What's Your Best Nursing Ghost Story? - page 225
Share your nursing ghost stories.... I know you have seen and heard freaky things.... Read More
Aug 13While reading all of these stories, it go me thinking about how I really don't want to leave any "energy" behind. I don't want to haunt my loved ones or anyone else for that matter! Nevertheless, I love stories of the supernatural! This is definitely one of my favorite threads. I could have finished reading it all in less than the several months it took, but I didn't want the stories to end. Please keep them coming people
Aug 13I teased my husband in the past that I would haunt him. But now that I've lost loved ones that jab lost its impact.
I have since told him that if I predecease him to use my remains in a horticultural manner, like embedded in a plant. He said it sounds nice because we adore working in the yard together, but if the tree died it would be like losing me all over again.
Aug 16Quote from All_nightI have had many experiences with "ghosts" (if you can call them that), or spirits, that are not "nursing" related, and so I haven't posted any more of them on this thread because I don't want to hijack this into a generic "ghost" story thread. But yes, I always find such tales fascinating, too. Some of my hair-raising experiences are the only reason I believe such things: I've been there first-hand!... I love stories of the supernatural! This is definitely one of my favorite threads. I could have finished reading it all in less than the several months it took, but I didn't want the stories to end. Please keep them coming people
I occasionally prod my girlfriend to tell all her nursing ghost stories, but she's really skittish about being afraid to violate her confidentiality rules, so I may not get many more out of her.Last edit by DocWorkaday on Aug 16
Aug 16Quote from All_nightI wouldn't mind freaking a few people out with my impish residual energy... but I'd like to move on after I've had my fun!While reading all of these stories, it go me thinking about how I really don't want to leave any "energy" behind. I don't want to haunt my loved ones or anyone else for that matter
On another note, several months ago a well-loved long term client had passed away. Her daughters stopped by our building to tell us "thank you". While I was giving hugs and conversing with the daughters, I felt fine... at first.
I began feeling a heavy presence. I mean, it was heavy. This feeling was peculiar and lasted several minutes after the daughters had left. At one point, I even felt lightheaded and tingly as I walked alone down our hallway past a particular spot the client hung out in often. The hairs on my arms were standing on end! I immediately thought it was our deceased client. I know... I know...
No, I didn't see anything crazy but I can only emphasize this feeling like our former client was there. I worked with another gal who is rather "sensitive" and she was eager to tell me she felt the same thing. We think the daughters "brought" their mom with them when they came to visit.
Oct 23Hi all,
Just bumping to see if anyone has anymore good stories.
Oct 23Not a ghost story per se, or maybe it is. In either case it's not creepy but comforting.
My uncle died last year after a 3-yr battle with colon CA. He never had any kids so my cousin and I were really close to him. He spoiled us rotten. Anyway, he went into hospice in May of last year and died close to 3mo later. I was in a review class for the FNP certification exam the day he died; I got the phone call before leaving my hotel room. He had died just a few minutes before 4am.
I called my cousin and told her that he'd died early in the AM, and she responded, "Well, that explains the dream I had about him early this morning. I dreamed I was at the house [my grandma's house where all of us grew up, including my uncle] and he was there. He was marching in a parade in the livingroom and he was surrounded by light. He turned to me and his face looked just like it did when he was in his 20s, and when he turned to me he smiled his million-dollar smile. Then he waved to me and turned to walk away."
My cousin, my grandma, and I believe to this day that it was him coming back to let us know that he was leaving but that he was happy and alright. I am not a woo-woo kind of person, but I don't have any other explanation for it.
Oct 24Allow me to begin by saying that, I'm not a superstitious person nor I believe in ghosts. With that being said, right after my graduation and receiving my license I began to work at the same hospital where I did my clinical at. At this level, I managed to work the night-shift from 11pm to 7am once a month, one night during report I was told that we had one room empty which was 209 a private room. At around 2:30am, as I was making my rounds the call button came on loud and clear from room 209. Needless to say, I went to investigate since it shouldn't have been occupied, and as I entered the room the light from the street allow me to see without turning on the lights, that's when I saw a man sitting on the bed reading a book. Naturally, I ask did he call for a nurse and why was he reading in the dark? but he didn't respond, so I went for the light switch and looked back to request an answer from this pt. but my heart stood still for a second, as I realize there wasn't anyone there!!!
Unquestionably, I never brought it up during my report nor I mentioned it to anyone, not even to my coworker who was working on the other side of the floor. Nonetheless, the rest of my shift went on without any major events.Last edit by GitanoRN on Oct 24 : Reason: forgot something
Oct 30Don't remember if I posted this before so I apologize if it's a duplicate. Nothing to do with nursing, but it's a kind of a heart-wrenching, very human story. Many years ago I took a trip with some scuba diving friends to the Caribbean. Since they were all big scuba divers and I was a flippers and goggles dog paddler LOL, we stayed on the island of Tortola known to be a scuba diving Mecca. Toward the end of our vacation, we relocated to st. Thomas for the shopping and the pizza, and we stayed in an old old hotel. Seems like it was called the 1849 or the 1846. One other gal and I shared a room. Next morning after breakfast, I mentioned to her that I had had nightmares. She gave me an odd look and said that she had too. We compared notes and found that our nightmares were similar. We had heard many many people moaning and sobbing. I could feel their emotions. They were terrified, they were in pain...and they were bewildered. She and I checked out of the hotel. As we were on our way down the stairs with a porter helping us with our baggage, I reflected on the fact that this really was an old hotel, and that the walls were very very thick, the rooms were tiny, and the floor plan was downright maze-like. I ask the porter if this had originally been built as a hotel and he reluctantly said no. "What was it?", I asked. It had been a slave marketLast edit by yellowrosetexas on Oct 30 : Reason: Correct typos