This isn't a ghost story exactly, but it kind of bugs me and is undoubtedly creepy.
My grandmother passed away last January. It was a very emotional situation, with a lot of hard feelings on both sides. My last words with her were a terrible argument, and d/t a bunch of insane family strife, my mother and I didn't find out about her death until she'd been dead about a week. We still don't know what my half uncle did with her ashes. Whew..that's a very long story..suffice it to say that it was all ugly enough that the way I found out about her death was that a fellow classmate (I'm a second year adsn as of this fall) works at the nsg home she was in, and on the first day back to school after xmas break, she told me she was "sorry for my loss". I asked her what she meant, and finally worked out that my grandmother had passed. There I was, first day back to class, and had to bail to go and tell my mother that her mom had passed away.
Anyway, this past March I got my CNA, and as that particular facility pays best, I ended up there. My grandmother's room was 110, and so help me, even though I walk right past it on my way to break, I always forget to look inside that room, no matter how determined I am on my way. Each time I purposely head that direction, something happens to keep me from getting there, even so far as a resident falling out of his wheelchair right in front of me, and by the time I've resolved whatever problem I encountered, I've forgotten what I'd intended to do. In the five months I've worked in the building, I have never once looked inside room 110. It's probably some subconscious hangup of my own, but whatever it is, it's like a reverse magnet.