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  1. Visit  WKShadowRN profile page
    Quote from Canelo
    This didn't take place in a hospital but is relevant. My father had lung cancer and was in hospice at a care facility back in 2003. He was not expected to live much longer and being several states away I had made plans to go see him before he passed. My brother who lived in the same area was visiting him almost daily and keeping me up to date. One night I had a very vivid dream (or so I thought) that I woke up with my father sitting at the end of my bed and talking to me, telling me how proud he was of me and how I was living my life. When I woke up the next morning I could remember the whole experience very clearly and called my brother to ask if my father had passed away. He said no, that he was still hanging on but doing no better. I thought it must have just been a dream at that point yet it still remains in my head very clearly 11 years later. A few days after this dream my father did pass before I was able to fly out and see him. To this day I still believe his soul left his body prior to his passing and he visited me knowing I would not be making it in time to see him. In some ways I am glad I never saw him as he was dying as the images I have of him are all when he was healthy. A few years ago I was working on a project in the garage and could not find a tool that I needed. My father had always been proud of my mechanical abilities and I said out loud "Dad, could you help me find the tool I need". I know it sounds weird but that tool appeared on a shelf that I had looked at several times and I feel he was with me at the moment and helped me by producing that tool. Thanks for reading.
    This resonated with me as I am still processing and grieving my dad, even two years later. I feel him everyday and ask for his help often. As he is a proponent for education I mourn that he was not physically here to see me graduate with my masters. Now I have a goal to achieve that he started but never finished, my doctorate.
  2. Visit  WKShadowRN profile page
    One of my hospice patients had a son who is a preacher. As his end came, the family gathered round and we all prayed, held hands, and watched as he passed. (The whole day was a day of reminiscing, seeing to his comfort and general fellowship with the family.) Right after his death as we held hands to pray a strange chiming began of a jazzy version (is there any other kind) of When the Saints go Marching In.

    I forgot to turn off my hospice phone and that was its ring tone which just happened to play at that exact moment. We had a few awkward chuckles about it.

    My coworker had been telling me for weeks I have to change it. :/
  3. Visit  ShortShell profile page
    @TuggaWar You mentioned hearing what sounded like your mom or your mom hearing what sounded like you.
    A similar thing happened to me. I was home sick with a bad cold while my parents when out to visit my grandparents (to pick up my birthday presents, ironically.)
    i woke up facing the big mirror on the wall of my room. The mirror was opposite my doorway that opened into the hallway. I saw in the reflection that the decorative lights in the hallway were on and it appeared my dad was bending over putting something in my room. I assumed they had just got home and he was delivering my gift. My dog was staring straight at this too and I know for sure I was awake. i went back to sleep.
    later on I woke up to them actually coming home. That's when I realized what I saw was not my dad.
  4. Visit  SawAghost profile page
    Okay, I had to create an account to offer up my two experiences. I am not a nurse but my current workplace is said to be a former hospital of some sort. Kinda counts?

    First experience: When I was in college, 1992ish, I had this buddy who would tell me he could see ghosts and all that. Of course I was dismissive in a polite way - I didn't really believe him. At the time, I lived upstairs in this up/down duplex rental, the landlord living downstairs. There was a very narrow back staircase that led to the basement, with a washer/dryer and storage privileges. The house had been built around 1900, had a fieldstone foundation and a dirt floor, except for an area where the washer and dryer was. There was one or two small windows typical of basements. So, whenever I would have to go to the basement to do laundry or to get something, I always had this creepy feeling that I wasn't alone, that I was being watched. I never liked being down there, even when there was sunlight streaming through the windows.

    One Saturday night, as in many, my buddy calls and says "hey, lets go get some wings and beer". I tell him to head over, and when he gets there I tell him I have to wait a bit til my laundry dries. We chat for a bit, then he follows me to the basement so I can retrieve my clothes. I turn around, and he is at the top of the landing, looking into the dark recesses of the basement with this look of fear. I ask him what's wrong, and he tells me "I don't like it down here. There's something down here and it isn't a good something. I'm going back upstairs" I had never told him about the creepy feelings I got, nothing. Well about laid an egg in my Levis as I ran up the stairs about as fast as I could. Afterward I did tell him, and started to not doubt him as much.

