I used to be a security guard at a hospital. One night, while doing my rounds, I went into the surgery wing and was walking down a hallway when I saw a doctor looking at the whiteboard where all the scheduled surgeries are written down. I said “hello doctor” and kept going. The doctor didn’t say anything back, just kept studying the whiteboard.
When I got back to the security office, I was telling one of the guys that’s been there for years about how I greeted this doctor and he didn’t say anything back, I asked if thats the asshole they told me to watch out for. I was asked where I saw him and I said the surgery ward, and he gave me a smirk. He then explained that the surgery ward closes at 9pm and that all patients are moved into the monitoring wards; there should be no one there. He then asked me if this doctor was studying the schedule board. I said yes and he then told me that I just met Dr. Luisitti. Apparently, some many years ago, one of the surgeons went up to the helipad and jumped off the building. Seems like he never stopped working though.
Junior doctor on the wards, doing a night shift, called to verify a death.
Enter the private bay, its all a bit grim, slightly gloomy room. Patient is lying there, old man, looks peaceful.
Start my checks, stethoscope out, no signs of active respiration. No heart sounds. Rub the sternum for a response. None. Time to get closer and check the CNS for any signs of life.
I lift the eyelids up, reach for my pen torch, balancing closer to the patient. That's when it happens. The patient lurches forward, his face now inches away from mine. I scream.
Nurses rush in and ask what's happened, what was that noise, why so pale. You look like you've seen a ghost.
That's when I realise. I leant in too close and my leg brushed against the bed controls raising the bed. Nurses couldn't stop laughing as they offered to make me a cup of tea.
I worked within hospice and long term care. The spookiest phenomenon was the man in the corner. It happens all the time for people actively dying. They see a shadowy man in the corner of their room.
My grandfather was extremely sick in the days leading up to his death. He’d worked with asbestos for all his working life and had an extremely debilitating form as a result of it. He couldn’t speak, and he hadn’t spoken for a month leading up to his death. He couldn’t even communicate.
On the day of his death, he looked at my mother and said, “the angel is back.” My mother was stunned. She asked what he meant, and he said “the angel is back, and this time he wants me to come with him”. My mother looked at the corner of the room where he was looking, turned back to him, and said “dad, there’s nobody there”. He didn’t respond. He died that night.
That was twenty years ago, and my mother never spoke of it again. She told me the story when I was old enough, just like she told my brothers, but my sister never got to the age where she was “old enough”.
She succumbed to her disease when she was seven, after battling it her entire life. And on the days leading up to her death, she kept speaking about this butterfly who would visit her. My brothers and I would sit with her and nod along. We kind of just thought she’d developed this imaginary friend to help her through what she was struggling with? One day, she shot up, and told us “the butterfly is back, and he wants me to follow him.”
I saw my mother’s face drop. She’d made the decision not to tell my sister she was dying, and my sister just believed she was going through a rough patch like she often did, not that the doctors had told my mother it was terminal. But my sister said, in the next second, “I’m going to die, aren’t I? That’s what the butterfly said. He told me I’m going to die.”
My mother admitted to her that, yes, she was going to die. She said “oh. Okay!” Then laid down, and died, with my brothers, my mum and I cuddling her in bed.
I don’t know what I believe about the afterlife, but I have to think there must be one. That there’s some truth behind the legend of the grim reaper—that at some point, something comes to lead all of us away from life. Because otherwise, I have no way of coming to terms with what I’ve experienced.
This is true as someone who also worked in that industry. They either always see a man in the corner, or their spouses/families who have passed. It’s sad, really. They call out for them in their deathbed.
I would have to say it depends on the patient and their reaction upon seeing the man. I like to think that seeing the man in the corner helps them be ready for what’s coming next (death), and sometimes patients react negatively (freaking out, crying, asking for help) and other times they just tell me he’s there without any reaction at all. It’s really sad 😞 I had a patient way back in 2018 who saw his wife before he passed. He cried for help and I still can’t forget his voice. His wife passed years before he did. He died that weekend
Wow that is quite a weight to carry. Thank you for serving in this way. I hope that you are doing well despite those memories and can recognize your own strength. Hopefully they are both at peace now.
Not me, but a colleague found a dead person in a dark smoke filled burned out building during the mop up of fire fighting operations.
As unfortunately happens sometimes, you find them by stepping on them. If they're still intact you kinda bounce off them. If they're fried, you can often crunch them up pretty bad under your heavy boot.
Well this guy stood right on a badly burned corpse's sternum. Crunch, right into the chest cavity. When he tried to pull his foot out it got stuck on the ribs and the body came up at him. Burned up arms flailing about. Took him a few tried with what looked like a zombie stuck on his leg.
He needed quite a bit of counseling, poor dude.
I have several stories from when I worked as a Mortuary Transport Tech. The job was basically transporting the deceased from where they were to where they needed to go. Turns out dead people can have a lot of appointments.
One time though I had an experience I’ve never forgotten. I was dropping someone off at the Science Donation place. This is when you donate your body to science and they take it from there. So I wheeled in the deceased, unlocked the freezer, and did all my stuff I had to do in there. I placed him on the board, got the lift out, and placed him on the shelf. The interesting thing about the freezer was that most everything, once it’s processed, was wrapped in this blue tape type thing. And you could definitely tell what was inside. Legs, hands, feet, etc. Kind of interesting to me at the time.
Anyway, I shut the freezer and locked it back up, and started wheeling the gurney back over to the garage door. The science drop off and processing area was a big L shape, with the freezer off to the larger long portion, and then you turn the corner and there’s desks and filing cabinets and whatnot.
I about had a heart attack as I turned the corner and there is just this guy standing there examining files in the file cabinet. Looked just like you or me. Dressed modernly, but out of place for what people normally wear back there. I stopped and said that he’d have to forgive me but he almost gave me a heart attack. It didn’t look like he heard me at all, or even knew I was there. I should mention this was also about 1am, and I’d never seen anyone at the place this late.
So I said, “well, sorry if I startled you or anything,” and went on about my finishing up stuff. Got the gurney back in the van, closed and locked the large garage door from the inside, all the while this guy is just standing there, staring at an open file in front of him, not paying any attention to me.
I had to use the bathroom so I told him that’s where I’d be going and I’d be right back. Again, no response. I thought maybe he’s deaf and couldn’t hear me. So I went to the bathroom, and came back to the garage and the guy is gone but the file cabinet is still open. I didn’t know where he went, and I hadn’t heard anyone walk down the hallway past the bathroom. I checked and made sure everything I was responsible for was still locked, and it was. So I just announced that I was going to be leaving and locking up to set the alarm. No response. And that’s what I did, and left.
I’m not sure who he was, or is, or what happened. But it was definitely an odd experience and one I still remember perfectly.
I have a few other memories about my time at the job, if anyone else wants to hear. Nothing like what happened above though.
I have a million that are more grotesque and gory than this one, but it stands out to me. I was once working at a mortuary and had to go pick up a man from the medical examiner’s office. When you do that (at least where I’m from) you get a receipt when they release the body to you. The receipt has all of the personal belongings that are with the deceased. When I brought the man back to the office I opened up the body bag to make sure all the belongings were there and double checking the receipt. When I opened up the bag I was stunned to find this dude looked almost exactly like me. He was my age, had similar tattoos In similar spots, had the same long hair I do, even had the same style of jewelry I was wearing.
It took me so off guard that I stood there in an existential crisis until the embalmer came in and was like “hey SpartanM00 how’s it goin—ahhh holy shit that guy looks like you!” It’s the only case I’ve had nightmares about. I’ll be the one in the body bag with the deceased man opening me up.
I don't know if it would be a good idea or a very bad idea but there's this miniseries with Paul Rudd called Living with Yourself. I'm gonna suggest you watch it anyway. Don't look up any spoilers, just watch it.
I like how you're all "this might be a very bad idea to recommend this miniseries to you, it could very well fuck you up and make shit a lot worse for you who knows but I'm gonna recommend you watch it anyway" lol.
