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...

This occurred when I was approximatelly 3 or 4 months pregnant. I had a dream that I was sitting in a rocking chair nursing my infant. The room was warm and encapsulated by a soft summer days light. This dream was so vivid, I can remember every detail to this day. Anyways, as I look down to gaze upon my little one, he pulled away from nursing and looked up into my eyes w/ a beautiful smile upon his face. He had reddish fine, curly hair, fair complexion, and a small gap between his two upper front teeth.

Well, what do you know, my son to me appears just as I dreamt about him now. He looks now just as he did in my dream. The bizarre thing is that I was clueless in regards to the bonding that occurs w/ breast-feeding and how babies will all of the sudden look @ you as if saying "Hi, Thank-You for feeding me, I love you." You mothers out there who have experienced this can attest to this. A new thread could probably be started on dreams here, but I thought this was appropriate to share. Thanks for all the wonderful stories, I have a couple of my own that I'll share another time. :)

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The link is to the Near Death Experience Research Foundation's website, which lists accounts of near death and out of body experiences. While not ghost stories, the accounts lend even more weight to the concept of a soul, spirit or energy, that persists after bodily functions cease. I find these accounts very comforting and reassuring, that the essence of who we are continues to learn and grow. :)

lvn2be said:
I can't stay away from this thread...I woke up from a dream last night and couldn't get back to sleep because I kept thinking of all of these ghosts!!

kris

This made me chuckle. :p

Keep up the good stories, folks.

kurtzmobile said:
This occurred when I was approximatelly 3 or 4 months pregnant. I had a dream that I was sitting in a rocking chair nursing my infant. The room was warm and encapsulated by a soft summer days light. This dream was so vivid, I can remember every detail to this day. Anyways, as I look down to gaze upon my little one, he pulled away from nursing and looked up into my eyes w/ a beautiful smile upon his face. He had reddish fine, curly hair, fair complexion, and a small gap between his two upper front teeth.

Well, what do you know, my son to me appears just as I dreamt about him now. He looks now just as he did in my dream. The bizarre thing is that I was clueless in regards to the bonding that occurs w/ breast-feeding and how babies will all of the sudden look @ you as if saying "Hi, Thank-You for feeding me, I love you." You mothers out there who have experienced this can attest to this. A new thread could probably be started on dreams here, but I thought this was appropriate to share. Thanks for all the wonderful stories, I have a couple of my own that I'll share another time. ?

That's a beautiful story.

lvn2be said:
I can't stay away from this thread...I woke up from a dream last night and couldn't get back to sleep because I kept thinking of all of these ghosts!!

kris

Same here----I get so scared I can't get to sleep---I keep hearing "noises--" but I come right back to the computer and start reading again.....

I've never seen any ghosts, or spirits, but I've had some uneasy feelings in 3 separate, old places-----one was the old Naval Hospital in Newport, Rhode Island; one was the nursing home wing of Long Beach V.A. Hospital, and one was the cadaver lab in one of the old, (vintage WWII) buildings at Oak Knoll Naval Hospital.

We used to have our classes in the classrooms adjacent to the cadaver lab, and we had to go up there at night to study. I always, always felt as if I was being "watched" when I was there alone. It wasn't a peaceful feeling, either--it was really, really creepy. Part of our duties in those days ('70s) was sprinkling those cadavers down with formalin once a week. I always half expected to look up one night and see one of them walking zombie like down the hall toward me, like the zombies in "Night of the Living Dead." There were only 2 girls and 5 guys in our class, and I always tried to get one of the guys to study with me at night--they felt the same sense of creepiness, but somehow it just felt safer with one there.

One last kind of creepy thing---my mom and I weren't particularly close, but I don't think we had any "issues." She died of anoxic encephalopathy after being comatose for several days after having an M.I. when she was just 47. I have had, since she died in 1981, scary, scary dreams about her---in the dreams, she is a zombie, coming at me with long, ugly fingernails, and she has fangs.

