spooky spooky spooky - page 8

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... Read More

  1. by   pwp1289
    have been nursing for almost 40 years and still remember this incident from my first years as a nurse---young fellow dying from leukemia, almost totally comatose, suddenly sat up in bed, trying to get out of bed ,yelling "I have to go see St. Peter--I have to go see St. Peter "" laid back down and he did go see St. Peter ! ! !
  2. by   NurseFirst
    Quote from pwp1289
    have been nursing for almost 40 years and still remember this incident from my first years as a nurse---young fellow dying from leukemia, almost totally comatose, suddenly sat up in bed, trying to get out of bed ,yelling "I have to go see St. Peter--I have to go see St. Peter "" laid back down and he did go see St. Peter ! ! !
    But it's strange all the same. I live in San Jose, about 30 miles North of Santa Cruz. About 20 years ago I would drive down to Santa Cruz on Sundays to a Congolese Dance class. I became friends with one of the drummers (from the Congo). This was before the Earthquake made a mess of Pacific Avenue, which was more like a mall, with trees and treewells and street musicians and wonderful shops. I would be walking down Pacific Avenue and I would smell this wonderful smell, --not a particularly masculine smell -- and always, within a few minutes, I would run into my friend. It was SOOOOOO strange. This even happened when I wasn't expecting to see him...

  3. by   goober4699
    Quote from lpnshortygurl

    i totally believe that.. there is a bed in the ltc i work at and a very sick man with hiv was in this bed. one day i was working 3-11 and the man would not take his meds. this was not usual for him he was usually anxious to get his meds. when asked why not? he simply stated because he will not be here tomorrow so why worry... he said he was leaving... he was passing on... he was not sickly or end stage so it was a bit wierd when he died at the end of the shift. anyways.. now everyone who enters that room in that bed gets sick very quickly and dies! its wierd!
    i work as a unit secretary at the first hospital in the country (pennsylvania hospital) so alot of the long term nurses have plenty of spooky stories about the things that have happened there. however, your statement really caught my eye because i too work in the units and it always seems that in each unit their is a bed where patients just don't ever do well. this is especially true in the ccu, where everytime we put a post cabg patient in bed seven, something seems to go wrong.
  4. by   Nurse Somebody
    I have always heard that if you get a odor of roses for no reason, you are being visited by the Virgin Mary. Don't know if I believe that one or not, but I haven't smelled roses like that before, either. Though I did smell my Mamaw's powder after she died, and I smelled my aunt's cologne after she passed. I heard my Mom's Mom laugh, but I don't remember a smell with my other Grandmother's death.
  5. by   major_undecided
    2004 was not the best year for my family and I. We lost four family members and three friends of the family. I think the most spooky one was the day my Grandfather passed. He was the first of the seven to pass that year. My Dad was the last to talk to him that day he went. My Dad told me that Grandpa kept telling him that he wanted to go, my Dad said that he talked to him for awhile and that he was very coharent with his wording. A little later he started to drift off to sleep and started to talk a little stranger saying stuff to my Dad like "look isn't beutiful, would you'd look at that it looks like a picture almost, all the pretty flowers. I have never seen such a thing, do you see it son?" My Dad looked where Grandpa was pointing and seen nothing. They had not given my Grandpa any drugs nor was he on any life support because he wanted to go. My Dad just told me thats what he kept saying, to look at "it" and "it was nothing like he had ever seen". Then he went in to a deep sleep. My Dad went home because he had been up at the hosptial for hours and I went to sit and talk with my Grandpa he was asleep the whole time. My Uncle, cousin, Grandma and I were there when he passed. I had never cryed so hard as I did that night.
    Last edit by major_undecided on Jan 10, '05
  6. by   Antikigirl
    I have had too many ghost stories type events that I really can't deny their existance anymore...but the thing that gets me is I can tell when someone is going to die! I always have! And that is creepy in itself! My mom could too! I can't tell the exact moment..but I get that feeling when they have about 12 hours left...

    Just last week, a little old lady in my facility fell out of her wheelchair and we are talking a bloody mess total compound tib fib fx! Oh it was NOT pretty, but she wasn't in a lick of pain at all...in fact she wouldn't go to the ER till her hair was nice and teeth were in...bobby pins straight..all that! I came into the room to make sure all was good, and I looked in her eyes...NOTHING! Here is this human being, talking and moving and it was like I was looking at something but feeling nothing in that room...like she really wasn't even there..yet I was looking right at her! It creeped me out big time! How can I look straight at someone and NOT feel their presence! EEEEK!

    She died in the ED about an hour or so later...and everyone was like "oh my...that was a suprise"..but then they would look at me, and I showed a glint of 'no it wasn't' but otherwise I was quiet. People were shocked that I really didn't have much to say about it. So I finally told a few of my closest buds at work..and they understood completly why I didn't say anything. In fact, they told me..."I hate that when you do that! I see that look on you and know...that patient is a dead one..." Okay now that really REALLY freaked me out...

