What's Your Best Nursing Ghost Story?

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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...

Specializes in home health and geriatrics.

yes, I guess she thought they had been saying it too long and it was keeping her awake!

Great stories! Have spent way too much time reading them ALL...but so worth it. My Mom was a nurse (heck, my Mom's whole side of the family was/is in the medical field), so I'm sure she's got some good ones! I'm applying to nursing school in the fall, so I'm sure I'll have some to tell one day!

My mom has told me many stories of when I was a young child, telling the family things that I would have no memory or knowledge of. Like asking me where my grandfather was...I'd tell them (at the tavern flirting with so-and-so) or asking me what my unborn little sister's name should be ("little grandma's)...they named her after each of my grandmothers. I've also had various visitors stand at the end of my bed throughout my life (an old Indian usually) and just watch over me. Not scary at all.

When my sons were young, we'd spend summers or the Christmas with my Mom & Grandma up north. Occasionally, my youngest son would have a bad dream, wake up and go out into the kitchen (they had strange sleeping patterns, so one of them - my Mom, Grandma or step Dad - would usually be up). One night, it was my Grandma who was up. He told her about his bad dream and how it bothered him and that he was afraid to go back to sleep (I think he was about 4 y/o). G'ma told him that when he was ready to go back to sleep (she probably made him hot chocolate) to just tell whoever was there that he was God's property, that whoever was there, needed to go away and leave him alone. He went off to bed. The next morning, he was all smiles as he sat next to her and told her that it worked. They left as ordered. He's 15 y/o now and will occasionally remind me about what Great G'ma told him to say...and that it still works. He's not at all bothered by it. We never made a dramatic fuss about it.

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Yes, please :)

Oh I am loving reading all these stories!

Specializes in Acute Spine, Neuro, Thoracic's, LTC.

Are these all really real??

Specializes in Critical Care.
Are these all really real??

Nope, we all have nothing better to do than sit around and think of stories to tell. :icon_roll

My True story is this.. my first nursing job was a very small rural hspital, -which is now shut down- sometimes we had only 2 patients , I worked a lot of nights, It would be me and another RN in house, it was 2 floors but the botten level was like the kitchen and storage, ect.. there was an elevator, often, at night between the hours of 2-4 a.m the elevator would just come up from the basement ( 1st level) to the 2nd, no one on it, no one down there, the door would just open, ( we could hear it coming if we were at the nursing desk) ) and then the door would open and then about 10 minutes later or so , it returned the way it came up. It sent goose bumbs up the back of your neck! and also sometimes around 3 a.m the phone would ring --no one there--just dead silence. This happened about every 3 nights. weird!!

Specializes in LTC, CPR instructor, First aid instructor..
Are these all really real??
Most of these stories are true.
My True story is this.. my first nursing job was a very small rural hspital, -which is now shut down- sometimes we had only 2 patients , I worked a lot of nights, It would be me and another RN in house, it was 2 floors but the botten level was like the kitchen and storage, ect.. there was an elevator, often, at night between the hours of 2-4 a.m the elevator would just come up from the basement ( 1st level) to the 2nd, no one on it, no one down there, the door would just open, ( we could hear it coming if we were at the nursing desk) ) and then the door would open and then about 10 minutes later or so , it returned the way it came up. It sent goose bumbs up the back of your neck! and also sometimes around 3 a.m the phone would ring --no one there--just dead silence. This happened about every 3 nights. weird!!

Guess, they were just cking to see if you were all awake :yawn:

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Wondered if you have any Christmas ghost stories?

I was on a very busy medicine unit. I had just gotten a pt up from er, so i was attempting to get him in and settled.All the doors to the rooms were very hard to open and very heavy (you know the kind that you pretty much have to body slam to open) well every time i started to go throught the hundred questions you have to ask the door would come flyin open, so after about the third time said well maybe the latch is messing up so i wiggled the handle, opened and closed the, door pulled on it ( im sure i looked like i should have been on a locked unit) feeling confident i turned to the pt and said i think its fixed now. As I smiled and started back to my questions the door flew open again.... this time the pt looked at me and said " you know what i dont think we are alone" we just stared at each other for about 10 seconds he said exactly what i was thinking.. so feeling a little spooked i hurried through my questions and went into the nursing station telling what had just happened the PCT looked at me and said were you in room 216 thats been happening in there and the bathroom door has been doing it too ever since Mrs>>>> had passed away last week.... yep every time i got a pt tothat room i always waited for the door to come open

This thread is amazing! I have to post a story here even though it isn't nursing or hospital related - but it is faith/spirt related!

