What's Your Best Nursing Ghost Story?

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Nursing is a profession that often involves long lonely night shifts in eerie hospital wards. It's a perfect breeding ground for ghost stories. These stories often involve sightings of apparitions, strange noises, and unexplained events that are said to have taken place in hospitals, hospices, and other healthcare settings. Some of these stories are believed to be based on true events, while others are purely fictional. Regardless, they continue to captivate and intrigue both nurses and non-nurses alike - providing a spooky glimpse into the world of healthcare after dark.

I know you have seen and heard freaky things. Share your nursing ghost stories...

Noko said:
Greetings and Salutations to All! ?

Being an RN since 1980 has given me many an interesting experience. However, the most 'moving' one is actually a personal paranormal one involving my father.

My father became seriously ill for over a year before dying September 18th, 1997. Dad's admitting DX was one of a severe stroke leaving him unable to speak. I was the only adult child living in the same town as Dad and his second wife (my Mom died when I was 27; Dad remarried a widow on September 17th, 1988). My sister (Patty) came to visit with my Dad as I had called her to let her know that I "sensed" he would die soon (his VS were most transient in addition to recent onset of "Doll's eye" syndrome). Patty went to the hospital with my youngest son (Michael) to visit our Dad (I took a much needed night off from visiting Dad that night and instead gave my attention to my husband and other family matters).

Patty and Michael returned from their visit very peaceful yet sad as they too "felt" Dad would soon be passing away. My father's wife was not feeling well and thus she didn't visit Dad that day either. As I was talking with my sister that night I noticed a red streak on her naturally blond hair---> it (the red streak) wasn't readily apparent **until** she brushed through her hair as she was talking. I asked Patty if she somehow had lipstick within her hair and she was perplexed as to why I was asking such a seemingly absurd question! When she went to the bathroom to see for herself what I was talking about she didn't have a logical explanation either. The red streak was dominant on the left side of her head/hair looking at her from the front. Despite attempting to wash the 'streak' out of her hair it simply wouldn't go away.... Again, we both attempted to bring logical explanations to this 'phenomena'; to no avail! :stone

The following day Patty returned to Florida with peace in her heart that she had been fortunate enough to spend time with Dad; although she too felt "sad" to leave. On September 17th, 1997 the family celebrated Dad's 9th wedding anniversary with his wife despite both of them not being in the best of health (to say the least). They loved one another and all of us "kids" so much; what a tribute to life they gave to us!!! :Melody:

During the night (early morning hours of September 18th) the hospital called me and said that my father had taken a "turn for the worse, please come in ASAP". When we arrived at the hospital it turned out that my father had a brain anuerysm ("bleed") that couldn't be stopped. This diagnosis seems to have been "picked up" via Patty's visit (remember the unexplained 'red streak') only hours before Dad's physical death. My father's PCP had started a MS drip to bring comfort and this was also consistent with his living will (no heroics, DNR status). Dad's wife accompanied my family to the hospital and she was able to help him pass into the next world with her soothing voice and loving touch.

I believe that the "red streak" discovered on Patty's hair was the way my Dad communicated with us that he was dying (he was asymptomatic at the time of this DX (cerebral bleed). Dad was also able to 'communicate' nonverbally to Lee (his wife) that he was so fortunate to have had 9 years of a truly beautiful marriage with a woman he loved dearly. You see, Dad died the day **following** his 9 year anniversary to Lee....it seems his inner will wanted to complete 9 years of marriage. ? :balloons:

I realize that this 'story' is not apparently a spooky one yet it definitely is one that makes me think how much in life we cannot explain....

Lee died almost one year after Dad died at the young age of 66 from lung cancer yet she had never smoked a cigarettte in her life! I know that statistically 15% of all lung cancers are not tobacco related but nevertheless it remains "odd" to me that she would have this kind of DX and a rapid death as a result.

I have had many a perplexing situation over my 25 year career yet the one with my Dad still is so fresh in my mind. I hope this 'story' gives one comfort and hope that our loved ones continue to communicate despite seemingly horrible DX's and resulting consequences....

Dad lived his life with the motto that one should live passionately and with the knowledge that anything is possible; one has to visualize their dream and "make things happen." I remain grateful for this experience and again I trust this touches your heart as you go out and give care to those so in need of our loving and skilled nursing care!!!

That was a very interesting story Noko. Thank you for sharing it with us.

