Members are sharing personal experiences and stories related to ghosts, spirits, and paranormal occurrences in healthcare settings. Some members discuss encounters with deceased loved ones or unexplained phenomena, while others share their interest in ghost stories and movies like "Doctor Sleep" and "The Shining." There is a mix of skepticism, curiosity, and belief in the supernatural among the forum participants.
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...
VERY interesting topic for discussion. But since this is not nursing-related, I have to move thread to Allnurses Central area, as this is the place for such topics.
Enjoy!
I had a patient once who was dying. When I had her the previous week, she was alert and oriented but in a lot of pain and kept telling us and the doctor that she wanted to die. So when I came in that night she had declined and been put on a morphine drip. She was pretty much only responsive to pain and her son was there for the night. She started having periods of apnea where she would stop breathing for like 30 seconds-1 min. and then all of a sudden she would take a huge breath and open her eyes and start saying very loudly "MOMMY!, MOMMY!, MOMMY!". I was in the room and her son and I just looked at each other at the same time. I was trying not to let it show that I was freaked out! He just said, well, we can't begin to know what all she is going through right now. She continued doing this off and on for a couple of hours and then she died. That remains to be the scariest death I have ever seen.
As we rounded the corner, I casually inquired how many guests shared the top floor with us. At the same time, I heard the unmistakable 'bzzz-click' of an electronic lock opening, and right in front of our eyes, our suite door cracked itself open an inch or two.
I halted so abruptly that Emily ran into me, and the clerk grabbed my arm to steady me. I looked at her.
"Does THAT happen often?" I asked. She shook her head and said, "I think you're the only two guests in a suite up here right now."
So! Back down to the lobby we went, returning with the male night manager and the clerk who had originally accompanied us.
This time, the suite door was firmly shut.
"I'm not going in there," Emily stated. I think we all shared that sentiment, but hey, we had Mr. Night Manager there for that very reason.
He cracked the door, then pushed it open most of the way. In the hallway, we three brave women stood together in a huddle, peering in.
The living room was trashed. Completely wrecked; lamps on the floor, furniture turned over. The microwave was also on the floor, and the fridge was on its side.
Unbelieving, I stepped forward and pushed the door open wider.
There were clothes from both our suitcases scattered everywhere. Costumes, underthings, and t-shirts hung from the sprinklers mounted on the ceiling. Worse, the lock on Emily's travel trunk had been - well, crushed - and all the designer things she was so proud of were also thrown everywhere. There was a Fendi sandal in the toilet, and the curtains over the window at the far end of the living area were torn from the mounted rods and were lying in a heap on the floor.
Emily and I stared at each other, open-mouthed.
"Was it like this when you came downstairs?" asked Mr. Night Manager, rather idiotically. Still staring around us, we shook our heads. The female clerk had entered by then, and stood there, looking shocked.
"Well, what about when the door opened the first time you came up here?" he went on.
The female clerk answered him this time. "They don't know," she snapped. "We didn't look in, we just left."
Emily had begun picking up clothing and shoes, accessories and makeup. Several small eyeshadows had been broken and scattered, then ground into the carpet.
"Who could have done this?" I asked. "Does anyone else have access to a pass-key around here?"
The clerks exchanged a look that I'd have missed if I blinked.
"No," they answered, simultaneously.
The phones rang again. We all looked at one another. Mr. Night Manager answered the phone closest to him.
"Suite ***, this is Stan." Then, "Yeah. Nope, nobody. The suite's been wrecked, though. No, probably not. Yeah, I know. Will do." He hung up, turning to face us.
"That was Lisa, down at the front. We're going to switch suites for you tonight. Do you want us to help you get your things together?"
"No, but please don't leave us here alone for another second," I blurted.
The other clerk was helping Emily toss our stuff any which way into the suitcases. Everywhere I looked, I found more broken, torn up personal items. My journal was halfway shredded, with what looked like bite marks on the cover.
"Who could have done this?" I asked again.
Nobody had an answer (not even [especially!] the police officer who took the report), but a day or so later, in the hallway leading to the fitness room, I encountered the female clerk. She wanted to talk to me, and had, in fact, been looking for me or for Emily.
We sat on the steps while she talked. What happened to Emily and me in our suite had occurred before, she thought, but not while she worked there.
She had heard things, as all old, decrepit hotels have histories, but she'd largely disregarded a lot of it as just...fantastic ghost stories. Tales, told and re-told among third-shifters to pass the boredom of another long night.