My husband and I were both raised Catholic and had an opportunity in 2004 to do a study abroad in Italy while at Michigan State University. We are not super religious, but we had 2 really freaky things happen to us while were there.

While in Rome for a week, we were on a church visiting blitz - with only a week we were trying to get in as much as possible. Well my Husband Josh went to school at U or D Jesuit in Detroit, and he's got this real thing for the Jesuit's - so he found this church in our tour books that has to do with the Jesuits, so I agree to go to what feels like our 100's church. They are all beautiful - but are starting to look the same at this point.

We find this church just outside the city limits and it didn't look like much from the outside. I remember distinctly though stepping over the threshold from the sunny Italian afternoon to this shaded and cool atrium of the church and I got major major chills. I was seriously a sweating pig and then once inside the church the hairs on my back just went straight up. I was pretty quiet inside and there were no tourist which was a pleasant surprise. This man approaches in in the old school brown robes of a brother and asks us how he can help us. This is not very common for someone from the church to approach you - since they see so many tourist, but the man spoke great english and we told him were were just here to look around. He then tells us that we have to see the relics that are here and proceeds to lead us to this back room behind the alter. We follow and the freakiness commences.

So we go into this room and once you enter it, it felt like that scene in Indiana Jones Last Crusade where Jones meets with the knight guarding the Holy Grail - in this room that hasn't been entered in centuries. There was like this pressure and my ears almost felt like I was on a plane or something. The brother then guides us to these really large illuminated cases that are holding various relics. There was some of the splinters of wood from the cross that Jesus was nailed on and a few of the thorns from his crown of thorns.

The relics were cool - but you see tons of this stuff because there was a huge market for these things throughout the centuries. So no big deal. The brother then points out to us this exact scanned copy of the Shroud of Turin that the church has on display. Now there is alot of rumors and speculations about the authenticity of the Shroud of Turin - but this copy, which was done in 2000 and is an exact perfect replica of the original one brought my husband and I literally to our knees. We looked at this full length color beautiful image of this man who is dead and we both just start crying.

I can't even explain it. I have never had anything like this happen before and since this day. We both were just standing there with tears running down our faces for no reason! The detail was astounding and beautiful. I felt like there was someone with me, some pressure or something - it was totally unreal. It was almost like being underwater.

Now I know you reader either are like amen sister or think I am loon. I am 100% honest to God know there was someone in that room with me who was not of this realm. I have NEVER seen my husband cry - that was the first and only time! I just remember thinking this man died a very painful death and it was so tragic and so beautiful.

So we cry ourselves out (the Brother has since left us to our sniffling) and we proceed to take a last look around and go to the gift shop. I was looking for a postcard or something of the mosaics'. We enter this tiny little gift shop and there is this frail, old Brother sitting in a chair by the exit. The man must have been well over 80 and he was a hunchback. ( I am so not kidding!) I have never seen a man look more like Yoda in my life! We go to pay this man for our post cards and he starts speaking to us in english. He says something like I am glad you were able to come here - they way he said it though was weird - like glad you able to walk in or something. I ask him what he means - and he proceeds to tell me that he sits by the exit every day and watches people try to enter the church. Okay - so my hair is yet again rising on my back! He continues saying that a lot of people will walk up to the door - hesitate and then turn back around and leave - they were never able to cross the threshold! Josh and I are totally just looking at each other - like you have to be kidding right. The Brother then very seriously begins to tell us that evil can't come in the church due to the relics - they wont allow entry and so these people are prohibited from coming in. It was so surreal, and this Brother was so 100% dead serious.

Josh and I booked it out to there and re-grouped outside with a cold drink and a park bench. We both came to the conclusion that we both felt someone or something in that church that was not normal. I have never, ever ever ever ever ever ever felt that connected, or touched since that one church.

Something else weird that happened was when we developed our pictures after our 2 month stay there. We get our pictures back and they all are looking normal except for the ones I took in that church. There are these white orbs (again I am not kidding!) in about 3 of the 10 pictures I took inside there. Now what is weird is there were no bright shinning things or anything that would create glare, and my camera was brand new for that trip - so no camera errors or flash issues. It is so strange! My hubby and me to this day swear there was something going on with that church!

Sorry - really long post - but true and crazy story that needed to be shared! Ohhh I have the chills now!

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