I"m relieved to know that there are others out there who get the "feelings" before death occurs. Here are a few of my experiences:

My Experiences with "feelings of eminient death" (by Tinkerbell)

These are only a few of the experiences that I have had. It would take alot of time and too much space to recount all of them.

I have, on numerous occasions, had very strong feelings about death.

Usually, I only know who they are about if I am in close proximity of the person when I have them. My step-grandmother slipped into an comatose/

unconscious state and remained there for months. The doctors did not expect any change, so my parents had decided to go on vacation as they had planned. I lived out of town, and went with my mother to visit her at the nursing home one day. My grandmother was unconscious, but I felt a pull, a draw, a connection, and a feeling of communication with my step-grandmother. She made a few noises, like she was trying to communicate verbally, but did not regain consciousness. I felt myself, opening up to her in communication and thinking " It's ok if you want to let go, if you are ready,go now and rest in peace". My mother and I left, and before we did I told my mother that they need to postpone their trip for a few days--that something was going to happen with my stepgrandmother. We had only been home a few hours when my aunt called and said that my step-grandmother had passed away that afternoon.

Recently, my uncle, who was diabetic and had heart surgery within the last year or so, moved from another state to live near his sisters (my mother and the same aunt). I again, was down on a visit and we went by to see him.

I sat down beside him, while my aunt and mother stood talking accross from him. He was conscious and talking. I had the same very strong feeling and

knew that something was going to happen. He was my favorite uncle so I tried to ignore the feelings and hoped that I was wrong. He asked me to stop by and visit him on my way out of town the next day, and I did. I am soo glad that I did. The following monday, after he spoke to his best friend (from the state he had just moved from) he passed away.

I recently went to an assisted living facility for an interview. The interviewer was running behind schedule and I had to wait for about 45 minutes. As I sat there, I got the feeling. It was very overwhelming, almost unbearable.

I almost did not wait for the interview. I was so relieved to get out of there.

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This dosen't really qualify as a creepy ghost story...but more of an after death connection...you decide...its one of things that got me going to get into school...just got my LPN...one more year and I'll have my RN

I was a CNA for 8 years. My first job, actually the place that I got my training as a CNA through was a ltc...they had a ward called SCU...special care unit...it was a psycheward.

It was the scene of the most endearing and rewarding years. I worked with pt with schizophrenia, ocd, Huntington's chorea, and all types of mental and behavior disorders....I never had any problems...I took the time to get into their world and find out how to communicate with them.

We had one pt in particular that was brutal! He had lung cancer that had metastized to his brain. He was ONRY! We had to take his cowboy boots away from him because he would put them on , holler he was going to kick everyones @##!...and he would try. He also had a colostomy that he was fond of ripping off and throwing at the wall if you pushed him to hard or if he was just in a mood. This poor guy always looked awful, because and I don't blame them, dayshift was too affraid to shave, bath, or do too much with him. It took me several months, but he did let me in...he talked kindof like a robot...when he did talk..with me he acutally said "Ma'am" and so on. Anyway he would let me shave and clean him up either during my pm or night shift...we would talk about fishin and ridin horses and all kinds of things...the first time he threw his colostomy at the wall and told me to @##@! off Ma'am, I got him out of bed and made him clean up the mess...he actuall smiled when he got back in bed and said to me "Boy, you don't take my ##$! Ma'am, I like that about you...my mama never took it either!" He would onlly eat for me in the night, and it wasn't much...I could tell his end was near...He did manage to dump a chocolate milk shake over my head at one time...I don't know how to explain it, but I think he was more therapy for me than I for him....I know, a crazy for a Crazy...I was the joke of the staff..but I didn't care...anyway he passed away on a Friday...I had the weekend off and I had a feeling he wouldn't be there Monday...but that Friday night, before I knew he had passed I had the most wonderful visit from him...my dream was this

I found myself in a cafeteria....could not figure out why I was there, I was looking through the crowd and the people and just couldn't figure it out..suddenly I see "him, my pt" waving me over...I walked over and he looked fabulous...all duded up from head to toe, including his favorite cowboy boots...he had three trays of food in front of him...all his favorites...He grinned ear to ear and looked as I imagine he did before he was riddled with disease.....he grinned up at me and said "Howdy Ma'am...I just had to let you know I am okay.....after all these years I am okay...you were my friend and I will never forget if you won't" and he winked and went back to eating....I woke up and was smiling and crying at the same time....It was especially great to see him in clothes, he had to wear these one piece jumpsuits because he had a habbit at one time of getting naked and wondering around..

I think of him often and feel that this is probably the most important type of job we as nurses will do....just to be there for somone who has no one, and take the time to find a way to communicate...

Thanks for your time...Tammy, LPM

Specializes in Infection Control, Quality, Risk.

While I was in nursing school, I worked in the ICU as a tech. Another tech and I were bathing a pt one evening who had been unresponsive for several days and was expected to pass away "anytime". We turned her slightly to wash her back and she opened her eyes, looked THROUGH the other tech and said, "No Jesus, not tonite. Come back tomorrow." Closed her eyes again and returned to her previous state of conciousness. We reported this to the RN who was charged with the pt, and she smiled politely at the simple little techs who must have imagined a dying pt talking :stone

The next day we came in and almost exactly 24 hours from when we had experienced the situation, the RN was in the room with the pt and the pt once again opened her eyes, looked through the RN, and said, "Yes Jesus, I will go with you." Closed her eyes and died.

It was very peaceful and very creepy.

Takem said:
Um, I'm not a nurse yet. Not even in college lol. But I lurk alot and had to share my story. It's part of the reason I want to be a nurse.

My mom was dying (we didn't know it at the time) and was in our small, West Virginia hospital. She wasn't on any medication (at least none that would make her...well, out of it). But she started drifting in and out. She would stare and the window and say stuff like "I've never seen so much candy, can we really eat it all?" Then look at me and said sorry I must have been dreaming. This went on for a while. She seemed to be talking about stuff she did as a kid with her brothers.

As she got sicker we had to move her to a hospital in Charleston. I knew she kept talking about dying, but nobody would let me know. Once before they took her took to get a stent placed in her kidney she told me "be all that you can be." I laughed at first because we always used to make fun of those lame Army commercials. But then it dawned on me that it was her wish.

Well the nurses in the MICU had a huge effect on me. I loved them. When we recieved news that my mom had to have a heart transplant...and wouldn't survive the operation...I ran crying from the conference room. I ran all the way down to the bathroom at the entrance of the area. This beautiful, beautiful nurse followed me all the way there. I even pushed her I think (I barely remember) but she just hugged me and wiped my tears up. I told her my mom was going to die and she said "not on my shift". She held me up as we walked back to the conference room. The doctor had mentioned that they had taken my mom off morphine a while ago and was going to ask her if she wanted to be a put on life support.

I left the room and went straight to my mom and asked her myself. She smiled and said no. She always said to keep her alive for me, not matter what. But I honestly believe she saw enough to make her want to go home.

After that the nurses had a hard time with her, she kept pulling out her oxygen. I tried talking to her but was scared of her. I asked her if she was going to dye her hair again and she laughed and said "no, what's the point?"

A few days before she died a distant relative called up to say she had saw my grandmother pulling up a black Caddy to take my mother home. She was convinced she already had died.

The night she died I wasn't with her. At first I was angry but now I'm glad I wasn't. My mother requested my father be allowed to sleep in the room with her that night, because she knew she was going to die. He did and around 4 AM she pulled off her oxygen, said take care of Beth (me). Then looked at the ceiling and said she was going to heaven. Then it was over.

I'm such a wussy, I would fall apart if I had a real experience like you all had. But I do have these dreams with my mom and grandma where we're riding in a red Mustang, in the sun with our black hair (no more gray for them!) just a flowing. My mom got the Cadillac, I know when my time comes, I get the Mustang.

I made up my mind after witnessing how the nurses cared for my mother, that it was the path meant for me. All this happened 4 years ago, when I was 12. I know my mom's with Jesus and that makes me happy.

Beautiful story, Beth. You will make a great nurse! ?

These were shared with me..........

Thought you would like to read too.

When I was an EMT for my local hospital. I and my partner brought in a man who had fallen 60 feet thru a roof at a cheese factory that was being remolded. The man of course did not make it, he passed on.

However, while I was out talking with his fiance' she said they had argued that morning and he left for work angry and she did not tell him she was sorry. I tried to assure her that he knows she loves him. but she was just so distraut. When my shift was over and I had gone home to get some much needed sleep, The man appeared to me standing in the corner of my bedroom, I saw and felt him move over to the side of my bed. I sat up and looked at him. He spoke to me saying 'Tell her I love her'. I promised that I would do it. About one week later I made contact with her. I asked her to not think of me as being nuts, but I gave her the message. She cried and gave me a big hug and thanked me. She said she knew he was still around and It gave her peace. We still keep in touch. He has crossed over and she has sence married.