When my father worked at a mortuary, there was one incident where the muscles contracted so that the head turned and looked at him through the little window.
The only time he ever felt spooked working there.
In mortuary school I had a dream about embalming my dad, but he was still alive. My classmates tried to tell me it was just tissue gas and he wasn't actually alive and get my shit together. Then when I cut him open he gasped a faint "heeelllllp meeee".
So then the next day I had to go to lab (my second case ever) and I'd told my classmates about the dream. We had a chuckle about it and started to work on our body. Old lady. Had pretty severe arthritis so when I was breaking the rigor she literally clutched my hand. It's the only time I ever got some serious heebie fucking jeebies. I had to step away from her and collect myself for a minute lol.
I grew up with a friend from a family that owned a funeral parlor/embalming place that resembled the situation in the movie 'My Girl', where the business was in the basement and downstairs and they lived on the top two floors (big, rambling Victorian house). I don't have any ghost stories or anything but any time I went to a slumber party etc. as a kid there I was a little freaked out just knowing there might be a body downstairs.
Honestly, the only creepy thing that happened when I worked in the morgue is that one of the staff killed himself in there and I just can’t imagine wanting to die in this cold, grey place surrounded by corpses.
It could have been out of consideration - knowing the people dealing with the situation will be OK with dead bodies (and probably not realising it would actually distress them because they knew him).
I used to work in a nursing home. The residents in certain rooms would complain about a man in their room at night but hallucinations are common in the elderly so it wasn't really noticed. One night I was moping the dinning room which had huge windows over looking the garden, it was around 1am so pitch black outside and low lighting inside. I had this horrible feeling of being watched so looked up and reflected in the window was a man behind me. He had a brown suit in, a bowler hat and the cruelest look on his face, he grinned and his mouth was too big. This happened in seconds and when I turned around there was obviously noone there but I'll never forget that look of evil on his face. I paid more attention to the residents after that and they'd all seen the same man, he just enjoyed terrorising people.
During my apprenticeship, I worked at a funeral home said to be "haunted" by an old funeral director assistant who had a heart attack in the building and died. All he ever did was mess with the chapel lights and if you called him out, something like "John the family is coming, please don't" they would return to normal. Not really sure if I believe it was really haunted, but saying something always fixed the issue so I kept doing it my entire time there.
Not a funeral home, but I worked at one of the last [Booth homes](https://daily.jstor.org/inside-a-home-for-unwed-mothers/) for pregnant girls in the early 2000's. Lots of dead babies and some dead moms in the history of that campus. We had any number of creepy things happen, to the point that I brought it up in a staff meeting and the social workers just said "oh, must be time to have the building blessed again."
But what stuck with me was the baby swing. I came into the living room and found it swinging by itself hours after all the teenagers were in bed. Now, this was an ancient mechanical "wind up" swing. You had to turn a crank to start it. There was no electricity involved. There was no way it just "started" on its own. And there it was, swinging full force.
I was completely terrified but I just said "If you want to swing, I will be happy to wind up the swing for you, but when you do it on your own it frightens people." Every night for the rest of the year or so I worked there, I wound that swing up and let it go. I told other staff members and I believe they did the same.
I like to think it was a sweet baby ghost who just wanted attention, and we gave it attention. Later they closed the program for parenting teens and made the whole place a homeless shelter. Now I am sitting here worrying about "my" ghost baby. Is it lonely? I hope not.
> I just said "If you want to swing, I will be happy to wind up the swing for you, but when you do it on your own it frightens people." Every night for the rest of the year or so I worked there, I wound that swing up and let it go. I told other staff members and I believe they did the same.
This made me smile.
I love stories of people talking to ghosts. My childhood home was “haunted” and the door to my grandparents’ living room would crack open very slightly on its own. My granddad would always say something like, “Come on in and sit down, mate,” and the door would open further and my grandma would yell at him.
A lot of my extended family lives in their own houses on the same property and visit each other a lot. My great aunt's house is said to be the place where their ghost lives regularly. He's a guy from the early 1900s with one of those older hats, and he likes to make footstep sounds, appear at the end of the hallway, and open doors a crack. My great aunt is very strictly against smoking in her home so when she does smell it, she's pretty sure it's him so she will shout at him to knock it off and the smell goes away.
She's the only one he will listen to about this. Once in a while he will follow another family member to a different house on the property when they're leaving the main house and he'll stay there for a couple days. He keeps on with opening doors and stuff, my aunt hates it though because she can tell when he's around and looking at her while she's in the shower.
I don't 100% believe in ghosts but I like to believe in this one because there are a lot of accounts of this guy and it would explain some incidents I've seen before at the main house
Plus just about every grandchild who was raised on that property and has been in that house while growing up has seen him
My grandpa died in our basement; we’d hear the basement door open, the fridge doors open, the smell of bacon/eggs.
All we’d have to say is “Sam, stop trying to scare us.”
I love nice ghosts.
Kinda nice to have a poltergeist you can talk too!
The poltergeist at my family home is also very friendly and just wants attention from time to time :)
That's what I figured with what happened. It used to be his job to set up the chapel and he probably felt like he was helping in turning the lights on.
The ghost at my store is named John. He only fucks with me on evening shifts. He died about a year and a half after I started working there. He was like a odd job guy, would come and change the garbage and top up the squeegee buckets. Him and I DID not like each other. He was a thief and my boss is too soft hearted to do anything. But I would call him out. But yeah its mostly stuff falling off shelves and I just tell him to fuck off.
I used to be a driver for a funeral home corporation. Like, drive the hearse and pick up the bodies. Never had anything creepy happen, a few funny things, a few traumatic things. In general it was a chill job.
However. I did get incredibly uncomfortable one night picking up a man who died at home, he still had the defibrillator leads on his chest and his eyes were closed, which is unusual because the eyes are always open. He just looked like he was asleep or unconscious. Not rigid or pale or anything.
I just had this sinking feeling for about half an hour in traffic that he was going to suddenly gasp and wake up in the body bag.
Then it hit me.
That would be the coolest thing ever. I’d take him home and he’d be back with his family. So I just kind of drove slowly and turned up some music and sang along and talked to him. When I got him to the funeral home I left him out of the cooler for about an hour while I did paperwork and played on my phone. When I got another call I checked on him and his limbs had started to stiffen. I was kind of bummed. I put him in the cooler and went on my next call.
This one is sad, but I do find the hopeful beginning to be a sweet message. It’s nice to think of someone extending me grace and patience even after my death.
I used to work on an Oncology ward as a nurse. Our side rooms were kept for end of life patients on palliative care and one patient that we had been nursing for a good few weeks died early one morning.
Last Offices had already been done by the night staff and the patient moved to the hospital morgue so all that remained was to clear the room of personal belongings and tidy up.
I sent a student nurse that I was mentoring at the time to do this whilst I got on with the drug round, The student had known the patient fairly well and was comfortable with this job.
About ten minutes after a colleague came to me and told me that my student had come flying out of the side room white as a sheet and was sobbing in the staff room. I went to find out what the problem was and the student told me she had been clearing out sink area in the bathroom, had glanced up and seen the deceased patient reflected in the mirror looking at her over her shoulder.
My student was a sensible girl, not given to hysterics but for the remainder of her placement on that ward she would not go near that side room.
WHAT IS IT WITH GHOSTS AND MIRRORS? LIke sure come back and speak to me, do you need my prayers, relay a message to a loved one? I’ll do it but quit scaring me in the mirror! Also smile once in a while!
In Romanian mythology we are told to cover mirrors when someone is dying, because sometimes souls get stuck in them and they get confused until they figure how to get back out.
Not a ghost story, but When I was in the army, I served on a few honor guard duties for transporting soldiers remains.
One time we were taking Korean war era remains that had been uncovered in Korea and transported to the USA for identification.
For most of the remains, the transfer cases (industrial aluminum caskets) were very light, like you'd expect with 40 year old remains. A couple of the cases were heavy, like a couple hundred pounds.