Now, when I was about 9 or 10, I remember my mom telling me to clean the bathroom (my Saturday chore) one Saturday morning, and I was arguing with her that I wanted to go play with my friends. She called me an "ingrate." I told her there was no such word. Next thing I know, she had grabbed me from behind by my ponytail, spun me around, and, as she did it, raked her long, pointed fingernails (fashionable in the early '60s) across my face. I think it was purely an accident; she just wanted to spin me around and show me the word "ingrate" in the dictionary. LOL, I had 5 bloody fingernail scratches on my face for days--but, in those days, that wasn't unusual. I can remember kids coming to school with a palm print across their faces after being slapped for "smarting off" to THEIR moms.

My husband tells me I must obviously have unresolved "issues" with my mom, but I really don't---in fact, that incident never bothered me. My mom had a horrific childhood (her earliest memory was coming home from kindergarten and finding HER mom dead; kneeling on the floor; head in a gas oven, a la Sylvia Plath) and she and her brother and sisters were all sent to different orphanages because their father was a long distance trucker and apparently couldn't or didn't want to take care of them anymore. So, I just figured she had her own inner demons----she was never intentionally abusive to any of us, and no one ever would have considered that "child abuse" in the '60s, anyway--in fact, I figured it served me right for "smarting off" to her.

Whoah, now I really AM scared to go to bed!

I just love these stories. Keep them coming.

I, too, believe in an afterlife, but don't know what.

OK, I've been putting off posting this one because I thought someone would laugh at me, but here goes.

I was living by myself in Greenville, NC while I was a student at ECU (this was around 1994). I was sitting on the couch watching TV and thinking about what a horrible week I had had. I had recently broken up with a physically abusive ex-fiance and was going through all the problems that brings. I actually had hit a pretty low point and felt as though the only friend I had in the world was my ferret, Tigger.

Well, I was slunked down on the couch, feeling completely alone, when suddenly I had this feeling I WASN'T alone. At the end of the couch was a recliner and I suddenly was convinced SOMEONE was sitting in the recliner. I sat up on the couch (as you can imagine), and stared at the chair, scared to death. About that time, Tigger ambled out of the bedroom and STOPPED in the middle of the floor. She was staring right at the recliner and would not go any further. In fact, she backed up a couple of steps.

That did it. Very calmly I said out loud that whoever was in the chair was really scaring us and we'd like to not be scared. (I know - WHAT does that mean?) Suddenly I heard myself say, "Grandpa? Is that you?" I wasn't scared anymore, and Tigger actually took a step towards the chair. "I'm OK, Grandpa - I'll be OK," I said, not really aware that I'd intended to say anything. (My grandfather died in 1992.) Tigger walked AROUND the chair, about two feet from it, and did not take her eyes off of it as she walked. No kidding. Just a couple of seconds later I felt alone again - well, alone except for the ferret, who literally gave the chair a wide berth for the rest of the evening. She wouldn't go near the thing.

I have no doubt that animals can see and hear things we can't. I've always believed that.

Since my dad passed away in April, sometimes when I'm alone in the house watching TV I feel like there's someone standing behind me (our couch sits between two entryways into the living room and one goes into the kitchen). Daddy used to lean in the entryway and keep an eye on the TV while he was waiting for my microwave to heat his water for coffee (he drank that instant crap!). And sometimes at Mama's house I'll smell a new pack of cigarettes - you know, that smell when the wrapper first comes off? Daddy smoked for years, although he kicked his two pack a day habit ages ago. (He used to sneak one now and again in the bathroom like a kid, and spray the place with Glade. It was both sad and hilarious.) Mama has never smoked a day in her life.

That's my creepy stuff - so far. Rather tame next to all these great tales!

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I'm bumping this thread back to the top. I don't have anything to add, but I'm loving this! Keep the stories coming! Please!