I remember back when i was a teenager, I was a volunteer candy striper at Aultman Hosp in Canton. At that time they still had quite a bit of the original hospital still in use and one day while I was there I was sent to pick up papers from the oncology lab. Because the weather was so bad outside to get to the oncology lab I had to walk thru the original pediatrics ward - it wasn't in use and just had a really eerie feeling to it. As I was walking thru the empty hall about 3/4s of the way to the end, I heard what sounded like a child crying. There was no one around! I booked it out of that ward and braved the weather outside rather than taking the short cut back thru the ward!

I'm a nurse here in Australia and thought I would add one of mine.

I was went to work at this small hospital that I had heard a ghost story about. At the larger hospital I was at initially even doctors had taken a visit to see a security footage video that everyone was talking about and even they couldn't explain this.

When I went to work at this hospital I thought I would check the story out with witnesses.

One evening late at night a security guard with a dog was patrolling the carpark at the back of the wards. Earlier he had walked with his dog behind these buildings and he thought he saw a shadow and thought it was an intruder but noone there. He said he definitely saw something. Later her was walking across the carpark and his dog suddenly stopped and went off its brain at something the guard couldnt see. It unnerved the guard quite a bit and it took a while to calm his dog. The dog was pulling on its leash at something.

A bit later a bored nurse was sitting near the monitor and rewound the security video to see if she could see any druggos hanging around. She saw the part where the guard was crossing the carpark and saw him stop and his dog reacting. She couldnt believe what she saw. She saw a whitish glowing thing come down from the trees and onto the grass and cross onto the concrete of the carpark. when it reached the concrete the glow turned into a shadow in the form of a human. It walked across the carpark and came directly in front of the guard whose dog then went berserk and then it stepped to the side and walked past the guard and dog. As it walked past and came closer to the camera the shadow bottom half developed distinct legs and was walking and then disappeared from camera view. It was heading towards the the back entry of the ward.

The nurse played it again and again and then called everyone to have a look and everyone agreed that it was legs and it was something spooky.

The next night they saw the guard and dragged himside to check out the video and he just went deathly white and it scared him quite a bit because he said that his dog knew something was there.

The video was viewed quite a lot during the next week by heaps of different people and even doctors and noone could find and explaination and everyone agreed it was a ghost. The strange thing was that around the time of this event. about a few minutes later one of the patients who was in the process of dying actually passed away.

This video even had the sceptics wondering.

You know its something big when they are talking about it at other hospitals lol!

I never got to see the footage as unfortunately a psa accidently kicked the computer for the security camera which was on the floor under a bench and totally stuffed it. Everything was wiped and so now the computer is in this protective thing.

I did ask many people to describe it and they all described the same thing.

I used to work as a respiratory therapist and would basically travel to three or four different nursing homes where the company was contracted in the local area. Because I was on-call, I generally got stuck working midnight shift.

I've only had one personal experience, but it was enough to scare me senseless! Anyway, the nursing home had two long hallways where the patients' rooms were located and then a connecting hallway between the two. I was going back to the office after finishing with one of the patients and in the connecting hallway I heard LOUD breathing right over my shoulder in my ear like it was coming from right behind me. It was deep and really slow...in...out....in....out. I laughed and turned around thinking it was one of the nursing assistants goofing off and I was the only one standing there with absolutely no one in sight. I FREAKED!! I don't think my legs have ever moved so fast!!

I didn't experience this personally, but was working the night this happened at a different nursing home. I can't remember if it was one of the nurses or nursing assistants, but they were doing their rounds and entered a lady's room to do whatever it was they had to do. Anyway, this particular patient was basically completely non-functional. She never talked, never walked, never made a peep, and would only lie in bed with her eyes open. As the nurse or nursing assistant entered the room, the lady was down on the floor on her stomach, but up on her arms (basically walking with her arms, if that makes sense) pulling herself across the room towards the girl and was speaking in some sort of language that definitely wasn't English. The girl, of course, freaked out and when she returned with help, the lady was still in the floor, but just lying there with her eyes open as usual not making a peep.

At the same nursing home where I had my experience, a pregnant nursing assistant was talking with the nurses at the nurse's station. Witnessed by at least three people, a marker lifted up from the nurse's station and flew across some distance hitting the pregnant girl square in the stomach. The nurse that told me the story said they had hoped it wasn't a bad omen, but the girl later on had the baby with no complications and the baby was perfectly healthy.