    I guess before someone dies, I get a very blank look on my face when I look at them...a few told me it is like I am looking for something in their eyes..and can't find it yet I am not suprised I can't find it..and back to the blank look, and I always just nod. They say I even speak in monotone for a bit...and it is really creepy! I am a very body language person...you see everything on my face that I am feeling (which is a pain most times..LOL!)...so seeing nothing on my face really is noticable to people who know me! Glad they told me..I had no knowledge that I do this!!!!!!!

    Creepy stuff!!!!!!!!!!
  7. by   ICUnowOHN
    I lost my Mother on 10/27/04. I was taking care of her ( off work FMLA ) and she had brain Ca. She knew she was dying, as we all did. We had Hospice working with us. Several days before she died, at home, I asked her if she was hurting, she told me she wasn't, I asked her if she was scared. She said no, and I found out a day or 2 later that her sister had a conversation with her, and Mom had told her she knew Jesus was going to come and take her with him soon. She wasn't scared, she was at peace with this. She wanted to let us know she was very pleased with all of us for taking such good care of her. At the time, my Dad, my sister and my aunt, not the one she had been talking to, and uncle were all staying with her around the clock.

    The night before she died, I was feeding her dinner. I was making all of the meals that were her favorites, ones she had made us as kids, she was perfectly A+Ox3, and when she was done eating, she got very tired. That was normal, and I didn't think much about it. I was very fortunate to be able to hug her and tell her I loved her befor she went to sleep. She was comatose and her breathing was agonal the next morning when I got there. I helped the Hospice aide give her a bath and change the bed. I suctioned her very well so she appeared to be breathing much less labored. I had to leave and pick up my youngest from school. My sister, Dad, aunt, and uncle were all there with her. I didn't get 5 minutes away and my sister called saying she was breathing worse and her color was getting bad. By then, I was trapped in the circle drive line of cars at the school. She had waited for me to leave to die. 3 weeks later to the day my paternal grandfather also died of Ca. I was there for him when he died. I made sure the nurses kept the MS flowing so he was not suffering. I told him to say hi to Mom when he left. They were very close, she took him to his chemo/radiation tx, and when she started hers, he took her. I just know they are together watching out for the rest of us. We never told him she died, but the day after she did, he stopped asking how she was doing. I'm sure she came to him and told him she was waiting for him. He told me that he was just too old, 86 to fight any more. I told him not to let anyone talk him into anything he didn't want to do. My Dad is his executor, and was able to convince his sisters and brothers that it was time to let him go.
  8. by   Fun2, RN, BSN
    My grandfather had strokes but got better, and was released from the hospital. My mother moved him and my grandmother in with her. After having even more strokes, he stopped talking, eating, going to the restroom on his own, etc. We would have to pry his mouth open to try to get him to eat, walk him around, pull him up, sit him down with a belt-type device (? not sure what it's called). After about a week of this, we were scared we wouldn't get enough nutrients in him. We had ordered pizza, which my grandfather loved, and my husband said a prayer for him. All of sudden, my grandfather started eating the pizza, and talking to my husband as if nothing had happened. We lived two houses down, and were "watching" them for my mother at the time. When she got back home, we walked my grandfather and grandmother back to my mother's. She asked, "Daddy, where have you been all this time?" He replied to her, "I was with Jesus, he sent me back." A few months later, he put a suit across his bed and told my mother that is what he was going to wear to his funeral. All that week he called family members, or if family members called the house, he asked them if they were coming to his funeral. After a week of him talking that way, early in the morning my grandmother went to look for him because he had gotten out of bed already. He had passed away, and he was found on the floor kneeling as if he was bowing down to worship in prayer.

    As for "ghost" I am the biggest nonbeliever that HAS seen a ghost. I want to not believe it, as I think it is crazy, but I know what I and my sisters saw. No, I don't live in a trailer park, nor do I believe in UFO's...

    My middle sister had a doll with a music box that would start playing unexpectedly. Ok, this may happen on its own, but strange thing about this is the fact that you could hear footsteps (peer and beam house) on the floor as if someone was dancing. This only occurred in that one room, and only occured when no one was in the room. My sister still has that doll where she lives now, and it never plays by itself.

    My oldest sister was on the couch one night, and the cushion next to her indented as if someone sat down next to her.

    We would hear dishes clink together at night.

    And for the biggie..........