    The second story took place about 3 years ago, when I had been at my present job about 2 weeks. I work in a government building that was built in 1950. It now houses a large, important department of the state in which I live. When I started, the basement was empty, except for the mailroom at the end of the hall by the walk-out loading area. Apparently there were toxins down there and crews had finished remediating it. I had gone to the break room to get a soda or something, and as I opened the door to the stairwell, I see a guy walking down the lower flight of stairs. Being new, I was curious who it might be, so I started down the stairs and looked over the rail and there was no one there. There's a fire door at the bottom of the stairs that would have been in the process of closing, but it was fully closed. I double-timed it down the stairs and went through the door into the elevator lobby where two hallways take off.. I looked down both hallways - nobody there. I got my soda and went back upstairs to my 2nd floor office, and my supervisor worked next to me, and I asked him "Has anyone ever seen anything strange here?" I gave NO specifics. He turns around in his chair with this sly grin and said "Why, did you see the ghost?" He proceeds to tell me that a lot of people through the years have seen ghosts in that building, seen lights go on and off when the building was locked, etc.

    I have other stories involving my grandmother, but I'll start with those.
  5. Visit  NuGuyNurse2b profile page
    please share more, I love these. I always love sharing my ghost stories with people who are willing to listen.
  6. Visit  DocWorkaday profile page
    Halloween is almost here! We need some more!
  7. Visit  SawAghost profile page
    Okay, I have a little time to tell about a few incidents I have experienced involving my grandmother. I never knew any of my grandparents except my maternal grandmother, who died when I was 12. She lived alone in an apartment complex for older folks in a town about 45 minutes drive away. She would come up many Saturday mornings and stay through Sunday evening. She would always get home about 7pm, when Wonderful World of Disney came on TV. Our family ritual back then was to watch Disney and eat Pillsbury turnovers. Anyway, back then anything farther than shouting distance was "long distance" and you got charged up the wazoo to make calls. So to save money, my grandmother would call the house and let the phone ring once, then hang up. That was her signal to us that she made it home.

    When she died, things didn't get back to normal for a few weeks as you can imagine. When we finally settled back into our routine a month or so later, we'd be getting ready for Disney, and the phone would ring - once. We all just kinda looked at the phone, then went back to watching TV. After about the third week in a row that this happened, I happened to be next to the phone and answered it when it rang at 7pm Sunday night. There was no one on the line - no dial tone, nothing. It then dawned on me, and I said it out loud to my family.. I guess Mema is calling to let us know she made it home. After that it never happened again.

    The second event was years later when my youngest brother had his second son. My parents and I had gone to visit him at his house in Virginia, and I was sitting on the sofa taking some pictures with my point-and-shoot film camera (before the days of 12mp iPhone 7 cameras), and my dad was sitting with their little Maltese dog in his lap, and my 18-month-old nephew was standing in front of him. The dog was gently licking my nephew's nose in a manner that seemed strange for a dog. I immediately raised my camera and took a picture, then I took a second picture without moving the camera. However, between the two pictures, I had this thought that came into my head. The thought was me saying "I wonder if Mema can see her great-grandkids." It was the weirdest thought to have at that moment. About two months later when I finally used the roll and had the film developed, I flipped through the pictures and when I got to the first picture (which was perfectly clear), the same thought came back into my head. Then as I went to the second picture, there was this white mist emanating from the area where the dog was kissing my nephew. The mist took up most of the frame and looked like it had substance, and was densest at that spot. Now I should mention that I had taken several advanced college photography classes by then, and developed my own film and made my own prints, so I am very familiar with film anomalies like light leaks and what have you. I checked the negative and there were no leaks or chemical anomalies. Whatever that mist was, the image of it went through the lens to the film and was within the frame. I think what happened was that my grandmother put the question in my head, then answered it on the second photo.

    The third event many years later shares some similarity to the picture event. I had just gotten married and we moved across the country, staying with my parents until we could find a place to live. The dog form the previous story was now old and suffering from lymphoma and had been receiving chemo. She had bladder control issues and had peed on the living room carpet in quite a few places. To help earn our keep, my wife and I were in the process of cleaning the stains with a Bissell Little Green Machine as my dad came home and my mom and him took the dog to the vet because she had stopped eating again. We continued cleaning, and after a while I had this vision that was brief, but as vivid as reality. I looked up into my parents' open bedroom doorway, and saw my grandmother from the side, with the dog at her feet. She bent forward at the waist with outstretched arms, and the dog jumped up into them. As this was happening, I hear this dialogue in my head, where I asked her to take care of the dog, to which she replied "Don't worry, she's here with me." And that quickly, it was over. I am sitting there perplexed, thinking "What the hell was THAT?" About 15 minutes later, my parents get home and my mom runs to my wife and hugs her, sobbing. The vet has put the dog down because there was no hope for her. That kinda freaked me out, honestly. I knew that the vision marked the exact moment that the dog passed, and my grandmother sent a message that took me two weeks to relay to my mom once she was at a point where I felt I could tell her.