When I worked as a medic, once in a while I used to transport pediatric oncology patients to Stanford's original Children's Hospital. I got to talking to a couple of nurses there one time, and they told me several stories about children who had passed on at the hospital.

There was one story about two young boys, both cancer patients, who became best friends after they met at the hospital. I believe both boys were about 9 years old, if I remember correctly. These boys were inseparable. One boy succumbed to his cancer, and the second boy also did not too long after. The nurses told me that at the moment the second boy passed away, at night, a shaft of bright light came through the skylight above the nurse's station and lit it up. They said that there was no source for the light, and that it only lasted a few moments. They said that they felt that it was the first boy coming for his best friend.

It was also common for them to hear the sound of children's footsteps running barefoot up and down the hallways after hours when everyone was asleep. Giggling was often heard when this happened. I remember them telling me that it was a group of ghostly children playing Hide and Seek. They said that they used to leave a bowl of candy out at night after hours for this group, and that the candy would always disappear.

My mother used to be a nurses aid. She said she had a lot of experiences when people were ready to pass. Often they would be talking to people. One nurse who didn't believe in an afterlife was very freaked when they went in and an older lady said This is my husband so-and-so and this is my daughter. No one was there, of course. My mother just said, "Tell them I'm very happy to meet them, I'm glad they could come for you." She died within the hour.

I was diagnosed with cancer and when I went to the hospital to receive treatment I was put in a double room, I had it all to myself though. The first night I was there, an older Doctor came into my room and checked my chart, he didn't say a word, just looked up at me after he was done and nodded in my direction then turned to his left towards the other bed, walked directly past it and through the wall. I was completely stunned. BUT, I was also on Morphine so I didn't say a word about it thinking I was hallucinating. After about a week ( this continued nightly) I finally got a room mate.

After a couple of night of me seeing this man and her not saying anything I couldn't ignore it any longer. That night after he had checked both our charts, nodded at each of us in turn, then, turned to his left and walked through the wall...I said " Did you see him?" She said " NO I didn't see the ghost-doctor ...!"

We got along VERY well after that!!

**After some questioning of the nurses, we found out that the wall we kept seeing him exit through was at one time a doorway that led to other patient rooms. When we described the doctor to them, they just nodded and said " He just never stopped doing his rounds." They weren't even surprised by it!

My mother and grandmother worked as Nurses in a hospital a little up state from where we live. One night, when my grandmother was working the late shift. My grandmother was watching a patient in critical care, when she saw a flickering coming from doorway. As she looked over, what she described as a fireball passed by the door and disapeared up the hall, leaving a cold chill behind it.

The next day she discovered one of the patients down the hall had passed away in the middle of the night. This wing was for the elderly and it was just thier time. My grandmother had told me that she got a feeling of evil from the sight of the floating ball, and, being a strictly christian woman, was convinced it was a demon coming for the soul of the deceased.

Whether it was a demon, or the soul itself, I don't know. But stories like the one my grandmother told are common among nurses, and chilling none the less.

Chad_KY_SRNA said:
The best I have heard is from a nurse who said that one night she was floated to oncology at the hospital she used to work at. She was given a patient who was passing away and had been unconscious for several days. At one point during the night the nurse went into the room and the patient was at the top of the bed and looked at her and said, "don't let them take me!", the nurse was freaked out and asked her who was going to take her and she said that black thing up there and pointed up in the air. This patient died within minutes.

Come on now share your stories, I know you have seen and heard freaky things.

The floor that I worked on as a new graduate was part of the old home for the incurables. The hospital was built around this old home. Now I am not the only one who has experienced this so I am not crazy. This floor was the floor that got many older unconscious patients, alcholic and drug detox and anything else that the hospital didn't have room for. Each room had metal lockers to hold patient's clothes. Frequently we would hear the doors on the lockers banging and when we would enter the room both patients would be out cold. We also had a dirty utility room next to the nurse's station but separated by a wall. We had to go out and around the nurse's station to get to the dirty utility room. We would hear the loud noise of the metal bed pans clanging to :p gether (yes it was a long time ago with metal bedpans) we would get there and every thing would be in it's place. This happen almost every night so every nurse experienced it. Now that part of the hospital has been renovated for nursing administration. I can't help to wonder if those kinds of things still happen.