    One night my mother had went out and my two sisters and I were in my mother's room putting make-up on, etc. All of a sudden, ALL THREE OF US look towards the hall to see a old man. We could tell he was a ghost, as you could see right through him. He was more like a foggy image. He had grey hair, grey beard, and was wearing a dark suit. He stood there and looked at us for a little while, turned around and started to walk down the hallway towards my sister's room. (The same room where the music doll and footsteps were heard many times.)
    Last edit by Fun2, RN, BSN on Jan 11, '05
  9. by   vanillaskye
    When I worked in LTC, I took care of a lady that was a bit of a pest. She was always throwing herself on the floor, messing up items on top of the med cart, etc. However, when her grandchildren from out west came to visit, there was a peace that came over her and she stopped her attention getting behaviors. Since she had dementia, she would roam at night. Instead of using the BR in her room, she would use the main BR in the hallway where the baths and showers were given. She fell in there a few times. So after she fell she would be on fall assessment. I noted that when I first came in that she wasn't around, and asked the nurse giving me report where she was; she was still in bed napping. I told the CNA that I would handle the first fall assessment and we would alternate until the fall assess was over at 8 pm. I went in about 3:30 and checked her. I asked her if she felt OK because it wasn't like her to be in bed so late. She assured me that she was OK and would be getting out of bed soon. I found no abnormalities during the assessment. Before I left the room she told me that she was sorry that she had been a pain in the butt, that she was grateful to me and the girls for taking such good care of her. I thought this was really strange, but continued on my med pass. 10 minutes later, the CNA told me to get to this patient's room quickly. I entered the room and the patient's skin was gray, hemiplegic on one side, SBP 50/no diastolic, HR 26, irregular. And she was a full code. The paramedics got there in 4 minutes, since they were practically next door. She passed away shortly after the ambulance was leaving the parking lot.

    Another patient was notorious for not wanting to get OOB in the afternoons. Since the workload was heavy between 4-8pm, the NH would put an extra nurse on the floor. I was extra that night. Me and my co-worker went in to coax this lady OOB. We got her up into her w/c and were leaving her room and she told us,"You two B*&^%$# are going to kill me one of these days. After dinner, she told the CNAs that she wanted to remain up in the dining room for a bit longer, instead of going to bed immediately. Totally unlike her. I was passing meds with the other nurse and happened to look over in the patient's direction. Something made me walk over and check on her. No breathing or pulse.
  10. by   Ruby Vee
    Quote from nurs4kids
    you guys are too freaky!!!!

    why is it non-believers never see ghost???
    my father adamantly does not believe in ghosts. he's living in the same house that his great-great-great grandfather built for his son and his bride in the 19th century. one day, he was trying to re-build a storm window and was having a terrible time of it because nothing on that house was square to start with and a couple centuries of settling hadn't helped matters at all. he was cursing and carrying on, and at one point threw a hammer at the side of the house. about the time the hammer hit the wall, a voice out of no where said "use the level, stupid!" dad used the level, and it worked!!!!
    [color=#4b0082]my folks' house is out in the country with the nearest neighbor half a mile down the road. no one but dad was at home that day. whenever he tells the story, he says the voice sounded just exactly like his granddad -- the one who taught him to use tools. (granddad bill died a good 20 years before this happened!) and dad always ends the story with "i don't believe in ghosts. and i never saw one!" maybe he didn't see one, but he sure did hear one!
    [color=#4b0082]ruby (who has seen them)
  11. by   brigaily2000
    Quote from nurs4kids
    You're pregnant, denise

    Hey, what do you guys think about that guy that hosts "crossing over"? As a non-believer, IF I KNEW this show wasn't fixed...I'd be convinced :P
    The guy is John Edward. Do you know the show is fixed? I thought he was legit. What do you know?:uhoh21:
  12. by   mcmike55
    I have a couple of stories, funny, most everyone has at least two.
    Anyway.....My grandmother was diabetic and slowly losing a battle that started with of all things, an ingrown toenail. You can guess, it went to a toe amp, to a BK to an AK, then multi-system failure, etc, it was a heartbreaking emotional rollercoaster. About mid way thru this, while still COMPLETELY awake and alert x3, she told us that she found herself walking the halls of the hospital, and HER MOM, led her back to her room, and she saw people in the room working on her, then woke up!!!!
    Second story. Before the hospital I work in now was built, we had several smaller hospitals in our town. The doc who owned/run this one place, had just finished up a multicar accident case in the ER, and said he was going to go upstairs (to OB) and check on "his girls". You guessed it, he never made it, massive MI, couldn't save him. When my hospital was built around 1950, we kept that building active as a pt care area. Older nurses that knew "Doctor Paul" said you could still hear his distinctive laugh on the 3rd floor where OB was.

    By the way, when a pt is going to die.....they know!!!! When they start acting different, and talking about leaving, etc.....they know. I've seen it too!!!!!
  13. by   butterflynurse
    My husband was hanging out one night with his best friend Gary and a few other friends. When my husband go home he said Gary kept playing one certian song over and over on the cd player and he kept saying "I want this played at my funeral" Well the very next night Gary died in a car wreck. When they played that song at the funeral I burst into tears. The song was by My Dying Bride and was called For my fallen angel.