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.
Five years ago, my daughter, her best friend and I went to the next town to the Walmart. While in the store, by the biscuit case, my daughter said I dreamed this three years ago before I knew Angie (the friend), we were in Walmart by the dairy case. How strange we thought. The girls went on looking at stuff, and suddenly I was overcome with a horrible horrible horrible feeling, I had never felt such a feeling before, thought I was losing my mind, wanted to cry and scream and run away. Finally got ahold of myself before I found the girls again.
Went home. Next day, we're up getting ready to leave on vacation that night. Husband is working on the van. Usually I have EVERYTHING loaded in the van the night before, here it is just a few hours before we leave, and NOTHING is in the van.
Get a phone call just then, my mother's car was hit and run over by a bus, in the same town where the walmart was. I began to feel the feeling I felt the day before, never having experienced it before, did not realize the emotion was overwhelming grief.
At the funeral, it storms and storms, then as the preacher gets up to speak, miraculously it clears, and light streams in a window and shines on the casket.
Two months later. My husband is taking me to the Smokies to try to cheer me up, I am SO depressed, still waking up crying in the middle of the night. On the way there, I fall asleep. I dream I see my mother in an exact spot in Gatlinburg, she is wearing a green sweater with gold/orange fall leaves on it (this was in Oct.) and she touches my face, and says, "Sis, I am having the best time where I'm at, you wouldn't believe it." I didn't see her while I was there, but when I got home I went to her house and that sweater is GONE!!!!! Never did find it!!!!!
Oh, and one more thing. The next day after my mother died, my sister and I went to her house, to get clothes for the funeral home, photos of her since it was closed casket, etc. While there, the phone rang. I ran to get it since I didn't want to hear the answering machine come on and hear her voice. When I picked up the phone, it was mother's voice!!!!!!!!!!
The answering machine message played up through the line into the receiver, and when it quit, there was no beep, no click, no dial tone! My sister said the message did NOT play into the room, and that I looked like I had seen a ghost!
We have decided it was mother calling to tell us she was okay. We could never get the machine to do it again, my sister gave it to her mother in law and it has never played the message up through the line again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Great thread! This isn't medical, but happened to a good friend of mine this past summer. His father had CA, i and out of the hospice and hospital for months. His dad was truely a wonderful person, loved his family, his church, was a sheriff in his county and well- repected in his community. He was very weak and bed-ridden at the end, and the family had set up a baby monitor in his bedroom so that he wouldn't have to call out for help. He had been improving, so he was at home. his wife was in the kitchen early one morning making his breakfast before he woke, and she heard men's voices over the monitor. She was embrassed because all she had on was a nightgown, and she thought some friends had stopped by to visit her husband before they went to work that morning. As she hurried down the hall to put her clothes on, she heard the mens voices again. The door to her husbands bedroom was halfway open and she couldsee the shadows on the floor where the men were standing. As she opened the door all the way, the voices stopped and the shadows disappeared!! Her husband smiled and said," Call all the kids together, honey, the angels were just here, and I am going to die today." He was awake and alert x3 to the end. After all 3 of his children were there with him, he closed his eyes and died.
Everytime something strange happens in the unit (and it does!) we say "it's just the ghosts". But something strange is always happening in bed 1 room 96. I work nightshifts and we go get some ZZZ's in this inoccupied room (closed because of nurse shortage). Four beds in the room. Bed 1 is almost never used, because everyone lying there feels someone's watching them. One nurse, you say, she's imagining things, but one after the other, without having spoke about it? Creepy!:chair:
In ICU, people die in very awfull conditions, often coding, not always pretty let me tell you. I sometimes say "this one will come back hunting us!". I thing someone just did!
Does anyone has a "cursed" bed? You know, the worst patient of the unit dies in this bed, and for a while, it seems every new patient in this same bed goes from bad to worse... Revenge???
What do I think??? I think you all have WAY too much time on your hands!!! Oh how I miss those slow nights!!!! We don't have those anymore!:chuckle :roll :chuckle
I disagree with the not being created thing, but whatever.
A digital camera without a flash should be used from different angles in that operating room,both before and after the occurence.
A digital camera can pick up energy as expressed in a different wavelength(remember Biology 101 lab?) than your eyes alone can. Just as a plant absorbs light energy at different wavelengths,then so will the camera.
It is my belief that spiritual energy is at a much lower frequency and the wavelength is too long for our eyes to register them.
I have seen many photographs with images too varied to link to a common error. Without an alternate hypothesis I stand by this one.
I wanted to add that I have seen objects move and heard laughter out loud in the house where I used to live in Arizona.
My brother saw a female in leg braces(think Polio) and an older woman talking in his room.
My father heard someone in the laundryroom late at night on various occassions.
The entity opened the sliding glass door and walked across our bedroom while laughing outloud. The floor creaked as it moved and a cold breeze was felt(it was summer in AZ).
Both my brother and I heard the same thing,at the same time. That verified it for me.
For a time a schoolbell would ring next to my bed as I was trying to fall asleep. It was loud enough to make me deaf for a few minutes. Nobody else heard it. In a fit of desperation I called out to God to take it away.
It stopped then,and I think about God everytime I feel uneasy,like there's something there. I tell it that I will ask God to take them away if they don't stop bugging me.