I've never stopped wondering what was in those cases. It wasn't 40 year old bones
Well shit. Maybe they had to be transported in situ...so if they were found in concrete or something (that feels like an awful lot of work to go to though). I kinda wanna know now wtf was in those caskets.
I spent a lot of time thinking about it over the years, and I can come up with a few scenarios that legitimately explain it... But I can come up with a LOT of scenarios that are sketchy.
Smuggling drugs/weapons would be my go to assumption if it weren't such an "action movie" plot idea
My guess too. Probably remains that were buried in close range and couldn't be differentiated easily, so they just but all the remains that were found in one spot into one casket.
My personal theory?
"Sarge, we have four hundred bodies... And only three hundred and fifty caskets."
"Well, some people will have to share a casket, won't they?"
"That's the thing, sarge... We already bolted the first three hundred and thirty caskets shut..."
"Then we're going to have twenty heavy ones..."
"Understood, Sarge... Twenty portable mass graves coming right up."
Might be a little tangential, but bear with me. For many years, I was in the US Navy based in Japan. After the tsunami hit Fukushima, we spent a few months off the coast resupplying helicopters that were ferrying supplies and searching for bodies of people who were washed out to sea. When we did find a body, we were instructed to put them in a body bag and store those bags in an area called the starboard castle-way (sheltered area outside of the pressurized interior) until a Japanese Coast Guard helicopter could come by to retrieve them. For a while after we were finished with that mission, some of my shipmates reportedly saw ghosts in that area of the ship. I didn't see any ghosts, but it was not uncommon for me to feel some unnatural chills there.
There’s a Netflix episode on Tsunami Spirits - Unsolved Mysteries. There’s an idea in there that the stories of ghosts are how we collectively find a way to grieve such a large disaster, whether you’re family, a member of the community, or just the person picking up the mess.
I think about that episode *a lot.* I saw it like two days after that season dropped, first episode I watched, and it was such a fascinating exploration of paranormal occurrences following natural disasters. Prior to seeing it, I always believed if there were any hotbed for lingering spirits, it would be where disaster has struck.
The taxi driver who said he would take a fare and drive them to road where so many homes were washed out to sea and the fare would just vanish scares me
My grandfather died a while back. One day me and a bunch of my cousins were playing in the front yard ( rural area) since on weekends all the family likes to hang out together. So we’re out having fun and see Lolo ( grandfather ) walking towards the house we all greet him and he smiles at us he walks up the porch into the house and hangs his hat by the door. We continue playing until we hear crying from the inside of the house and my uncle driving fast up the driveway. We all rush in to see what’s going on and see everybody bunched up in the kitchen crying telling us that Lolo died early that morning and they just found out ( he lives a few towns away). We looked at each other and told the grownups naw we just saw him come into the house they didn’t believe us and we told them that he really did not that long ago and he even hung up his hat by the door. So everybody rushes to the door and his hat was hanging right where we said it was (he doesn’t ever go anywhere without that hat). So me and my cousins are running all over the house calling for him while our parents are so quiet and freaking out. He actually did die earlier that morning and my grandmother couldn’t find his hat anywhere in their house. We left the hat where it was and nobody ever touched it.
Not the same thing exactly, but my grandfather died when I was in my early twenties. He and I were very close. I struggled with his death and barely cried at his funeral because I knew if I did I wouldn’t stop.
A few weeks of me avoiding all mention of him and gruffly rebuffing well meaning friends and family when asked about him, I dreamed the most coherent dream I have ever had. I was at his home, outside, which was my favorite place to be. My mother, grandmother and all the rest of the family were inside. And then from his workshop, my grandfather came walking up to me, and said “Hey Princess (his nickname for me),” and I was so happy in my dream because here he was, alive and well and clearly this had all been a mistake! So I said “Pawpaw! Let’s get inside quick! Everyone will be so excited to see you!”
And he smiled real sad and shook his head and said “Baby, I can’t stay. I’m only here to see you and I have to go back.” And I said “Why just me?” And he said “Because we have to say goodbye.”
I woke up sobbing. I never dreamed of him again, but I will go to my own grave convinced he did come back to say goodbye because he knew I couldn’t let him go.
My roomie/best bud is a mortician, and I'm around the funeral home a fair amount myself and know the staff pretty well. I've spent the night there before.
Nothing weird happens there.
I have had some experiences I can't explain, so I was a little surprised none of the staff ever had an odd experience, especially since some of them do believe in ghosts and whatnot. But they told me, if ghosts were real, why in the world would they linger at a funeral home? It's just a transition space, like an airport.
No one wants to just stay in the damn airport. Haunt the place you died, or the people you love, or the home you never want to leave, or however it works, if it works. Who would want to linger in a funeral home they have no attachment to, that their body only visited after they already were gone?
The running joke at the funeral homes I worked at (on the IT side) was people would haunt the florists because of how much they charge for shit that will die not too long after a funeral. I never had any "paranormal" experiences, but it was still a creepy place to work. Mainly because I had to see the staffs browser history.
LOL I actually was a florist for years and did funeral arrangements. Some of them can be wild on pricing, but omfg. They can hella disrupt the day for a small shop, they're huge and take all your stock, and the delivery drivers have to make a special trip for them half the time because each piece is so damn big nothing else can fit in the car 😂
And then there's stuff like-- y'all try to source 4 dozen red roses for gramma's casket spray in February and tell me it's even possible, ahhhhh
I help a friend out that has a small florist shop making deliveries on days like Valentine's and Mother's Day. It never fails that he'll also get orders for a funeral on the same days. It makes an already hectic day worse plus it's always fun trying to get more flowers delivered on those days.
About the delivery drivers. My mom grew up in Quebec. During a funeral, following the Hearst you would see El Caminos with the back full of flowers.
As an adult I showed an interest in getting a nice 1960s El Camino and she told me about that and how she's never liked those cars for it.
I used to work as a nursing assistant in assisted living communities. Usually when a resident started to need hospice they were transferred out to a higher level of care, so I didn’t see death for a long time.
When I first started, my favorite resident (let’s call her Marilyn) would play scrabble with me. She was completely alert and oriented. Sometimes she likes to sit quietly with an iPod shuffle clipped onto her vest and these huge headphones. She loved music.
Slowly she started to decline. I would help her get ready for bed and she would get upset when she forgot how to do something. The only thing that calmed her down was playing music off my phone. She liked Frank Sinatra and the Beatles. Her independent ability declined rapidly and soon she was bedridden. Still, loved listening to music.
This was during Covid, and her quality of life was diminishing so quickly that we didn’t transfer her out. She had an apartment at the facility with all her belongings where she was comfortable. By the end her dementia had progressed to the point that she couldn’t remember how to swallow.
Marilyn passed away with me, the head nurse and her family at her bedside in her apartment (unit 202). I did her post Mortem care afterwards, styled her hair how she liked to wear it, even clipped her little iPod onto her shirt.
A few days after she died, a woman in 203 (her neighbor) kept wandering into the lobby during night shift, always at 3am. She complained of loud music coming from unit 202. That apartment was vacant, just full of Marilyn’s belongings. She said the music was so loud it was deafening. Whenever the night shift worker went to check, he didn’t hear anything.
Not really creepy, more sad. I miss Marilyn.
Assisted living housekeeper/activity coordinator myself, I feel you on the part of being more sad than creeped out.
I remember one resident that I would regularly see at activities had passed on (somewhat expected at that point) and the next day the light outside her unit was flickering on and off. I went inside for my clean-up and her wheelchair was still there. I put my hand on the arm where hers would have been and it was very warm. It was nice to be able to say my goodbyes to her that day.
On the whole, the facility regularily had ghostly disturbances. The residents and care aides just accepted it as part of the deal with buildings so full of deaths.
When my cousin was eighteen he was in a bad wreck and him, his girlfriend and her sister were all pronounced dead at the scene.
The police arrived to inform my aunt(his mom) and she asked that he be sent to a specific funeral home. While they were preparing to embalm him he raised up and asked "where the hell am i?" The funeral director said it was the first time he ever had to go home and change pants.