THEY ARE WONDERFUL AND EXPERIENCES BEYOND BELIEF LETS KEEP THEM COMING :sofahider I DO BELIEVE IN ANGELS..............

My favorite ghostly nursing story was actually experienced by my husband who is also a nurse. He was working at a small private hospital on a med/surg unit in a large metropolitan city. One of their "frequent fliers" was a woman named Louella who always requested the same room at the end of the hall if it were available at the time of her admission. Louella's husband Roy was very loving & doting and they refused assistance with her personal care when she was a patient as Roy did everything for her. The only time Roy left the bedside was to step to the nurse's station for a cup of coffee & inevitably before he returned to her side, Louella would be heard calling "Roy....Roy..."

Eventually Louella died at that hospital in "her" room.

Many months later a salesman is traveling through the state, experiences chest pain & pulls into the hospital. He was treated & placed in the same room that Louella had always requested. Younger, awake, alert, oriented & non-medicated.

My husband said that during the night the patient called the nurses station and asked if someone could "please help that lady so I can get some sleep."

The nurses hadn't heard anything but quickly made rounds to see if someone needed assistance. No one claimed to have called out & no one else heard the disturbance.

Shortly thereafter the patient calls the nurses station again requesting that someone "please make her shut up so I can get some sleep."

Again, made rounds, didn't hear anything, didn't see anyone that needed help.

The next call to the nurses station the patient asked if someone could "please help her find Roy so she will be quiet." My husband said that even then the staff wasn't unusually alarmed & even discussed the possibility that it was coming through the air conditioning vent & was maybe someone on another floor that was calling out.

The NEXT call to the nurses station, the patient says "She says her name is Louella & she needs help finding Roy." Everyone at this point is quite freaked out having known Louella & the history. Hubby says that a seasoned nurse walked into the room in question, opened the window (the inch that they will) and said very loudly "Get out Louella! You have to leave now."

My husband worked at that facility for another year & they never heard another peep from Louella.

When I was an EMT in a small town, a fellow EMT had something interesting happen to her.

My friend was called out on a freeway auto accident involving several unstable victims. This was her very first call out, and she was really nervous. She was trying to stabilize one victim, and her hands were shaking so hard she could barely function. She panicked and was afraid she was going to have to step back and let someone else take care of the victim because she felt so upset and overwhelmed. At this point, a man came up to her and said "I'm a doctor. I'll help you." It's not unusual to have people stop along the freeway and try to help out or gawk at an accident, but this one happened really early in the morning on a stretch of freeway that has few cars on it, especially at that time. The only vehicles there were the ambulance, a state patrol unit, and the car that flipped. Anyway, she accepted his help, and together they put the victim on the backboard and got him ready for transport. When they were finished he said "I'm going to help them" and pointed at another EMT who was with another victim. She nodded and said 'thanks.' She saw him walk over and kneel beside the victim, waiting to see if the EMT needed help. She turned back to the patient she was working on, and he needed an airway device, so she quickly turned to call to the EMT that the doctor had just gone to help. The doctor wasn't there, so she figured he'd left the scene.

The patients were all very unstable, and we were 50 miles from the nearest hospital, so the life flight helicopter had been called to transport the victims to the hospital. After the victims were loaded and gone, my friend turned to the other EMT she'd been working with and said "Wasn't that great to have help from that doctor?" The EMT looked at her with a puzzled look and said "What doctor? There wasn't anybody else at the scene except us and the cop." My friend said "He helped me, then I saw him walk over to you and kneel by you and the guy you were working on." The EMT just looked at her strangely. "No one helped me out." He said. She went up to the state patrol cop who had been directing traffic and said "Did you see the tall guy who stopped to help us?" The state patrol guy gave her the same look the EMT had and said "About two cars went by while you guys were working, and no one stopped."

To this day my friend is convinced that she was helped by an angel.

megkirpas said:
I dont know if that would do anything. I mean they are not neseccerally (spelling?) sent by the devil.

I should have been more clear.

I meant to bless the room and ask God to send someone to take these souls over to the other side.

Wont hurt.............ya know.

Specializes in Labor and Delivery.

I work labor and delivery. We have a separate unit for antepartum. This unit used to be the old ICU, years and years ago. I've seen tons of things out of the corner of my eye, but when you try to look staight at them they are gone.