Here's another related link about near death experiences. This one includes articles by some of the leading near death researchers, including Melvin Morse, Dr. Ray Moody and the late Elizabeth Kubler-Ross, as well as links to accounts by near death experiencers:

http://www.near-death.com

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I've shared this story on another thread but I believe my daughter gets visited by her great-grandmother. She used to tell us stories about her Nana all of the time which is funny because Nana died two days after my daughter was born. Before she died though, she used to tell me to hurry up and give her a baby girl. She was so excited about having a great granddaughter.

The most alarming story began when my daughter was 2.5 years old. She came to me and told me that her Nana was taking care of her little brother and that he would be coming to live with us soon. I laughed her off because my husband and I were taking every precaution, outside of abstinence, to avoid a pregnancy. I always knew within the first three weeks if I were expecting and there were no symptoms. Anyhow, after a couple of months I started feeling weird. I went to the doctor for a checkup and he decided to do a pregnancy test. The test came back negative. I started taking vitamins and trying to get some extra sleep because I was really dragging. I kept feeling this way for about another month, and I missed my period, so I went back to the doctor. Another pregnancy test, another negative result. We chalked it up to the financial stress we were under. He gave me some medication to bring my period on. After about two weeks the period didn't come but I kept remembering my daughter telling me about her little brother. Even if the tests had come back positive, my husband and I figured we would terminate the pregnancy because we were in no position to care for another child. I actually called some clinics to get information about the procedure because I've never had one and wanted to be informed. After finishing the medication, I went back to the doctor. He gave me another pregnancy test, this one came back positive. I was immediately scheduled for an ultrasound to make sure everything was ok. I found out I was 4.5 months pregnant. Too far along for me to feel ok about terminating. I also found out the baby was a boy. I was floored. Nana told my daughter that she had my baby boy, waiting for him to come home. She still tells us stories about her Nana but she seems to be more uncomfortable now that she is 9 years old.

Amazing story....Lovely though. Alexillytom, how is your baby boy? Just curious.....

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I believe this must come too late. Provably not important by itself, but necessary to hold on my connection to allnurses.com, so I give you this.

I've been working in two huge hospitals, three clinics, and an ambulance system as paramedic as well. I heard ghost-stories everywhere. Anyway I guess the most relevant are the latest ones. We have a ghost on our third flour called "the blond of the third" she used to dress herself as a nurse and perform nursing duties.

The most relevant aspect of "the blond" is that no nurse or doctor has ever seen her but our patients. Generally, they use to say something like: "The blond nurse has told me..." or "few minutes ago a blond nurse gave me my medication".

Some related that she has no legs, I mean; she floats on the air and so on.

I don't know what you would think about it.

Anyone of us did pay much attention to it. No one got in panic. Just heard the repeated stories from our patients one and another time without adding much anxiety.

These things might happen, specially where people die every day. It means nothing anyway. Just a tale to tell. Nothing will change our reality, our daily affairs. Our miseries.

We joke about it but don't pay to that much credit. We're nurses, busy and tired to give such things much energy.

vemiliob said:
I believe this must come too late. Provably not important by itself, but necessary to hold on my connection to allnurses.com, so I give you this.

I've been working in two huge hospitals, three clinics, and an ambulance system as paramedic as well. I heard ghost-stories everywhere. Anyway I guess the most relevant are the latest ones. We have a ghost on our third flour called "the blond of the third" she used to dress herself as a nurse and perform nursing duties.

The most relevant aspect of "the blond" is that no nurse or doctor has ever seen her but our patients. Generally, they use to say something like: "The blond nurse has told me..." or "few minutes ago a blond nurse gave me my medication".

Some related that she has no legs, I mean; she floats on the air and so on.

I don't know what you would think about it.

Anyone of us did pay much attention to it. No one got in panic. Just heard the repeated stories from our patients one and another time without adding much anxiety.

These things might happen, specially where people die every day. It means nothing anyway. Just a tale to tell. Nothing will change our reality, our daily affairs. Our miseries.

We joke about it but don't pay to that much credit. We're nurses, busy and tired to give such things much energy.

Why do you not share some of your other stories buenos aires curious as to what you heard or saw. thanks for sharing .........sounds like that blond nurse does her rounds ............lol

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