?

" Nice ghost free office" HA! That's what I thought I was getting into. Instead, I was stuck in a place where you ALWAYS felt a presence. Corporate recently shut down our clinic,but, while I was there the office staff and I were convinced something was there. The building has lots of windows and lots of glass. I was always catching a glimps of something out of the corner of my eye. And there were many days/evenings when I'd have to admit defeat and get the heck out of there. We would hear things and try to locate them, but, the sound would keep moving like we were chasing something. In fact, in the 2 years we were open we went through 4 office manageres. I decided not to mention anything to the last one. Withing a week, she had come to me to ask about "weird noises". It got to the point where I wouldn't stay in the office alone.

Specializes in Adult Critical Care.

This is a continuation of my previous post on the trauma center that I used to work at in Texas. After the incident with the blonde children, and the young lady that died of AIDS; a few nights later, there was an older black lady on our floor who had been admitted earlier that shift with a possible seizure, not witnessed. I was her tech. She had been lucid. At around 2 am, she hit the call light and I want to her room. She was crouching with her body in the fetal position crying. I asked her what was wrong. She replied " get those kids outta here"! "What kids"? I replied. "Those little blonde kids" she yelled. "I dont want them in my bed, they're trying to take me" I told her to calm down, that there were no children in her room. This did not calm her, in fact it made her worse. She began screaming hysterically. "OH MY GOD, WHAT DO THEY WANT WITH ME, GET THEM OFF MY BED"!! She was slapping at air, screaming "dont you see them"? I told her no, as she screamed even louder. While her nurse called the doctor, I finally convinced her that she would be ok if she closed her eyes, which she did. She told me that she needed to pee. I offered her a bedpan which she refused. She told me she had problems peeing in a bedpan. So I got her up to the bedside commode and stood beside her waiting for her to finish. She still had her eyes closed. She asked me to wait right outside the door, and that she would call me when she finished, which I did. her door was cracked so I could see, and hear her in case of a seizure. All of a sudden, she began seizing. I yelled for the nurse as I ran to her side. She was slumped on the bedside commode having a grand mal seizure. It took the entire floor to get her back to the bed (she was obese). She went into respitory arrest, was coded, and died that night. That is when I started wondering about those blonde children and what they might be there for. More on this later...............:chair:

I read these posts a million times and hadn't ever really had anything concrete happen to me until last night.

I'm a float nurse in a little hospital, and lately have been spending my evenings on our Geri-Psych Unit. It was once a long term care unit, as well as a pediatric unit. (Little kid ghosts scare the bejeezies outta me!) At any rate.

I had a patient that was feeling wheezy down the hall, so I had the guy I was working with run down to the nurse's station and grab a stethescope for me. I sat in the patient's room and chatted with her until he came back. After I listened to her, i threw the steth around my neck and he and I headed down the hall. WELL. We were about five feet from the room, and I felt him smack my shoulder and knock my stethescope off my shoulders. (He and I are good friends, we joke around alot and had just been talking about how we think it's funny to be a pest like that, hey we're both young *grin*) Anyways...so I turned around and said, "WHY would you do that?" and laughed...only to realize that he hadn't come out of the room!!!!!! There was NO ONE there...just me. And the smack was hard enough that I felt it - I mean, I've had my steth fall off my shoulder before because it wasn't around there good, but I FELT something hit me....scary.

When he got back from break, he came into the nurse's station and said, "What's the chair in the middle of the hall for?" I DIDN'T PUT IT THERE! AHHH! It was sitting right in front of the locked door to get into the unit, and none of the patients had been up. (After working here for so long, you can hear the pitter-patter of Geriatric feet from a mile away...)

So, that's MY two cents of a ghost story. :chair:

Thank goodness Thursday is my last night here!

Specializes in Adult Critical Care.