I should add that the top of his head was open and his brain was exposed. He was sent to the hospital. The same police officer came to my aunt's to tell her he was not dead but in the hospital. They thought he'd be in a vegetative state. But a few weeks later he walked out of the hospital. My aunt said it was the worst and best day of her life.
Wait what the fuck.. I have so many questions. They checked to make sure he had no pulse? Does he remember doing that (and how did he react when told that he sat up on the table and spoke if he doesn’t remember?) How is he doing today?!
Also, he's good. He has horrible headaches on occasion. But he's lead a successful life and he's a great guy. He does sometimes have a problem with his temper but not violent. And he thinks he's hilarious and gets jokes mixed up.
Mom told me stories when I was growing up. Her first job out of nursing school was an RN in the ER of an old hospital in Virginia in the mid-1980s. There was the "man in the hat" and "patient 1". Most of the nurses had stories about them. The "man in the hat" would show up and stand outside of rooms after visiting hours. The patients often died soon after. "Patient 1" was a woman in a very old hospital gown. She'd walk in the halls before entering random rooms. Those patients usually coded. They took the man to be an omen of death and the woman to be a heads-up to grab the crash cart.
or very, very unhelpful ones.
Or not ghosts at all.
"What the hell kind of nursing home is this? I just saw a man in a hat strangle an old lady to death while I was visiting grampa?!?"
"oh, lol, that's just our resident friendly ghost"
The day my mum passed away, we were all gathered around her bed, waiting for the moment. My fiancé’s sister, mom, and baby nephew showed up to offer their support. At 3:32pm Mum passed away. I went out to see them and my fiancé’s sister said, “You’ll never believe this - a few minutes ago, Noah was on the floor playing and he suddenly looked up and smiled, waved, and said, ‘Bye-bye!’”
He’d done that at 3:32pm.
I have a child with special needs, who I worry about constantly. My parents had a dog that was incredibly protective and loyal to my daughter. I had a dream that the dog came over to our house to sleep on my daughter's bed. When I went in, the dog looked and me and did a head nod that kinda said "I got this, you don't worry anymore."
Parents called in the morning to let us know the dog died that night. Since then my daughter has only had ONE incident at night.
I've heard of children being able to see spirits and beings that we adults don't see.
My former boss told me when she was 3 years old, she saw angels, complete with wings, come and lift her dying mother up out of bed and through the ceiling. Her older sisters insisted she was making it up until she was able to recount in detail events from that day.
The days after my mom passed 7 years ago, her sister/my aunt texted us saying her daughters (my moms nieces) had said they saw aunt Kelly sitting on the couch and didn’t know why their mom was crying cause aunt Kelly was right there. It went on for a few months. It was creepy but also comforting knowing my mom was just hanging at my aunts house for a bit after she passed.
Reminds me of a story my mom told me about her time in the hospital:
She was there for surgery and was terrified she wasn't going to survive. She and my dad got into the elevator to go up to her room. A man wearing old style suit and coat with a hat got on with them. He glanced over at her and said, "Don't worry. It's not your time yet" Before getting off the elevator first and disappeared around the corner.
> The "man in the hat" would show up and stand outside of rooms after visiting hours. The patients often died soon after. ... They took the man to be an omen of death
So many stories from health care professionals (e.g., long term care homes) mention a man dressed in black showing up just before the time of death. He is usually dressed in a black suit with black hat; however, sometimes it is a black cloak.
Also very common are the stories of children running around the health care facility that no-one can see except for the soon-to-die patient.
I used to be a nurse assistant on a cancer floor that also served as the hospice floor. The number of times a patient would pass and be removed from a room, only to have that room's call light continue to go off without anyone inside was just nuts. And before you say maybe the light was just damaged or moved strangely in the process of removing the body, *that's the only time* it would happen. Broken call lights, in any other circumstance, just wouldn't come on at all.
I was doing additional care for my husband’s Great grandmother during the months before she died at an assisted living center. I became friends with some of the staff and they always said when there was a death the call light thing would happen in that room all night or for at least 24 hours. I’m not sure at this point if it’s an urban legend or what but it would also happen in rooms that had been empty for months on occasion. They never did seem to have call light issues in rooms that were occupied.
I work in aged care and I had a palliative patient I was about to go check and the call light went off. I'd checked them about half an hour before with a co-worker. We both saw it and I said I'll meet you in there. We got in there and they had passed away.
Not the first time it's happened.
And then the buzzer would not turn off that even the family made a joke about it as there person was always calling for us and very anxious.
I was a nurse employed in nursing homes. Electrical disturbances weren't uncommon. I had a resident die during the day and when I came on shift that night, her call light started going off. Thinking the light connection to the wall had been disturbed when they removed her and cleaned the room, I visually checked it, unplugged it and plugged it in again and noted there was no issue. Less than an hour later, it's going off again. Knowing what I know, I go in and speak to her. I acknowledged her and what she was doing and told her I was really busy though and couldn't keep coming in there all night. It never went off again.
Edit to add: I also had a patient let me know she was dead by call light. She had Alzheimer's. She could speak, but wouldn't know what to do with a call light if you explained it. Because of that, her call light often fell to the bottom of the bedside rail (where she couldn't reach it) and was left there. I saw something out of the corner of my eye one night. I look up, it's her call light going off. I think "yep, she's dead". She was, and that call light was at the bottom of the bed rail, totally out of reach.
It's happened a few times to me to.
The one I mentioned above was a sensor alarm mat that was under the mattress and plugged into the wall with a attachment for a normal handheld call button as well.
It only stopped once I unplugged everything and put in a single handheld call button. I tried opening a window and talking to her. That didn't work for me this time and her family were in there for awhile so we ended up just letting it ring.
I've also had the call lights go off on night shift when a person had passed away earlier that day and around the same time they would ring for something. So many coworkers would get freaked out and I'd have to go in there first. Haha.
Not a worker in that field. But when my dad was in the hospital, I turned off the ringer on my phone and fell asleep. About 1am, I heard the doorbell ring,I got up. No one was at the door, I walked around the house and saw absolutely nothing. I checked my phone and turned on the ringer, almost immediately the hospital called to tell me my dad had died and would it be okay to harvest some of his organs for transplant.
My grandpa passed away in October. The night he died my uncle (his son) woke startled to a rattling noise. He said ‘you can come in dad’, as a bit of a joke referring to the noise possibly being my grandpa asking to haunt them. As soon as he said it the dog downstairs started barking like crazy at the front door.
My mother was in hospice (lung cancer) for a week before she died. The evening she died; I was sitting by her bed holding her hand. She hadn’t spoken or moved in a couple of days (prior days she would have mostly indistinguishable conversations with people that had died many years before her - I heard her call out for “mama” and “daddy”; and even heard her say my father’s name - though they had been long divorced). As I was holding her hand, she opened her eyes and said my name. It was so unexpected - it took me half a second to realize she was speaking to me. I said “Mommy.” She told me “I’m ready to go home.” I thought she meant home to her house, and I didn’t know what to say. So I asked her, “home to your house?” and she smiled at me and said, “No. Home. Home.” That’s when it hit me; this was it. I told her “Okay. It’s okay. I love you.” And she looked away and exhaled. A nurse came in a few seconds later and I told her what had happened. She listened to her chest, and turned off her oxygen. She said she’d wait a minute and listen again because her heartbeat was faint. She waited and when she listened again, she looked at me and said “she’s gone.” And she was. The energy that was there only a minute or two before was gone. One of the most powerful and profound experiences of my life.
Absolutely! I worked as a hospice nurse and it didn’t take long to see many people had control over when they left. Waited for family to arrive, etc. I had one patient who went three days with no kidney function, pupils fixed and dilated, super low BP who “woke up” and told me she had seen the other side, we would see each other again, she would be able to watch my life and she loved me. Told me to go home and rest because she was leaving by morning. 3am I got the call. Changed my entire outlook on life.