The suite we had been in was at the crux of most of the problems, she went on to tell me. As nothing had happened in her six years there, she'd assigned it without a second thought. From the moment we arrived, she said, there had been electrical malfunctions at the switchboard.
Malfunctions? Like what?
Well, such as every single line lighting up, calls coming in from rooms that were unoccupied as well as the occupied ones. Nobody was on any of the inbound lines. There was a bank of pay phones in a hallway off the lobby, and they'd ring simultaneously. The security guard had attempted to answer them, more than once.
More problems with the doors, as we'd observed from the lobby. The people we'd both seen on the monitor downstairs had not been guests at that hotel since June, she thought. There was no way to explain why they hadn't been taped over, or why that particular loop had keep repeating.
Worse, their security guard had actually quit that night. He just walked out, she explained, right before the doors started acting weird. They were still waiting for another to be assigned.
We were interrupted then by another clerk I had never seen before; an older woman who gave off the 'management' vibe. My new friend jumped up guiltily and went off with her to attend to whatever needed doing, and I went to find Emily.
We were blowing this crazy joint, hell or high water.
Weird, I wouldn't have been able to handle this emotionally. That night I would have been gone from there. Between the actual seeing "it", and then finding the room trashed! Scary.....:chair::behindpc::stone
sufferkate
I enjoyed your stories. Ever think of writing a book??? You are a great story teller! :)
Leaves me wanting more.
Sufferkate,
You are a natural writer. Your story was riveting. It must have been insanely scary to go through that.:sofahider
LadyJane and StatBlues:
Thank you for the compliments! I try to tell a story so that a reader can make sense of what is, essentially, a sort of confusing series of events. I would LOVE to quit working in law and be a full-time writer, and to that end, I have been working on setting out my experiences with the paranormal. I post everything to my blog, and the url is on my profile.
Thanks again! I'm really happy you enjoyed them, and also that nobody said 'that seems really crazy, lady!'
I was working at the local State Hospital a couple of years ago.
I went onto the unit at the beginning of my shift-around two o'clock in the afternoon.
Upon my arrival, I immediatley noticed that the "energy level" on the unit felt unusualy high. Not anything that I can necessarily put into writing, but a definite indicator that something could be imminently wrong. The patients were all wound up, and overstimulating.
The staff were on edge, and one could literally feel the hair on the back of their neck standing up, much like when all of your children are up, running around, and being loud, obnoxious, and causing high stress levels for the parents(s), yet not particularly doing anything wrong.
After about an hour of this, all of sudden, there was a quick breeze that blew through the unit, and down the hall. This alone, got our attention, as this was a double locked facility, in a 80 year old, very antiquated building. Nowhere the breeze could have come from. The windows were locked tight, and the sally port opened to another hallway.
We all shuddered immediatley-including the patients, who stopped to look around curiously. In one solid motion, the lights flickered, then all of the doors from one end of the hall, to the other slammed shut two by two!
These doors were big, heavy, solid oak, so each door that slammed, sounded like a shotgun blast. It was as if someone had run down the hall with their arms outsretched, pushing all of the doors shut!
EVERYONE, including the patients, stood with a dumbfounded look on their face, afraid to move! The nursing supervisor even came running out of her office to see what the commotion was.
Of course, we never found the cause, and it was kind of an unspoken agreement that the paranormal does in fact exist, in whatever form one believes.
I've honestly never been so afraid in broad daylight, and will never forget that day!
We all have thought we've seen something out of the corner of our eye, whether we are believers, or not, but this, by far was th most blatent display I have EVER experienced!
Hope you all enjoyed it!
Whoever sterted this thread, thanks. I'm really having fun with this one!
Has anyone heard of patients seeing a black dog on the end of their bed or in their room right before they die? This story has been passed around our small hospital, not sure of the origin. Anytime a confused patient starts talking about dogs in their rooms it makes me a little nervous though.:paw:
I've heard of that too.
Same story, lots of patients who are terminal, and confused do talk about a black dog, or dogs.
I never attributed it to much, other than confusion, but now that you mention it...
nothing really scary but i was in this elevator when it suddenly stopped in an empty dark florr where no lights at all and i see no other person than me...
nothing really scary but i was in this elevator when it suddenly stopped in an empty dark florr where no lights at all and i see no other person than me...
That would be a bit unsettling... sometimes it's the little things!
ambersnight
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With halloween now over, does anyone have any ouija board stories?
I recently stayed at the Myrtles plantation in St. Francisville,la and was too scared to bring a ouija board. Like many, im fascinated about the idea. Please share:uhoh21: