What's Your Best Nursing Ghost Story?

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 Surgical Intensive Care.

I have not personally experienced any of these things..Yet... However, there is a nurse that I work with that told this one and it still gives me chills.

She was working In SICU as an aide through nursing school and a very sick little lady had coded. They were doing compressions and intubating her and going through the motions (about 8 people in the room) when the RT doing compressions just stopped and froze all at once. His eyes were fixed on the window (which is even with the first story roof). One of the nurses asked him if he needed a break and he just shook his head, his eyes continued toward the window. Everyone turned to see what he was gazing at, and lo and behold, the little old lady that lay lifeless and cold on the bed before them was standing full of life in her attractive hospital gown on the roof. The nurse swears that all 8 of them saw the same thing. The little lady was pronounced dead shortly thereafter and so the story goes. Whether the nurse actually experienced this or it was read from a ghost story post, I think it's a good one....

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If I was witness to that I wouldn't be alive now. I would have literally $h*t myself to death. My sphincter blown right out my behind, giving one last merry toot as it blew in the wind.

That has to be the scariest story I have ever heard.

:roll :rotfl: :yelclap: :yeah: :bugeyes: :bow: Merry toot!!!

It's also possible (and I emphasize the word possible rather than probable or likely) that merely by asking one's future that the future is altered in a negative manner. That is to say by seeking such information one may put one's self under greater influences from "negative" forces. Your mother may have considered this possibility if only at a subconcious, intuitive level. Analogies would include asking questions from a Quija board et (I am also reminded of the story of I believe it was Saul in the Old Testament who sought counsel from a dead ancestor only to be told accurately that he would meet his doom). I have read many accounts of people who "dabbled" in various ways with the "occult" and experienced incredible strings of bad luck (of course I have read perhaps an equal number of accounts where just the opposite occured). It makes me think of this song http://hit-country-music-lyrics.com/johnnycashlyrics-mancomesaround.html !

Also anyone who has enjoyed reading these first hand experiences might also appreciate this site http://theshadowlands.net/ghost/ which claims more than 9,000 ghoststories submitted as true, mostly first hand experiences.

I agree with you.

I believe that it increases the chances of being deceived by a menevolent (evil) spirit. I have never played with a oija board, been involved in a sceance, or contacted a "psychic".

I feel that if it is meant for me to receive a message from the spirit of a deceased person - the spirit will contact me directly.

Thanks for the website. I find paranormal research interesting.

I believe there are many who are truly "gifted". However, there

are also many who are deceptive and fraudulent.

One Last Goodbye

A few weeks later, I was talking with the daughter of the patient who had passed away in the room and she smiled at me and said that it was probably her father coming back to tell his favorite nurse goodbye one last time.

Thank you for this lovely "ghost story." I have a few of them myself, nothing malevolent or scary about them, but at the time they make you wonder.

I'll get them down when I am finished reading this fascinating thread.

Thanks for the links.

I have enjoyed all of these stories so much...........

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Remember, our energy needs to go somewhere after we die....this thread is good!

I've worked in several nursing homes since 1997, so I've had plenty of run-ins with restless spirits.

At this one nursing home, there were three different wings. North, East and West. West wing was the "heavy" hall. Mostly tube-feeders and total care. East was the Medicare/short-term rehab wing. Then there was North. North had a pretty ecclectic mix of patients of differing levels of acuity. There was a short hall and a long hall. However, to the back of North wing, there was a long hall that had about ten private rooms, a day room on one end and a small dining room on the other end. The residents back on this hall (called 400 hall) were all ambulatory and even a few "wanderers".

Now, I generally worked from 3-11, but on this particular night, the 11-7 girl was sick so I was asked to stay. As I was off the next night, I agreed. Since I was working a double, I was given the assignment on 400 hall. It was an easy assignment as most of the residents were continent and the few that weren't were really light weight.

Anyhow, I was sitting in the dining room with the lights off, charting by the dimmed hall lights when I caught something out of the corner of my eye moving down the hall. Thinking it was one of my "wanderers", I looked up and saw what to this day I still believe was a toddler on a tricycle.