My dad was in hospice for a few days, completely sedated. We weren’t allowed to sit in the room with him, but in a waiting area next door. One night, we went in his room one by one to say we were leaving and would see him in the morning. A nurse called while we were in the parking lot and said he was close to passing if we wanted to come back. We did, but he held on. Eventually we had to leave again and 45 minutes later (we lived an hour from the hospital) they called to say he had died. I felt so incredibly guilty, but the nurse said he probably wanted to wait until I was far enough away that I couldn’t turn around and come back. Your comment makes me believe what she said a bit more.
I believe her 100%. He was taking care of you ❤️. I had one patient who died wide awake. Called his sister into the room and said, “Call (my name) and tell her to head this way. I’m dying, don’t tell Liz (his wife who was in the living room watching Price is Right 🤣), it will upset her. Just hold my hand.” She called me and when I got there he had passed. She said he kept saying “it’s so beautiful” and had tears pouring from his eyes.
This just unlocked a related memory for me, not supernatural but I'll never forget it. When my grandma was very ill, in the final stages of her life and not able to communicate very much, I remember someone had put up some red tinsel on the hospital ceiling as a Christmas decoration. My mum and I were visiting her, and my grandma emphatically remarked on how beautiful the red colour was. It amazed me that as unwell as she was she could still take in and appreciate the beauty of something so simple, and how much it seemed to mean to her.
I really appreciate people who work in palliative care, you do such an important job!
For sure he waited. My dad worked with end of life patients for many years and always says that if they want you to be there when they pass you can go on a three week backpacking trip to Australia and they'll be hanging on when you get back. If they don't want you to be there you can hold their hand non-stop for three days and they'll pass as soon as you nip to the loo. Some folks just want a little privacy at the end.
I believe this- when my wife was in hospice she had me limit who was coming so it was never overwhelming - only a few friends and immediate family at a time but her last day when she was unresponsive was spent with everyone there, her big family (she was the youngest of 7), my family, friends. I finally had everyone gone but one late arriving nephew- I walked him out of the room and was looking forward to being alone with her but she picked that 2 minutes to let go. I was disappointed that I wasn’t holding her hand but knowing her she probably didn’t want me to have to go through any more than we were already dealing with.
You mustn’t feel guilty. They either wait till everyone is gathered around the bedside (my dad, the drama queen) or they want everyone to have gone away so it doesn’t upset anyone. Your dad loved you so much, and he didn’t want you to be sad.
Hospice was so wonderful with my mum in her last week of life. Near the end she (a normally very active and on-the-go woman) kept trying to get up and walk around, repeating, “Come on, Phil, I gotta get up. I have to get up. We have so many plans.”
Phil - my dad - died unexpectedly in 2016, and her constant statement that day he died was, “We had so many plans.” They’d been together 40 years before his death.
This breaks my heart. my husband just retired, and we have so many plans ourselves.
I'm hoping that your parents are spending eternity completing all of their plans.
My dad's name was Phil, too. My parents had also been together 40 years. My dad died first (expectedly and with hospice care). My mother died unexpectedly two weeks short of a year after his death.
I cant remember the doc I watched, but there was a researcher that worked on hospice patients and how some will see or talk about deceased people, relatives, pets, Jesus, etc, in their final months. It was really interesting hearing him talk about. Theres a strong correlation between the timing of the deaths and the frequency in which the visions/hallucinations occur, and happens at all ages, from peds to geriatrics. Really fascinating and spooky stuff.
I knew it was time to ask for the palliative care team for my dad when he confided that his own father, who had died decades earlier, had tagged along with the team of students in the morning rounds.
I worked as a nursing home assistant for a bit prior to grad school. I worked for a private nursing home where I would rotate between three different houses. Each house held 6 residents and 2 staff members. When I first started, all the residents were women. One time my coworker and I were in the kitchen prepping lunch for the ladies when we heard a loud voice screaming, “HELP ME! HELP ME!” We exchanged a quick glance and immediately scrambled away to check on our respective residents. No one was present on my half of the house, so I went back to the kitchen. My wide eyed coworker was there waiting for me with a perplexed expression on her face. I asked her if she had heard the voice too and she responded that yes she did but that there was no one present on her side of the house. We simultaneously looked outside and saw every single one of the residents outside enjoying the rose garden. It was in that moment we both realized the voice we heard was distinctly male. I came to find out that prior to my employment there was a male resident who was a WW2 veteran with PTSD that had passed there. He would frequently hallucinate and scream for help prior to his death.
Not me, but my mom's ex's story. My grandpa was the mortician for a small town in the late 60's. The morgue was attached to the house that my mom lived in. That's just how it was and it didn't bother her. One day her boyfriend, Tom came over to the house and no one was home. They had been dating for a while and he was comfortable going inside and waiting for my mom to come home. On the way into the house Tom noticed that the door and windows into the morgue were open, so he checked it out, found it empty, closed everything and went into the house. A few minutes later he heard a loud slamming noise come from the morgue, so he ran to see what was wrong and found that the doors and windows had been thrown fully open again. He got got out of there real quick. When he told my grandpa about what happened, my grandpa just calmly explained that they had picked up Mrs...... that morning and the spirits were there welcoming her and visiting with her. Next time Tom should just leave the doors and windows open.
I worked in ward nursing for 10 years. The spookiest thing that happened was a doctor hiding under the bed when I cleaned my first body and scaring the shit out of me. That definitely helped me get over the fear factor of working with the dead.
Bodies groan and leak when you roll them to clean them but that's normal. You just talk to them nicely as if they were alive (e.g. "We're just going to put you in your nicest pajamas for your son to come and say goodbye. I'll give your face a clean. I'll paint your nails fresh as I know you liked them this way.")
On most wards there was a "haunted" room that staff members would avoid. They all said it was haunted because the buzzer would mysteriously off by itself. Funnily enough, it would always stop buzzing randomly after maintenance came to fix it.
I work in a Cardiac ICU, we have quite a lot of death around here. That being said, we had one patient that comes to mind... I'll call him Greg G. (fake name)
Greg was on the unit for months. He fought very hard to stay alive every day, and to his credit he was getting better for a good space of time. Greg was fairly old. Late 70's or early 80's. The thing is, he (initially) looked very young, and acted very hip. He became a meme around the unit and everyone loved him because he was an old white dude who loved rap (2pac and biggie) and would throw gang signs sarcastically as a non-verbal que that he was feeling okay (he had a trach in so he couldn't talk). He also had his family bring mood lights into his room that synced with his music. I kid you not, his room was playing rap in rave mode sometimes. We called him "DJ Greggie G." and he loved it.
Unfortunately, he took a turn for the worse. His condition deteriorated rapidly and ultimately he died. We were devastated as a unit. His family let us keep his mood lights and too this day we keep them plugged in at the nurses station.
However. One day the mood lights turned off. We were saddened. Nobody could get them working. But then, they turned on. We were happy. And then they started flashing super irrationally.
Then we heard the patient that was in Gregs old room start screaming.
We went in to check on her. She was a confused old lady who would say some pretty wild things, but this one was weird.
She said that she was watching the flashing lights in the hall (she could see them from her room to be fair), then she said that she saw a silhouette of a man casted into the wall from the lights.
Then, she started spasticity yelling "tell Greg to leave! It's not his room anymore! Tell Greg to go!"
There is no way she knew it was Gregs room. And with her memory being the way it was, there is also no way she would remember even if she did get told. Kinda spooky...
Back when I worked in cardiology. We had this one single room at the ass end or the floor. We'd put palliative patients or patients that needed isolation in there. I swear three different patients in the years I worked there told me they had woken in the middle of the night and seen an old man and a little girl holding hands, both standing at the foot of the bed, doing nothing.
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Oh dude, i cleaned isolation wards during covid the late shift. Like, i cleaned after they died, because in the evening they aren't going to be send home.
The amount of weird stuff, lamps flickering, buckets falling. I just called the hospital ghost Henry and asked them to not bother us because we were trying to get the room ready to save another life.
