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 Adult Critical Care.

This is a continuation of my previous post on the trauma center that I used to work at in Texas. After the incident with the blonde children, and the young lady that died of AIDS; a few nights later, there was an older black lady on our floor who had been admitted earlier that shift with a possible seizure, not witnessed. I was her tech. She had been lucid. At around 2 am, she hit the call light and I want to her room. She was crouching with her body in the fetal position crying. I asked her what was wrong. She replied " get those kids outta here"! "What kids"? I replied. "Those little blonde kids" she yelled. "I dont want them in my bed, they're trying to take me" I told her to calm down, that there were no children in her room. This did not calm her, in fact it made her worse. She began screaming hysterically. "OH MY GOD, WHAT DO THEY WANT WITH ME, GET THEM OFF MY BED"!! She was slapping at air, screaming "dont you see them"? I told her no, as she screamed even louder. While her nurse called the doctor, I finally convinced her that she would be ok if she closed her eyes, which she did. She told me that she needed to pee. I offered her a bedpan which she refused. She told me she had problems peeing in a bedpan. So I got her up to the bedside commode and stood beside her waiting for her to finish. She still had her eyes closed. She asked me to wait right outside the door, and that she would call me when she finished, which I did. her door was cracked so I could see, and hear her in case of a seizure. All of a sudden, she began seizing. I yelled for the nurse as I ran to her side. She was slumped on the bedside commode having a grand mal seizure. It took the entire floor to get her back to the bed (she was obese). She went into respitory arrest, was coded, and died that night. That is when I started wondering about those blonde children and what they might be there for. More on this later...............:chair:

Specializes in Med/Surg.

I was working in a LTC Facility as a CNA. I worked with one of my friends that night, so we were completeing assignments together. we were in the middle of rounds and we walked past a room, we saw two white figures over one of the beds. our facility had been built over an old civil war hospital. the were just peering over them, Norma and i looked at eachother and ran on to the next room!! Needless to say we saved that room for last and turned on all the lights to change the person!!! :lol2:

Specializes in Med/Surg.
My Dad used to tell a story that was unnerving for him. He and my Mom had just had a verbal "thing" of sorts. My Mom was an active alcoholic, my Dad was a recovering alcoholic. My Mom had been drinking then she'd pass out. Wake up, drink some more, and pass out. This went on for years before she died.

One day she woke up and was drinking and that is when the verbal fight began. She stormed off to the bedroom and my Dad was in the kitchen and quite angry. He looked up and she had returned but she was wearing a long white gown. He took a double take and realized she was not actually human. It was my Mom yet it wasn't.

She looked behind her where my Mom was, then looked at my Dad. She looked behind her to my Mom again and looked at my Dad again. My Dad described the look on her face as very sad. She slowing shook her head back and forth.

My Dad asked her who she was, she never spoke. My Dad started to approach her and she disappeared. 'Course, first thing he did was to go check on my Mom. She was sitting there happily drinking away oblivious to what had just happened.

He never did understand what that was all about, he could only guess and thought it was my Mom's soul or a guardian angel or some such thing.

CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :chair:

Specializes in LTC,Hospice/palliative care,acute care.
I started wondering about those blonde children and what they might be there for. More on this later...............:chair
:nono: You are totally skeeving me out!-I've got goosebumps....I'm askeert....

Wonder about the little blond children.............

Thanks for sharing your stories!

I read these posts a million times and hadn't ever really had anything concrete happen to me until last night.

I'm a float nurse in a little hospital, and lately have been spending my evenings on our Geri-Psych Unit. It was once a long term care unit, as well as a pediatric unit. (Little kid ghosts scare the bejeezies outta me!) At any rate.

I had a patient that was feeling wheezy down the hall, so I had the guy I was working with run down to the nurse's station and grab a stethescope for me. I sat in the patient's room and chatted with her until he came back. After I listened to her, i threw the steth around my neck and he and I headed down the hall. WELL. We were about five feet from the room, and I felt him smack my shoulder and knock my stethescope off my shoulders. (He and I are good friends, we joke around alot and had just been talking about how we think it's funny to be a pest like that, hey we're both young *grin*) Anyways...so I turned around and said, "WHY would you do that?" and laughed...only to realize that he hadn't come out of the room!!!!!! There was NO ONE there...just me. And the smack was hard enough that I felt it - I mean, I've had my steth fall off my shoulder before because it wasn't around there good, but I FELT something hit me....scary.

When he got back from break, he came into the nurse's station and said, "What's the chair in the middle of the hall for?" I DIDN'T PUT IT THERE! AHHH! It was sitting right in front of the locked door to get into the unit, and none of the patients had been up. (After working here for so long, you can hear the pitter-patter of Geriatric feet from a mile away...)

So, that's MY two cents of a ghost story. :chair:

Thank goodness Thursday is my last night here!