    I once watched an interview with that medium John Edward. I've always been skeptical of him and people like him, but during this interview he was asked how he gets his information. The way he described the fleeting visions he gets was exactly how I saw my grandmother.
    Last edit by SawAghost on Oct 11 : Reason: clarity
  8. Visit  Alynxia profile page
    Quote from a21chdchic
    Having worked in Hospice for awhile, I know how common it is for people to talk to family members who have already passed on, prior to their own death.
    I've been reading these many posts where the same thing occurs over and over.
    I've never really been afraid of death. But I realized through these posts, that I don't have anyone to meet me on the other side. It has deeply saddened me. I have a daughter who God willing, will go after me. But other than that, I don't have anyone. My mother will go to hell, she is very evil, and I never knew my father. Maybe I'll have pets who will meet me, if they can care for humans. However pets do seem to prefer the company of men, sh**, guess I'm out of luck.
    I believe that they will greet you in leaps and bounds, so happy to be back with their Momma again.
    Animals in most cases, have a purer heart than humans, and can have no sin. So why shouldn't they be there to meet you with glee upon your return?
  9. Visit  marysuehil profile page
    Ok, I posted a couple of stories a while back so in the spirit (pun intended) of keeping things going and the fact that Halloween is coming, I will post again.
    I was stationed at a base in NM and worked in the hospital that was downsizing at the time to a "super clinic" (Day surgery, Women's Health, Family Practice, Peds, Dental, Optometry). I had been assigned to work Day Surgery and had an office next to the nurses station. We had set up shop so to speak in what had once been Labor and Delivery. Old delivery rooms were the holding and recovery rooms. I was still setting up my office one afternoon about a week after moving into this area. I was listening to the OR team talking and carrying on down the hall in "the bullpen". I decided to take a break and go hang with them for a few minutes. The bullpen was literally less than 50 steps away from my office. As I approached, everything fell dead silent. The bullpen had windows that stretched the lenght of the hall from ceiling to about 3 feet from the floor. The lights were off, the door locked and no one insight. I went back to my office and immediately started hearing talking again. I decided to go home for the day.....Another time, when I was working nights for Ambulance Services, it was my turn walk around doing a security check. I always started on the third floor and worked my way back to the bottom. When I got on the elevator and pushed the button for 3, the elevator stopped on 2. I stepped off thinking I was on 3. As I turned my head, I realized I was on 2 and also realized it was freezing. Every window in every office was wide open and all the office doors wide open. I radioed the 2 medics downstairs and had them contact Security Forces. They arrived, didn't find anything out of place or anyone else in the building. We secured everything. The medic that did the security patrol 2 hours earlier said everything was locked up tight. Security Forces sent a patrol over for the next round and found everything wide open again. They were at a loss as to why and thought we were pulling a prank on them. They stayed this time and waited for rounds again. Again, everything was wide open. They relocked everything and left and told us we were on our own.
  10. Visit  ShortShell profile page
    [QUOTE=SawAghost;9214359]Okay, I have a little time to tell about a few incidents I have experienced involving my grandmother. I never knew any of my grandparents except my maternal grandmother, who died when I was 12. She lived alone in an apartment complex for older folks in a town about 45 minutes drive away. She would come up many Saturday mornings and stay through Sunday evening. She would always get home about 7pm, when Wonderful World of Disney came on TV. Our family ritual back then was to watch Disney and eat Pillsbury turnovers. Anyway, back then anything farther than shouting distance was "long distance" and you got charged up the wazoo to make calls. So to save money, my grandmother would call the house and let the phone ring once, then hang up. That was her signal to us that she made it home.

    When she died, things didn't get back to normal for a few weeks as you can imagine. When we finally settled back into our routine a month or so later, we'd be getting ready for Disney, and the phone would ring - once. We all just kinda looked at the phone, then went back to watching TV. After about the third week in a row that this happened, I happened to be next to the phone and answered it when it rang at 7pm Sunday night. There was no one on the line - no dial tone, nothing. It then dawned on me, and I said it out loud to my family.. I guess Mema is calling to let us know she made it home. After that it never happened again.