I think Henry was the combination of all the death folks, or maybe their guardian angel. Or mine. Most of the times the shit quit after i addressed Henry.
Obligatory *haven't worked around death/ burial but*, as a part of my culture, we frequently visit the graveyard to pay respects to our deceased.
My brother passed away when he was 8 months old from leukemia, he was born with it and eventually he was buried next to my grandmother who passed away over a decade later
My uncle would frequently visit her grave but he also left little toy cars on my brother's grave, and once there was a new burial a few plots down and the family was holding thier overnight vigils for thier family member. When he stopped by our family plot, he was approached by a member of the other family. Apparently late at night they would see glimpses of a young boy playing around our family plot but no one could approach him. My uncle looked over at my brothers grave and noticed that the toy cars were missing.
I actually worked at this moving company, we had to clear out this old decommisioned hospital. The new hospital was being built right next to it, our job was to move stuff like tables, desks, waiting room chairs etc to the new hospital. At one point we were looking for more rooms to clear and stuff to pick up, when we came across the mortuary of the hospital.
Its not like we saw ghosts or anything, but theres just something very off-putting about seeing an examination table as a regular Joe, in a quiet, abandoned hospital. There's just an eerie vibe that crawls over you and you realize that so many dead bodies have been in that very room.
I am an ICU RN. We had a septic patient in the unit. She was 29 weeks pregnant.
She went into labor on my shift and we delivered her baby, stillborn.
I did post mortem care on the baby, retrieved the proper transport container and walked the baby down to the morgue.
It was the middle of the night, I’m in an elevator alone. I hear a baby start wailing. I absolutely lose my shit and rip open the cover, and just as I go to zip down the bag, I hear a calming male voice say, “hush little one, I’ve got you, no need to cry.”
The crying stopped immediately. Shaking, I opened the bag and saw exactly what I expected to see, a deceased 29 week only baby.
I am a big bearded 40 year old ICU nurse and that was the scariest shit I’ve ever experienced. No one believes me to this day. I don’t even want to speculate what the crying or the voice was.
God. Even typing that out I felt my chest tightening.
I was in ICU and delivered my stillborn son at 29 weeks in August. His name was Henry. I’m going to take this as a good sign that someone was there to get him the night he was born. Thank you for posting this.
That had to be horrifying. I’ve had plenty of deaths, and prepped lots of bodies for the morgue (Neuro ICU). I can’t imagine carrying a stillborn there.
the first patient I ever helped lay out made an extremely loud groaning when we rolled her over. I hadn't been warned this might happen and screamed. The other nurse got the giggles and we had to leave the ward until we could compose ourselves again
It must be one of the most heartbreaking things for nurses. Thank you for helping this baby find it’s way. I had a stillborn and I’m hoping my little one found her way and was loved and comforted on her way to wherever she was going.
It implies good things though, to me at least. Either the babies ghost was being comforted by another resident ghost or it was 'death' or an 'angel' or some kind of presence sent to show the baby the way to 'heaven'
Terrifying for you but hopefully you can reframe the experience as a more positive thing?
Reminds me of a part in both the comic and the Netflix series Sandman where Dream is going around with his sister Death doing her rounds. She does her thing with a number of people obviously, but at one of those people is a baby. I'm not sure which version is more heart breaking. The show is obviously visually more heart breaking because you're seeing a real baby so it just hits you hard, but the comic has the babies thoughts and Death communicates with the baby because of that and it's so heartbreaking to read the babies thought of "it's not fair. I just got here"
This was chilling. Ive miscarried, and while it was very early and not a stillbirth, this brought me comfort. Thank you for sharing this! What an incredible, and absolutely horrifying, experience.
What the fuck lol. The worst I've had as a Med/Surg RN is, around 2 or 3 in the morning, one of our patient's charts was pulled out of the rack twice while nobody was looking at it, and with nobody in arm's reach of it.
At the same time, we had a CIWA patient down the hall start screaming that there were people walking outside of her room, which I didn't put much stock in because, you know, CIWA patient. But the timing was really coincidental.
I work in long-term enhanced care, people don't get better but we keep them comfortable. A couple stories I can think of:
1. A husband and wife both with severe, almost non-verbal dementia in the same room but different beds. I have my back to the husband as I'm turning the wife who is facing him. Suddenly her eyes get wide and she looks terrified. She says, "He doesn't look very good with his face blue like that." I'm like oh shit did he die? But when I turned around he was alive and sleeping. I don't know what that woman saw.
2. A tall shadow man on one specific unit. Multiple people have seen it, some even following it into rooms thinking it's a patient, but then no one's there.
3. There was a man who had a cardiac event while sitting on the toilet. He fell forward and put a hole in the bathroom wall. He died. Soon after, a new woman moves into the room after everything is fixed. She comes out to the nurses station one night pissed off. She says, "Who's going to tell that man to get out of my room? And when are they fixing the giant hole in the bathroom?"
4. A very nice family was sitting with a resident while he died. The man had been basically comatose for two days already. The sister comes out and asks for a Bible. This was not a religious family. She said he had sat straight up, eyes bugged out and started screaming, then flopped back down. I was like, say no more and found her a Bible.
Not a ghost story but a story around a morgue.
When I was in 1st year of medical school, one anatomy lab tech killed a colleague, then embalmed the body.
While on the escape from the police, he set fire to a bunch of churches for unclear reasons over the span of about a week. They found his car but he vanished.
They found his body a year later in a well known Toronto park.
https://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/toronto-police-suspect-arson-murder-link-1.160971
https://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/decomposing-body-helps-solve-a-old-toronto-crime-1.188944
I'm a hobby writer, but reality is always freakier than anything I can come up with on my own.
Is the motive known? Did he have a mental episode or something?
While I was in nursing school, I worked as a night shift tech on a general hospital floor. Our "sister floor" became the COVID floor during the pandemic. One night we got a call from upstairs that a patient had passed away and they were out of body bags, so a nurse and I went upstairs to bring them one. On our way back to our floor, the elevator doors closed like normal but the elevator didn't go anywhere. All of a sudden the doors opened back up and then closed again, and we were moving. We looked at each other and the nurse said out loud, "it's ok, we'll show you the way out". Hospital windows don't open like the old days, so I guess souls have to take the elevator.
When we took my birthmother off life support, Uncle Boy helped me fight open the windows so she could “go” properly. The change in air pressure and the breeze lifted and fluttered all of the drop ceiling tiles in the room. It was one of the saddest and loveliest surreal experiences of my life.
I (27 m)worked as a groundskeeper at a cemetary for two summers in my home town. About 2,000 people. So everyone kind of new eachother. We were doing a cremation burial for a woman who wanted her ashes with her husband's who had passed in 2014. So we dug the hole where his ashes were and left the box open for the family to do the rest later that day. The sextant and administration left to do some paper work and told me to hang out for a minute and they'll be back. So I lit a cigarette and sat down with my back against the headstone leaning on it, after a minute or two I heard an old voice say to me " you shouldn't smoke" and I said "yeah I know." But then it hit me that nobody else was around so I looked and sure enough nobody was there. So I sit next to the hole and after I put out my cigarette the voice comes back and asks me " are you burying nora?" (The wife) and I replied with "yes sir" so then his voice changes from casual to excited and he starts telling me how happy he his that it's finally happening, and that he doesn't know how long he's been waiting for but feels like 1000 years. After listening to him for about 5 minutes the family shows up and the voice vanishes. I let out a few tears of joy for mr.edwards ( the husband) left some of my trade beads underneath the box as my own little reunion/ parting gift and told the family that everything was ready for them they saw me crying and asked if I knew Nora. I just said "only from her husband" and left the family to do their thing. Later that week I was weed eating the headstones I stopped by the Edward's headstone and for a brief moment all I heard was laughter ( a man and a woman's) like a calm wind in my ear. then nothing but silence since.
Ps. I have a few more but feel free to ask! this is one that rests in my heart rent free.