Let me tell you now, I lost it. The ADL book went flying and I skittered up the short hallway to the nurse's station. I relayed my story to the charge nurse and she just sort of chuckled at my expression and explained that one of the residents that had passed away years ago had a grandson that was killed by the back tires of her car. He was in the driveway and she didn't see him and backed right over him. The night the lady died, she was calling out "Tyler, oh my baby Tyler. Nana's coming.". Then she passed.

Everyone has come to the conclusion that the toddler on the tricycle still haunts that hall, looking for his grandma.

Either way, I never worked another 11-7 on 400 hall.

That one is very sad. Must have made your hear jump in your throat. But it's still very sad. It's hard to see the sad stories of spirits looking for things. Especially, a young spirit. I used to work in the palliative unit of an old hospital. It used to have a pediatrics unit down the hall. Across the street used to be a children's orphanage/hospital. Sometimes, the patients would see the children playing in the halls and outside behind the hospital.

I also work in a LTC facility. One of the residents I commented once that she looked like my mother. My mother died suddenly of a stroke. I don't know why I said it. But she did look like my mother. Anyway, over a period of time, the resident deteriorated from a very bad infection on her knee and foot. The call bell system at the LTC I work at uses buttons. When the resident needs help, they push the button that hangs from a necklace around their neck. At bed time, they put it wherever they need it. She was always in pain and her dressings needed to be changed frequently. I enjoyed my time changing her dressings, I'd give her pain med before, and she'd listen to me gab while I changed the dressing. Long story short, I got attached then, she had to be sent to the hospital. Well, I happened to be working on the same unit that she was admitted to. When she was sent to the hospital, her call bell was hanging on a hook in her room. Two months later, she died in the hospital. I was on the night shift at the LTC facility the night she died. Her call bell kept going off many many many times that night just like she were back from the hospital!!

How does one explain that one? I mean just about the call bell. What does one do when a patient or resident dies? I try not to get emotionally attached but sometimes, it's way too hard.

Specializes in Corrections, Cardiac, Hospice.

How does one explain that one? I mean just about the call bell. What does one do when a patient or resident dies? I try not to get emotionally attached but sometimes, it's way too hard.

user_offline.gif report.gif The day I stop getting emotionally attached to my patients is the day I get out of nursing. It is part of what makes me so good at what I do, I love them all.

user_offline.gif report.gif The day I stop getting emotionally attached to my patients is the day I get out of nursing. It is part of what makes me so good at what I do, I love them all.

Good. As a patient, I want nurses who REALLY care about me. And in my thought you can not REALLY care without getting emotionally attatached

After a busy evening in the long term care facility where I work, one of the nursing aids and I were doing a last check of all of the resident rooms, making sure all windows were closed, all residents were safely sleeping, etc. As we made our way up the hall, she went in one room, and I went in the next. I left the hallway door open to allow a bit of light into the room so I wouldn't have to turn on the overhead light, possibly waking someone. There was enough light so I could see all four residents were sleeping, windows were closed, etc. As I turned to leave, my eye caught sight of a glowing 'orb', which appeared to move across the room and disappear behind bedside curtains. Still wondering what I had just seen, I went back out in the hallway at the same time as my co-worker came out of the room she had been checking. At the same time, both of us said "I think I just saw a ghost!". Same words, same time! We had both seen this glowing orb....she saw it cross her room and disappear, as I saw it appear and travel across my room! We figured it had to be one of our deceased residents come back for a visit!

Specializes in everywhere.

I just had to bump this thread to the top again. I love this thread, keep them coming!

I'm not a nurse yet, but I have a hosp. ghost story. I was in recovery from an emergency surgery. While I was coming too I had two every attentive nurses always at my side. One was an older woman that had the softest hands she was rubbing my forehead softly while talking to me, waking me up from the anestha. After I fully woke up and regained my senses I asked the male nurse where the other nurse was, he told me there was no other nurse, I was his only patient. I'm getting cold chills just typing this out! lol

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