More on the Blonde Children;

I continued working at the Trauma center in Texas as a Nurse Tech and the nurses had heard rumors about the Blonde children and had begun being kind of paranoid about it. It seemed like people that were dying or just plain sick were seeing children, some of them described them as blonde and some just didn't want to describe them. They just wanted them to go away. There was a young trauma patient who had a gunshot wound to the abdomen and had gone septic. He was febrile and was delusional however he shared a commonality with other patients in that he described the blonde children in his room. He told us that "the kids are so cute, whose are they'? When we asked what kids, he relplied "the cute little Blonde boy and girl right over there". He was pointing to an empty space in his room. He said their eyes were piercing him. He begged me not to leave him. I stayed with him for awhile talking about things that didn't make any sense but it seemed to comfort him just having someone with him. I began thinking of the movie Children Of The Corn. He said he had never seen the movie. He had to be transferred to ICU that night and died a few days later. Nurses started refusing to take patients in report that were knowingly seeing children. Everybody was creeped out. Anyway....thats all I have on the blonde children. I left Texas and came to Orlando and I suppose the children stayed behind. Cheers.

Julie

I finally read through the entire thread and would like to post my story if that's ok, I'm not a nurse yet but working on it.

I was very close to my Grandfather and lived with him on and off throughout most of my life. We received a call that he fell at home and the ambulance was called. Family arrived shortly thereafter at the hospital and everything seemed to be going okay. The next day, my Grandfather was having withdrawals - he was a heavy drinker since my Grandmother passed away 13 years prior. Later that night, the hospital staff called some relatives to see if someone could stay at the hospital that night because he was so unruly. I didn't live that far from the hospital so I volunteered to stay with him overnight. When I arrived, he was fighting with the nurses and talking about getting a drink. I calmed him and stayed with him but throughout the night he occassionally woke up and after seeing me there, went back to sleep.

The next day, another relative decided to stay with him but left after he was talking about being scared of dying. The family wasn't notified that he was left in the hospital by himself that night.... We were informed at 2 am he was having a heart attack and that it was very serious. I don't know all the details - I was just waiting for him to make it through.

By that afternoon, he was on life support and passed away while I was at the airport picking up another relative. I knew that he was gone but very upset by it and was crying hysterically in front of the hospital entrance. A woman (angel?) comforted me for awhile and when some family members came out to get me, she left.

A few days later, we were scheduling the funeral and what music to play. My Grandfather loved Neil Diamond so we decided to play that - it was a four disc set and handed it over to the funeral director.

The funeral was to end at 8 pm and the last song played was his favorite Neil Diamond song! Everyone just kind of looked at one another and knew my Grandpa was there!

I have another story to post regarding my visit by him...

I can handle just about everything except the patient that coded while floating 2 inches over the bed. For that I would go get the charge nurse and walk out.

LOL

I heard this from a med nurse at a SNF where I worked as a CNA. He was a corpman in the Navy at the time, working at a Naval hospital in Baltimore (I think). Anyway this hospital was next to a military cementry, that dated all the way back to the Revolutionary War. One night he was passing meds and saw a man walking towards him in old fashioned military garb, you know like those Civil War re-enactors, and that's what he thought he was seeing until he realized that he could see thru the guy. He was so scared that he couldn't move and watched this apparition walk right thru his med cart, thru the wall to the outside and head back toward the cementry. He put in for a transfer the next day. :uhoh3:

Portsmouth (va) Naval Hospital (Bldg 1) was haunted

I have a lot of reiki stories like that..but don't want to ramble on.

On another note I am interested in working in hospice possibly when I graduate. I'm sure I will encounter some of the stories you all have described, but hope I am just there to provide comfort to those passing. I personally am not afraid of the life/death transition, but I commend nurses that are there for their patients that are fearful, and I hope to be one of those nurses someday!

I would like to hear more of your Reiki stories like this.

Thanks

Working (years ago) as a CNA I had been at the facility for 18 months without a death during my shift. Determined to keep my record, I had a patient whose 2 sisters had died in the previous 2 weeks (one in our facility, one not) I went in to turn Betsy (she had never been able to communicate, but seemed to understand). She was having periods of apnea and scaring me to death (this is at 7 pm-I didn't leave until 11p). Whenever I would say Betsy's name, her bedside light would flicker. I even tried talking to her without her name and then mentioning her name again--EVERYTIME her light would flicker. (witnessed by another CNA) So since Betsy was a DNR, I pleaded with her (quietly) not to pass until midnight (so I could not be there). She died at 12:30 am. I had told the nurse about the light, maintenance checked it out--nothing wrong. I'm sure her sisters were calling her "into the light" Weird..

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