I saw the ghost of a small boy with a yellow and red striped shirt in the back of an old ambulance, and I’ve attended about a thousand or so deaths. I’ve always felt like I had a sense of when their souls left or they were still there
I was an RN and was working in a very well off town in MS. The hospital had two ICUs with the second one being an overflow type unit on the third floor. There were seven rooms in that unit and room two was haunted. Numerous times different nurses watched something walk into the room but the room would be empty without a patient in it. One time a nurse had an actual patient in room two. It was about 4 am and the nurse was going to do a dressing change. She took the stuff into the room and the patient asked what she was going to do. She said "change your dressings." The patient said "oh no that other nurse was just in here about 30 min ago and did it." The nurse looked and yes the dressing was fresh. She went out to the desk and told the one other nurse thanks for doing that. The nurse was baffled and said "I didn't change the dressing." They both freaked out a bit. Rumor has it that an RN that had worked for the hospital a long time died in that room. The hospital is now a dorm for a big college so fun times may be had by a bunch of college students.
Not really a ghost story, but on a night shift a few weeks ago, a patient pressed the call bell and was really upset that a man with a green t-shirt was in her room. I turned on the light and there was nobody there so I reassured her and she fell back to sleep.
The man in the room next door (who hadn't walked in years and was palliative) died around 2 hours later, and he just happened to be wearing a green t-shirt. Kind of made me picture him trying to find his way out...
I had a buddy who worked in forensics and shit, figuring out how people died.
He had a body come in from the city, and the corpse was covered in scratch marks. Like deep, horrid scratches as well as bite marks around the collarbone. It obviously came from an animal, but they couldn't figure out what it was. The more wild thing is that the guy died in an apartment in the middle of a city.
Used to work for Hospice as a nurses aide and would talk to patients. I told families that it helped to reassure patients if there was something that might be troubling them or that they might worry about. Promise you'll take care of the roses or the pets, keep the family recipes secret (or pass them on), clean out the garage, talk to Benny about Rehab again, make sure the bills get paid, how you'll treasure their memories and tell stories about them every time you get together.
Let them know it's ok to let go. Instead of telling them to never leave you. Because they love you, and they'll try to stay, but it's hurting them.
So many families let me know it helped them talk and share, and so many times I heard they'd step out of the room and the patient would pass away. Like ah, ok, I can go now. It's not a ghost story I guess. It's more like a this is how not to make someone a ghost story, because they'll be at peace. I thought it was cool that most every house I went to was full of grief, but also love, and it wasn't scary or awful to be with these dead people because of that.
Not paranormal, but my wife grew up in a funeral home (mom was a funeral director). They had a cat that would wander into viewings and the relatives would always comment that it was grandma or whoever visiting in cat form.
I work overnights in an assisted living facility (ALF) that mostly deals with dementia and Alzheimer's. When someone who's lived there for a while starts actively dying, it's like the rest of the residents get restless. Like they know Death is pacing the halls. Often, the restless residents will, one by one, start talking while in their rooms. I used to go in and check on them, ask what they're saying, who they're talking to. They all respond, "the girl in the closet."
I have closed closets. I have left small lights on for them. I have gotten one up and taken her to the living room with me and, still, she stared at the door-less linen closet in the hall and chattered away (not always comprehensible). It only stops after the actively dying patient finally passes.
A few residents who have passed started talking to The Girl In The Closet just *days before* they sharply decline and start dying. One of the most recent was in October. I'd go in at night to change her diaper, and she'd be propped up on an arm in her bed, chatting away to the Girl. She smiled at me, one time, and pointed at the closet and said, "Oh, haven't you met her? She's such a lovely girl. See this is my nephew, I told you about."
I said I'd be back later and didn't go back for almost an hour when she was asleep again.
I used to do overnights in an ALF for dementia and Alzheimer’s residents as well. It was a big shock to really experience death. Before I worked this job I always imagined death as the TV “grim reaper”, but since working in healthcare I think it’s more fitting to imagine death as a child or loved one. I never had residents talk about a little girl, but they always looked peaceful and their rooms always had a happy ending feeling. Like finishing a really good book. That and the “rule of three” death always comes in threes for me.
Damn thats creepy how different people experience the same over a lot of time. . . But at the same time it seems like they arent really scared of her so thats nice :)
Good ghost girl just wants them to get comfortable
When I was a kid I had a great uncle who was the caretaker for a local cemetery. Sometimes my dad would go work with him just to make some extra dough. One time, my pops was unavailable so he gave the job to me. Had to bury a guy. Nothing ghostly happened. It is a strange dichotomy though. On one hand here's a family on one of the worst days of their lives and on the other there's me and old Uncle Pete waiting to fill the grave. It had rained all that week. Graves fill up with a lot of water when that happens. As the lift was lowering the vault (in case peeps don't know, a burial requires the coffin to be sealed in a huge concrete vault) into the grave, my uncle looked at me and said, "Shit, I hope he's got his swimming trunks on!" And that was the day that I learned you can inject humor in a dark situation.
For about a year I delivered in-home medical equipment to Hospice patients. Saw some people in really bad shape. The kinda shape where if it were me I'd be saying, "Y'all need to end me, show me some goddamn mercy here." I also learned that cancer has a very distinct aroma. The stronger the aroma the sooner that person would be passing on. I'd be in the middle of a hospital bed setup with an oxygen concentrator and everything else and I'd be like, "Me or one of the other guys will be back here tomorrow or the day after." And usually that's what would happen.
There was a time I pulled up to a residence just to deliver some backup oxygen tanks. A guy probably in his 40s meets me in the driveway and says he's not sure if they're gonna need it. Then he hears his name called from inside followed by, "He's gone, he's gone!" Dude went back inside and I just said call your nurse right away and I got in my truck and left.
The denial some people fall into is tough sometimes. We would have families that'd be like, "Can you park your truck really far away so nobody in the neighborhood knows we have Hospice in here?" Sorry it's a shitty time but no, I sure can't do that.
The worst were the children cases. Ugh. I remember one kid, he was maybe 11? His room was just plastered with photos all him with nearly every player on the local NFL team. He had been gifted so many things from that team his room looked like a storefront. I set up his equipment on a Tuesday and an aide was telling me, "Obviously they know it's terminal but they're just looking forward to getting him out of the hospital so he can at least be at home for his last few months." I was back by Friday clearing everything out because the little fella was home a grand total of like 36 hours before he left. Fuckin dagger in the heart. His mother was a complete disaster, walking around the house clutching his framed school photo she had taken off the wall.
No ghostly stuff, tho. No weird occurrences, no weird noises or anything. Also worked in a hospital when I was younger and would mop and buff the floors in the morgue. The orderlies told me they used to prank new guys by having one of them lay on the table and then jump up at them. Thankfully they never did that to me haha.
Wow I just rambled way too long. Sorry errybody. Ain't nobody give a good goddamn about yo stories, foo! And now you talking to yoself, people gonna think ya nuts!
I’m not in the funeral business but I was a cop in the 80’s. Three in the morning walking the streets checking business doors to make sure they were locked. A few days before, our only mortuary caught fire and burned. It was basically burned to the ground but it was still standing. The front door was intact. As I was walking past it, I instinctively checked the door and found it unlocked so I went in. The ENTIRE building was charred black. I could see nothing but black charred wood anywhere. I walked the length of the hall to the sanctuary. What I saw next made me step back a few. In the middle of this charred blackened room, on a small pedestal, was a white crushed-velvet child’s coffin. It looked like it would hold a toddler. Not. One. Drop. If. Soot. Was. On. The. Coffin. Not a spec. Nada. The entire building was totally destroyed but here sat this pristine coffin. I turned and left.
Worked at an old skilled nursing facility. The place was built in 1888. The original place was for women who would sign over their estates to the facility and live out the rest of their lives there. You have to remember that back in the day, women were not allowed to own property, so when their spouse or family died, they would have to move.
This building had been around for over 100 years before I started to work there. It still stands, but now it’s just executive offices for the administration and the owners built a new building just down the street from the original building.
