I had a shivery incident happen to me the other week… We lost a resident that night (she was on hospice, it was expected) and as I went back down the hall that my office is on, I heard sobbing. I started opening resident doors but could not find the source, everyone was sleeping (it was about 4am). The last door I opened was one in which noone was assigned, and the room was empty. It didn’t seem as if the sobbing was coming from in there, but when I opened the door the sobbing sort of hiccupped and stopped. Noone was in the empty room, and I couldn’t find out where the sobbing was coming from… it hasn’t happened again though. The scariest part is that I mentioned it to a CNA who has been here for years and she said that she had the same thing happen to her twice, both times when we have had a resident die. I guess a spirit hangs around here and mourns when a resident passes away…
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I too worked in a CCU in the midwest. The first time I met our ghost was actually when I had just started on the IMCU when one night the ICCU transfered a patient to me. Shortly after his arrival he beagn talking about “the man” the”man in the long black robe” who had followed him from ICCU and that he “wasn’t going to get me” So, I decided to find out on just why they had moved him so rapidly to the floor….Well the story goes whoever sees the man in the “Long Black Robe” dies. Apparently he decided to follow my patient to IMCU and the patinet was not going to let him get him! He refused to stay in his room so I finally gave up….2 doors down we had an unexpected Cardiac Arrest on a young patient who died….We came out out from the Code and low and behold My patient had gone to bed. I was shocked so I actually woke him up and I asked why he had finally gone to bed and he said……”It’s Okay now. He’s gone” Well, Many years later and many “sightings” I was caring for an elderly lady when she suddenly said “that patient over there must be very ill I will pray for them.” I was suprised as the patient was a 52yo “stable plasty” so I asked her what made her say that. She replied that “that priest in the long black robe has been ther all day so I thought they were dying so I’ll pray for them too.” The patient coded and died by the end of that shift!
This reminds me of a so-called ‘real life spooky story’ I read in a pre-teen magazine when I was 11ish. The girl said her best mate used to have an imaginary friend when she was little, who’d tell her to jump out of the window or lay down in the road etc, and her mum would just manage to stop her doing these crazy things. She called the friend ‘Bee-Bub’.
Eventually she grew out of it as you do, until one day in R.E. class they were taught about the devil being known as ‘Beezlebub’ and this girl screamed, ran out of the class and was found crying somewhere saying that was what her imaginary friend had been called, she just hadn’t been able to pronounce his name.
Could be a load of rubbish, but the thought of it still sends shivers up my spine.
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One night I was babysitting a 2 y/o girl who was adopted from Russia. We were playing on her living room floor when she abruptly looked away from me, up and to her right. She stared into space for a few seconds and then smiled and said, “hi.” Thinking she was just being a kid, I said, “hi,” back to her, but she just looked back at me like, wtf? (clearly not talking to me) and then looked back to her right/up. She stared for another few seconds, and then looked back at me again, pointed to where she had been staring and said, “blood.”
When I was little I had an imaginary friend like that (I don’t remember this; this is what my parents tell me). I would stare up like that and talk to someone who wasn’t there. My parents thought it was real cute and all until one day I cam up to my mom and told her ‘I am a man, and I’m going to kill you.’ She said, ‘wat’ and I repeated it. She asked me who told me that. I said my imaginary friend did. She told me to tell my imaginary friend to go away and never come back. Apparently I did.
I was 2~3 at the time.
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!