Had a pt who s son had a serious brain infection she was older and had schizophrenia in her ramblingsshe always talked about how she sold her sold to the devil so that he would heal. The night she died when we were shrouding her her body was so hot it was difficult to touch her it felt like she was on fire:angryfire we were all creeped out. But even stranger her son came to from his 'daze' in our hospital a few weeks later.

Specializes in Adult Critical Care.

More on the Blonde Children;

I continued working at the Trauma center in Texas as a Nurse Tech and the nurses had heard rumors about the Blonde children and had begun being kind of paranoid about it. It seemed like people that were dying or just plain sick were seeing children, some of them described them as blonde and some just didn't want to describe them. They just wanted them to go away. There was a young trauma patient who had a gunshot wound to the abdomen and had gone septic. He was febrile and was delusional however he shared a commonality with other patients in that he described the blonde children in his room. He told us that "the kids are so cute, whose are they'? When we asked what kids, he relplied "the cute little Blonde boy and girl right over there". He was pointing to an empty space in his room. He said their eyes were piercing him. He begged me not to leave him. I stayed with him for awhile talking about things that didn't make any sense but it seemed to comfort him just having someone with him. I began thinking of the movie Children Of The Corn. He said he had never seen the movie. He had to be transferred to ICU that night and died a few days later. Nurses started refusing to take patients in report that were knowingly seeing children. Everybody was creeped out. Anyway....thats all I have on the blonde children. I left Texas and came to Orlando and I suppose the children stayed behind. Cheers.

Julie

Not a nurse yet, but have had experiences like this. My grandma took care of me when I was little, and we were very close. I was getting oral surgery a couple of years ago, and prayed to her each night that she would protect me because I was scared. Went to the surgeon, he gave me general anesthesia, woke up fine no problems. Was laying in the recovery room and I felt the distinct presense of my grandma for about 30 seconds. I told my Dad who was looking after me and he freaked a bit and said it was the drugs wearing off. I knew in my gut it was grandma.

I used to rent a room in an old brownstone in Philly. When I first moved in, I woke up in the middle of the night and saw a man standing at the edge of the bed, staring at the wall next to my fireplace. I blinked a few times and he was still there. (I'm not a groggy sleeper, I'm 100% functional at a moments notice). He was about 5'5", wearing a striped 3 piece flannel material suit. Had red hair and glasses. He looked so solid I swear a shoe would bounce off him if I tossed it. He never looked at me. I stared for what seemed like forever then I got scared and asked him to leave. I'm very open to the spirit world, but I guess my human side got a little scared by that! He never came back to visit.

Another strange occurence happened when I was doing Reiki work with a friend. When I was directing healing in her abdomen area I felt a huge rush of air, like being in a wind tunnel. It was so strong that I made a mental note to ask her after. We finished the session and I asked her if she was having any particular health issues. She told me that she had miscarried a few weeks prior. I shared with her what I felt, and that I felt huge healing happening in that area of her body. So occurences like these just affirm to me that there's a whole world of mystery going on out there right beyond our noses. I have a lot of reiki stories like that..but don't want to ramble on.

On another note I am interested in working in hospice possibly when I graduate. I'm sure I will encounter some of the stories you all have described, but hope I am just there to provide comfort to those passing. I personally am not afraid of the life/death transition, but I commend nurses that are there for their patients that are fearful, and I hope to be one of those nurses someday!

I finally read through the entire thread and would like to post my story if that's ok, I'm not a nurse yet but working on it.

I was very close to my Grandfather and lived with him on and off throughout most of my life. We received a call that he fell at home and the ambulance was called. Family arrived shortly thereafter at the hospital and everything seemed to be going okay. The next day, my Grandfather was having withdrawals - he was a heavy drinker since my Grandmother passed away 13 years prior. Later that night, the hospital staff called some relatives to see if someone could stay at the hospital that night because he was so unruly. I didn't live that far from the hospital so I volunteered to stay with him overnight. When I arrived, he was fighting with the nurses and talking about getting a drink. I calmed him and stayed with him but throughout the night he occassionally woke up and after seeing me there, went back to sleep.

The next day, another relative decided to stay with him but left after he was talking about being scared of dying. The family wasn't notified that he was left in the hospital by himself that night.... We were informed at 2 am he was having a heart attack and that it was very serious. I don't know all the details - I was just waiting for him to make it through.

By that afternoon, he was on life support and passed away while I was at the airport picking up another relative. I knew that he was gone but very upset by it and was crying hysterically in front of the hospital entrance. A woman (angel?) comforted me for awhile and when some family members came out to get me, she left.

A few days later, we were scheduling the funeral and what music to play. My Grandfather loved Neil Diamond so we decided to play that - it was a four disc set and handed it over to the funeral director.

The funeral was to end at 8 pm and the last song played was his favorite Neil Diamond song! Everyone just kind of looked at one another and knew my Grandpa was there!

I have another story to post regarding my visit by him...

I am going to have to send this thread to my mother.....Career RN...I know she will have an addition

I can handle just about everything except the patient that coded while floating 2 inches over the bed. For that I would go get the charge nurse and walk out.

LOL

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