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I hope he finds what he’s looking for though. Tonight I’m gonna provoke it so it can show itself.” 3 AM rolls around and all 3 of us are at the nursing station. Jay starts playing YouTube videos of various puppy sounds.
There was this one nurse, it was like the house was out to get her. When cupboards opened, knives would fall out aimed at her. Turns out this nurse was eventually fired for abusing and stealing from the residents. After that, I know of 3 older black males, in their 50’s, that, if they were even mildly sedated, would ask about the little black girl with the ribbon in her hair who was sitting at the foot of their beds.
#5. Liquid body
I finished my shift and left the light on. I left a note with the desk that one of the surgeons had asked me to always leave that light on just in case they had an emergency come in. For the remainder of my shifts, that light had always remained on. Several nights or even that same shift we’re coding or cleaning the patient for the funeral home to pick up. Two of those four patients coded the next day. After the closing, but before they moved, Margaret died in the house.
She passed away during one of the rare times he wasn’t in the building. We called him to let him know, and he got in his car immediately to come be there when the funeral home came. I’m glad that Gigi didn’t die of exposure like the poor man in Oak Lawn, IL. Nor did she ever have sores untended so long that they developed maggots. What she also didn’t have was someone that took care of her on a consistent basis, someone that was held accountable for Gigi’s status.
Like The Dead Are Leaving The Hospital
On arrival we find one of our usual alzheimer pts that also has pmhx of diabetes. Once this pts BS reaches he becomes quite combative. The pt is a frail 83yo male that can't tear a wet paper bag, but will try to fight like his life depends on it. 3 am call for patient who is “potentially dehydrated”. Arrive to find patient happy as a clam, save for being awake at 3 am. Ask patient what’s going on, they reply “well, they say I’m sick.
Knowing Gigi, she had probably dabbed a bit of both behind her ears. She was reading a book to me; a book she was holding with her thin, almost translucent hands. Unfortunately nursing home neglect and injuries are more common than we think.
An Unexplained Black Shape
Those hands, covered with dark spots the size of quarters, whose edges almost overlapped until there was more dark than light in places. Those hands, with rivers of dark blue running in relief, like a 3D map of her life. Those hands that could no longer stay still.
I poked my head around the corner expecting to see my only coworker on duty that night, but there was absolutely no one there. I shrugged it off, I’m not easily spooked. Nights are slow, so I ate some snacks and hung out in the break room for a bit. I walked into the hallway and a bed is rolling down the hall bumping into the sides. At this point I think that my coworker is bullshitting me.
The Worst Nursing Home Horror Stories
A lot of the old section of the hospital has been out of use for years but late at night interns would navigate these closed wards and corridors for shortcuts when under pressure. “One of my more creepy experiences was when I had a lady in my hall that was actively dying. I found that a lot of time when the dementia folks are in the process of actively dying, they babble. It’s weird at first but you get used to it. This lady didn’t babble, she was completely silent and still and it creeped me the fuck out. Other than that, I went along with my usual system of checking on her every half hour to make sure she was clean and somewhat comfortable.
I got the fuck out of there and transferred soon after that. The creepy thing to add to it is that I usually whistle mindlessly to myself at work, it was almost as if the spirit was mimicking me. Apparently the ghost has even been seen down in the ER, ducking in and out of patient rooms and peeking around curtains. My wife worked up on the 7th floor and she said that one time on nights a whole row of patient rooms started yelling about a little girl that was running around in the rooms. “Fresh intern in a massive university hospital. As with a lot of hospitals in the UK half of it is space-aged while the other half hasn’t had a lick of paint since the 70s.
My unit was shaped like a plus sign (+), with the nurse station at the center. One of the wings was blocked off by double doors because it had been redone as a GI clinic where you would go to get a colonoscopy done and such. On that same med/surg unit on night shift, we heard a loud knocking coming from those double doors as if someone were locked out and trying to get to the nurse’s station. One of my coworkers walked over and saw nobody on the other side of that door, all the lights were turned off. It kept happening, BANG BANG BANG. We even called the security guard up to investigate because we were so spooked, but there was nobody there. She would see the apparition either right after rounding the corner or right after walking out of a room and walking to the next.
A coworker was cleaning an entire floor utterly solo and bounced between rooms because the cleaning solution stays wet for a few min. Upon returning to a freshly wiped bed, hand prints were clearly visible. The other thing they will see is a little boy who will go into their rooms and try to wake them up. The boy is usually loud and runs around their rooms.
One night a nurse went to rest a bit but forgot to lock the door. The security guards then arrived, during their rounds to check, opened the door to see the nurse sleeping, and a homeless dude sleeping on the floor next to her. They managed to get the guy out without waking the nurse, but told her afterwards. They eventually locked those elevators with a code during the night. These places are so short staffed it’s frikin criminal.
She did the wave and point to the patients room and continued on with …whatever she was doing at the med cart. I mean we’ve all walked in on the occasional dead patient with rigor who staff swears was talking when they called fifteen minutes ago. I never thought I’d see staff chilling in their skivvies.
GHOST HEAD DRIFTING DOWN THE WARD
Mrs. G was the first patient to die in that unit. She was well liked by all the staff and my feeling was that she was watching over us. The day shift came in, and I told them my story. Another night a nurse who has worked in the unit a few years saw someone sitting in a chair behind the door in Bed 3 with their legs crossed. She wondered since we have limited visiting hours how a family member got in the room. She went in the room and no one was there.
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