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 Telemetry, OR, Infectious Disease.

I should be going to bed but I am scared now!!!! LOL :uhoh3:

Also giving this thread a good "BUMP" to keep the stories coming.

Kassy : )

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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

This is more of a nurse-ghost story rather than one with patient experiences.

A sanatorium named Fort San was built in 1917 to house people with tuberculosis. one night, a nurse wrapped a bed sheet around her neck and hung herself.

The place was closed down in 1972, and is now a hotspot for school trips and such. Since it was reopened to the public as sort of a museum, there have been stories about "sightings", with a nurse walking the halls of the old sanitorium.

I've included a picture to try and 'up the creep factor'

SissyLyn said:

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..

What a wonderful experience, Tammy! Just beautiful!

Cindy

second building on the left what is that..................part of the sanatoriom i have to wonder....:eek:

DMR1 said:
this is more of a nurse-ghost story rather than one with patient experiences.

a sanatorium named Fort San was built in 1917 to house people with tuberculosis. one night, a nurse wrapped a bedsheet around her neck and hung herself.

The place was closed down in 1972, and is now a hotspot for school trips and such. Since it was reopened to the public as sort of a museum, there have been stories about "sightings", with a nurse walking the halls of the old sanitorium.

I've included a picture to try and 'up the creep factor'

How wonderful that must have been for you!!!!! I had a resident who always told me to say hi to her family (from heaven) and she always said her husband was right by the door under a light that is on the ceiling I always looked and said hi and she always squeezed my hand.........Not to long ago she joined her husband and the first time I worked after when I walked in the room the light blinked several times.........Thinking it was a bad light I kept working..And it stopped on my way out...The light blinked again so I looked up and said hello the light stopped I had such a peaceful feeling then and now whenever I think of her...

SissyLyn said:

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

kbclary4 said:
I am so easily scared, I would leave and never come back. Seriously. I am actually getting uneasy being in my apt. alone and reading this stuff. I really would have to quit my job if I saw anything like that or have someone go with me everywhere I went. My husband and I were watching The Shining the other night (I had never seen it) and I made him get up and go to the bathroom with me and I wouldn't let him go anywhere unless I followed him because I didn't want to be left alone. He was so aggravated, but I really scare easily.

I feel the way you do. I'm home by myself, reading these scary stories and thinking "why am I doing this to myself". The bad thing is - I can't stop reading it!!! This fall I start only my second semester in nursing. And I'm becoming more and more convinced that maybe I should have went to college and get a nice 'ghost free' office job! :chuckle

Just joking, but not about being scared reading this stuff.

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.

I love it............ghost free office job, how true...now we shall wait and see if anyone reports from offices.......oh believe me most are very true that you are reading .....

criscobaby said:
I feel the way you do. I'm home by myself, reading these scary stories and thinking "why am I doing this to myself". The bad thing is - I can't stop reading it!!! This fall I start only my second semester in nursing. And I'm becoming more and more convinced that maybe I should have went to college and get a nice 'ghost free' office job! :chuckle

Just joking, but not about being scared reading this stuff.

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.

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! ?

Thanks for the link on Near Death

Experiences !

Have enjoyed this thread alot!

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