The 1st thing I saw- At one point the NICU was overcrowded and was using our old nursery as a step-down unit. I was floated over there for the night. I was alone at one point when the other nurse took a dinner break. We have automatic doors that are pretty loud when they open and I had never before and never since seen them open on their own. Anyway, I was feeding a baby with my back to the door. I heard it open and all i could do was glance over my shoulder and say, "I'm almost done here, I'll be w/ you in a minute". I saw a man standing there in a long brown coat. I know he was looking right at me. I was all of 2 minutes putting the baby back to bed. The doors never opened again. I turned around a there was no one there. I immediately called the other nurse and told her she needed to come back. It was the longest 5 or 10 minutes of my life waiting for her to come back.

2nd- Not long after that I was working on the antepartum unit. I had heard several stories of a young girl with long blond hair on the unit that several had seen. I saw a girl walk into the patient kitchen. She was wearing a hospital gown, but it was all white, ours are white with blue flowers or pink. She was young and had long straight blond hair. I knew she wasn't one of out patients. I sat there and waited a while to see her come out and ask her if I could get her anything. She never came out. Another nurse saw me sitting and staring at the kitchen. She laughed at me and went into the kitchen. Nope, nobody in there. Hmmmm...

3rd- I had also heard that room 434 was haunted. All the older nurses had a story about that room. All within a few weeks of each other 3 of us had our stories. One nurse told me she had a pt next door who called her to the room and asked her to tell the people next door to please quit slamming the dresser drawers. She said everytime they slammed it they would ram the dresser into her wall and she couldn't sleep. You guessed it, no pt in that room. Another nurse had a pt in room 434 and said that the pt called her to the room. She asked if the nurse had been in there at all recently. The nurse said "no, why?". She said she was sleeping and heard her toilet flush and the sink come on. She got up to check out the bathroom and found no one, so she used it herself (mistake). She said while she was in there she heard someone come into her door and move furniture in her room (the rooms are really small, so usually you have to move things to get to the dresser or computer). There were only 2 nurses on that unit that night and neither had been in there. We moved that pt's room that night. Lastly, I had a pt that was in 434 and went to the other side for delivery. We then moved her back for bed control. She requested a different room. She said right before she went into labor her 3 y/o son told her that he hated her room b/c it was too noisy. She asked him what he meant and he asked her why she didn't see all those people standing around talking. She also said that close to that time she had her blinds turned one direction and noticed they were opposite. She put them back the way she had them to keep the light out and looked a little later and they were opposite again. We let her pick a new room.

Ahhhh....There are so many more. I hate working that unit alone. I've had call lights go on and off, TV's turn on right in front of me.......One time I heard a TV on in the breast pump room (for employees). It was really loud and I went to ask them to turn it down. I heard the channels changing as I walked towards the room, the volume was on full blast. As I knocked on the door the TV turned off. I went back and got the key to the room and it was dark, no one in there at all. I screamed my way all the way back to the desk....

hee hee

Specializes in Labor and Delivery.

ooohhhh...I forgot one more good one that happened to me.

I was in charge one night (we charge LDRP/nursery/antepartum). I went to check on the ante unit and the CNAs were acting goofy. They were giggly, but not middle of the night silly/tired. I asked what was up and they said they heard the ghost talking and the nurse with them was calling them names and saying she didn't hear anything. We stood and laughed about it for a little while, they never did tell me what they had heard it say. By this time the unit secretary was with us. Suddenly we all heard a scream and a man (no men on our unit EVER) saying "help me". The nurse on the unit said, "ok, I heard that one". I looked a the techs and said, "what should we do". Then, we heard it louder and clearly coming from the end of the hall. We all took off down the hall. I assigned a tech to each side of the hall and told the secretary to stay at the top of the hall. The other nurse and I went to the back to check the stairwell. We all ended up meeting at the last room on the unit. For the 3rd time, coming from that room we heard a man say, "help me" and scream. We all went flying in there. Now, I sit here laughing b/c that woman was so scared. She was alone and sound asleep and picture 4 of us in the middle of the night slamming into her room. She sat straight up in bed and said, "what what what". I said, "are you ok? we heard someone calling for help". She was like, "i was sleeping, it wasn't me." I played it off and said, "let's go check the staircase it must have come from the other side of the hall" (remember, I had personally checked the stairs) and I apologized and apologized and apologized. She forgave us...thank God or we would have had to move her room in the middle of the night. LOL, not funny, but I'm shaking thinking about it all over again.

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