It must be a bad thing,cause it usually stops right there.
not really a ghost story but kinda related. I am a very young mommy ( I was 17 when my 4 y/old was born) and when I became pregant with my daughter I was about to enter my senior year of HS. My period has always been very very off and so I wasnt really fretting being late too much. Id say about 5 1/2 weeks after my last period, I got what appeared to me to be a light period, I have had them in the past and so again i was not alarmed at all. The night I started bleeding I went to sleep and dreamt that someone was telling me that I was pregnant and the blood was not my period but early spotting. I was not even thinking of this possibility at the time and so when I woke up I freaked and went to buy a pregancy test, sure enough it was positive and the bleeding ended later that day. Talk about freaky intuition!
Not a nursing ghost story but this happened to me and it scared the crap out of me..
i worked at malco, and theres a malco ghost. bobby said a construction worked died while building it. i was in theatre 11 i think.. it was me and this girl that worked there. the theatre was closed and we were doing the final clean up and making sure no one was left.. we walked in, and the lights wouldnt come on.. so i said.. well we will have to clean it up without lights then.. so we start walking around cleaning up.. and the projector comes on.. and its on the movie screen with little patches and things like its playing an old film.. its gray and the patches are in it, and the sounds crackling.. then it goes off and the lights in the theatre come on!!
Well.. we both ran out of there faster than anything you would believe. Bobby (the manager) told us that he had been in there a few times and had the same thing happen. Id also been in there a few times and you could see something bright near the projector in the room.
Anyways, he still has trouble getting people to clean theatre 11 lol.
Here are some interesting things that have happend to me:
My grandmother died 15 years ago. While we were driving to her funeral, I started smelling her perfume. She wore a very distinct perfume called Jean Natae (s?) anyway, it got stronger and stronger until I blurted out "grandma, I can't breathe!" The smell went away. NOBODY else smelled it but me!
While growing up in my house, I always saw a greenish/black male figure walking past me. I could never look at him directly, but I always caught him out of the corner of my eye. I knew he was a male because I sensed it. But the striking thing about him was that he wore a brimmed hat from like the 1800's.
When my sister was pregnant with my niece, she started complaining about seeing things. Whenever she was over the house, she said she saw a figure walking by. I asked her to describe what she saw. Yep, same figure with the brimmed hat! WEIRD!
In addition, the day my mother passed on, I was struck with such an incredible feeling of peace! It felt that every fiber in my being was cleansed and renewed, alive & SO PEACEFUL! It was fantastic!
The night of her funeral, my dad had this "dream" in which my mother told him two things. One was that she didn't like the idea that he was going to be on top of her when he died. The buriel plot my dad picked out was one casket under the other (she was buried on the bottom portion )
The second thing she told him was to go back to the gravesite in the morning. She had something waiting for him there. My dad did just that. When he arrived back to his house, he was crying. In his hand was the bag of Israelie holy sand that was sprinkled over her casket the day before. This is a Jewish tradition in which the immediate family takes a turn and pours some sand onto the casket. It's a symbol of the family helping to bury the loved one in holy sand.
The neat part was that the bag was still half full! We thought the rabbi had emptied the entire bag. So my dad thanked my mom for showing him the bag and promised the rest would be for him when he passed on. It was really stirring!
My sister & I have gotten "dreams" in which our mother will visit us and either hug us tight, or tell us she is fine & we must go on. Whenever I feel down, I get this sense of my mother inside of me (hard to explain) and I feel better.
Her husband smiled and said," Call all the kids together, honey, the angels were just here, and I am going to die today." He was awake and alert x3 to the end. After all 3 of his children were there with him, he closed his eyes and died.
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This is not work related, but it really happened.
Five years ago, my daughter, her best friend and I went to the next town to the Walmart. While in the store, by the biscuit case, my daughter said I dreamed this three years ago before I knew Angie (the friend), we were in Walmart by the dairy case. How strange we thought. The girls went on looking at stuff, and suddenly I was overcome with a horrible horrible horrible feeling, I had never felt such a feeling before, thought I was losing my mind, wanted to cry and scream and run away. Finally got ahold of myself before I found the girls again.
Went home. Next day, we're up getting ready to leave on vacation that night. Husband is working on the van. Usually I have EVERYTHING loaded in the van the night before, here it is just a few hours before we leave, and NOTHING is in the van.
Get a phone call just then, my mother's car was hit and run over by a bus, in the same town where the walmart was. I began to feel the feeling I felt the day before, never having experienced it before, did not realize the emotion was overwhelming grief.
At the funeral, it storms and storms, then as the preacher gets up to speak, miraculously it clears, and light streams in a window and shines on the casket.
Two months later. My husband is taking me to the Smokies to try to cheer me up, I am SO depressed, still waking up crying in the middle of the night. On the way there, I fall asleep. I dream I see my mother in an exact spot in Gatlinburg, she is wearing a green sweater with gold/orange fall leaves on it (this was in Oct.) and she touches my face, and says, "Sis, I am having the best time where I'm at, you wouldn't believe it." I didn't see her while I was there, but when I got home I went to her house and that sweater is GONE!!!!! Never did find it!!!!!