    The second event was years later when my youngest brother had his second son. My parents and I had gone to visit him at his house in Virginia, and I was sitting on the sofa taking some pictures with my point-and-shoot film camera (before the days of 12mp iPhone 7 cameras), and my dad was sitting with their little Maltese dog in his lap, and my 18-month-old nephew was standing in front of him. The dog was gently licking my nephew's nose in a manner that seemed strange for a dog. I immediately raised my camera and took a picture, then I took a second picture without moving the camera. However, between the two pictures, I had this thought that came into my head. The thought was me saying "I wonder if Mema can see her great-grandkids." It was the weirdest thought to have at that moment. About two months later when I finally used the roll and had the film developed, I flipped through the pictures and when I got to the first picture (which was perfectly clear), the same thought came back into my head. Then as I went to the second picture, there was this white mist emanating from the area where the dog was kissing my nephew. The mist took up most of the frame and looked like it had substance, and was densest at that spot. Now I should mention that I had taken several advanced college photography classes by then, and developed my own film and made my own prints, so I am very familiar with film anomalies like light leaks and what have you. I checked the negative and there were no leaks or chemical anomalies. Whatever that mist was, the image of it went through the lens to the film and was within the frame. I think what happened was that my grandmother put the question in my head, then answered it on the second photo.

    The third event many years later shares some similarity to the picture event. I had just gotten married and we moved across the country, staying with my parents until we could find a place to live. The dog form the previous story was now old and suffering from lymphoma and had been receiving chemo. She had bladder control issues and had peed on the living room carpet in quite a few places. To help earn our keep, my wife and I were in the process of cleaning the stains with a Bissell Little Green Machine as my dad came home and my mom and him took the dog to the vet because she had stopped eating again. We continued cleaning, and after a while I had this vision that was brief, but as vivid as reality. I looked up into my parents' open bedroom doorway, and saw my grandmother from the side, with the dog at her feet. She bent forward at the waist with outstretched arms, and the dog jumped up into them. As this was happening, I hear this dialogue in my head, where I asked her to take care of the dog, to which she replied "Don't worry, she's here with me." And that quickly, it was over. I am sitting there perplexed, thinking "What the hell was THAT?" About 15 minutes later, my parents get home and my mom runs to my wife and hugs her, sobbing. The vet has put the dog down because there was no hope for her. That kinda freaked me out, honestly. I knew that the vision marked the exact moment that the dog passed, and my grandmother sent a message that took me two weeks to relay to my mom once she was at a point where I felt I could tell her.

    I once watched an interview with that medium John Edward. I've always been skeptical of him and people like him, but during this interview he was asked how he gets his information. The way he described the fleeting visions he gets was exactly how I saw my grandmother.

    -this story made me cry.
  11. Visit  DocWorkaday profile page
    Here's a really creepy ghost photo from an old hospital:

    Ghost Photobombs Group Photo at Haunted Newsham Park Hospital

  12. Visit  NuGuyNurse2b profile page
    lol the article says the images haven't been manipulated. that's exactly what it looks like to me!
  13. Visit  Looshmal profile page
    I was returning to work, as a night nurse, after my first vacation in over a year. I was employed by a home for the developmentally disabled.

    Finishing my work for the evening, I stepped outside of the nurses station to catch a smoke under the breezeway that runs along side the building. Passing on the same walkway, headed toward the "official" smoking area, was "Ms. Sandra", an older (in her 60's) but sweet nurses aid who was a long time employee of the facility.

    She asked me for a cigarette, not unusual since she always seemed to be out, and I gave her one. We smoked under the breezeway talking about work, what this patient was doing, normal work-stuff. I flicked my smoke out and went back inside after saying my good byes and proceeded with the rest of my shift.

    Leaving out in the morning, I passed another nurses aide "Ms. Mary", another long time employee. "Tell Ms. Sandra that she owes me a carton by this point", I said with a smile as a way of greeting "Ms. Mary".

    The look I got from her could've frosted ice. "That's not funny", she replied. "What?", I answered both to her look and to her statement.

    "Ms. Mary" then informed me that while I was out on vacation, "Ms. Sandra" had passed away from a stroke at her home. Her funeral had been held the day before I returned to work. No one had told me.

    I felt the blood drain from my body, like someone pulling a plug from my feet. I was not mistaken. She was standing, literally feet from me the night before and just as real as the brick wall. I actually became a bit nauseous and walked back inside and straight to my Directors office.

    No notice, no warning, I quit right then and there and left and I haven't been back since.

    I can't tell you what or who I saw and spoke to that night outside the nurses station, but I knew that I wasn't going to be around just in case "Ms. Sandra" wanted to bum another smoke off me.

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