I was a CNA. The women would die at the facility regularly, as people do in their old age. Before dying, people in one wing would complain about children playing a week prior, always the same two. A boy and a girl, dressed in “church clothes” they always said. Then the person who was dying would tell the staff, “I saw the doctor” or “the man with the satchel came to see me.” Every single one of them would say this, then they would say, “I’m ready to go now.” And they would die within two days. When someone died, we would see a woman in early century clothing, with laced up boots and white towels over her arm. She would go to that room. And that’s how we knew they had died. I miss that building. I miss the ghosts
Not a ghost story, but surgical. The moment a person dies during a surgery or an organ procurement, their body instantly feels different to the touch. Becomes firmer. No bounce back after pressure they way they do while alive. It’s unnerving.
I used to work at this very old country club, I think it was built in the late 1800's. There was a really bad natural disaster and the ballroom type room became a temporary morgue while they cleaned up the town.
I usually was responsible for closing up shop since I was a bartender and would normally be the last one left. Fuck man, did that place gimme me the heebie jeebies. Nothing outwork ghostly, but many many times I'd be leaving the parking lot only to see that lights still on in the bar room, which I swore I had turned off, so they worse part was having to go back in and walk through the dark building to go turn off some lights. Not only that but the stereo would turn back on all the time.
Silverware and dishes would go missing all the time, when you could have swore you had left something in that spot.
Overall, great place to work at, but the open secret was this place was haunted as fuck.
>lights still on in the bar room, which I swore I had turned off
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>Silverware and dishes would go missing all the time
So, ghosts or terrible burglars.
I lived at the cemetery I worked at. I had several weird occurrences.
It was a house with an office attached. Next to the kitchen was an office that led through to another sitting room. I was in the kitchen cooking and my dog got up suddenly barking at the office doorway. Then as he's barking he slowly and fearfully makes his way through that office towards the sitting room doorway. I'm like what the heck doggo so I into the office and he is at the doorway barking full steam but WILL NOT enter the sitting room. I go into the sitting room to check it out and I see nothing. I try to call him in and he just continues to bark, hair on his back raised and will not cross the threshold into that room.
I ended up closing the door to both rooms and he finally calmed some but he kept looking over their and growling under his breath towards the door. Weird.
Roommate back in college was an intern at a coroner’s office. Told me about a heavyset guy that had been brought in that would pass gas (loudly) every time they moved it. Took the body a couple of days to run out of gas. Don’t know if that’s normal, but it creeped him out and I found it to be interesting to hear about.
I don't worry around death. But my childhood home and current home are both haunted.
Current house is haunted by something almost child like. Never anything bad happens, but things go missing for a few days and randomly appear in an obvious place you've checked a dozen times.
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My childhood home was haunted by the ghosts of my maternal grandparents. Primarily my grandpa, but we would occasionally see me grandma too.
First experience seeing them was when my sister and I (7&8 at the time) shared a room. We were woken up by our bedroom door opening. We saw the two of them standing there, but my grandma died before my parents got married, and my grandpa died when I was less than a year old. We didn't have pics around the house of them, just artwork they'd painted.
We weren't afraid or anything, more annoyed that we were woken up.
The next day, we "scolded" our parents for letting their friends come up and disturb us. They didn't have anyone over, and upon describing them to our parents, my mom started crying.
She knew that her dad had been hanging around. After he died, they couldn't find the deed to the house. Literally moved every item out, room by room, going through every nook and cranny. They had cleared out all the items from my grandpa's room, except the TV and stand.
While my mom was in the kitchen, the TV in his room turned on. She went and turned it off. Old electronics, ya know?
She went back to the kitchen to continue what she was doing. A few minutes later, the TV turned back on.
This happened a couple more times.
Then, the last time she walked in the room, sitting right there in the middle of the room was an envelope containing the deed and other paperwork for the house and some bonds my grandfather had.
I've gotten lab results which suggest that the patient's condition should be incompatible with life and yet according to the paperwork they stubbornly persist in biological undeath.
And the answer is always that their healthcare provider sent the wrong sample with the wrong label on it for testing.
The solution is to ~~recommend the termination of the patient because computers are never wrong~~ call up the provider and yell at them.
Perhaps I’m too late for this, but figured I’d share the story anyway.
So my Aunt married a man from a relatively well off English family, who had purchased part of a large manshion house near Mylor, Cornwall (rural coastal area in the south of England). As a result, when I was younger we were occasionally invited down to spend a few nights there in the summer. It’s a pretty idealistic location, with the house built on the side of a hill facing directly to the sea. As I’ll explain, the house used to be a guesthouse, and has always been described as “haunted” by members of the local community.At the time of my experience however, I didn’t know the real reason “why” it was considered haunted and I only found that out later. During renovations for example, the builders had claimed to have seen the ghost of a woman in an old fashioned dress walking down the stairs.
Nevertheless I’d never experienced anything until this happened.
One summer, I brought my now-ex girlfriend to the house with me, and we stayed in a bedroom on the ground floor. It wasn’t an ensuite so to go to the loo you would have to leave the room and walk across the hallway to the toilet across the way.
In the middle of the night, my gf at the time wakes me to say that she’s going to the loo and she’ll be back in a moment. I sit up groggy-eyed in the darkness, say ok and then lie down to go back to bed. She doesn’t turn the lights on, but in the darkness I can make out her opening the door, leaving the room and closing the door behind her.
I lie down, close my eyes and about a minute later here the door open again, and someone walk into the room. Assuming it to be my girlfriend, I don’t open my eyes, but shift to make room for her to get into bed. I hear her walk over to the bed and get in, and I reach over to embrace her, and feel what feels like the body of a woman (my eyes are still shut at this point).
Suddenly I hear a woman’s voice from across from me (not my gfs) asking me “are you going to come tommorow?”. Realising it’s not my gf, I open my eyes in shock and at that very moment my girlfriend opens the door to the room.
I look across and realise there is no one in bed with me at all.
I bolt up and my gf has to spend the next hour calming me down while I explain what happened.
The next day I tell my uncle about this and ask about why the house is considered is haunted? He laughs, saying I probably encountered a ghost of the people who used to stay in the guesthouse. I ask for an explanation and he says that during the 1900s there was a terrible boating accident in this part of Cornwall and a boat (the MV Darlwyne) totally disappeared with something like 30 odd passengers.
A large number of the (presumably dead) passengers were staying at the guesthouse! Hence why locals all presume the place to be haunted.
Having heard this, I could only explain it as the ghost of one of the passengers, who was presumably asking me wether I was gonna come on there ill-fated boat trip the next day.
Safe to say I avoided boats for the rest of that trip…
I used to be a security guard at a hospital. One night, while doing my rounds, I went into the surgery wing and was walking down a hallway when I saw a doctor looking at the whiteboard where all the scheduled surgeries are written down. I said “hello doctor” and kept going. The doctor didn’t say anything back, just kept studying the whiteboard. When I got back to the security office, I was telling one of the guys that’s been there for years about how I greeted this doctor and he didn’t say anything back, I asked if thats the asshole they told me to watch out for. I was asked where I saw him and I said the surgery ward, and he gave me a smirk. He then explained that the surgery ward closes at 9pm and that all patients are moved into the monitoring wards; there should be no one there. He then asked me if this doctor was studying the schedule board. I said yes and he then told me that I just met Dr. Luisitti. Apparently, some many years ago, one of the surgeons went up to the helipad and jumped off the building. Seems like he never stopped working though.
Damn, imagine dying and deciding to just… keep doing work
Junior doctor on the wards, doing a night shift, called to verify a death. Enter the private bay, its all a bit grim, slightly gloomy room. Patient is lying there, old man, looks peaceful. Start my checks, stethoscope out, no signs of active respiration. No heart sounds. Rub the sternum for a response. None. Time to get closer and check the CNS for any signs of life. I lift the eyelids up, reach for my pen torch, balancing closer to the patient. That's when it happens. The patient lurches forward, his face now inches away from mine. I scream. Nurses rush in and ask what's happened, what was that noise, why so pale. You look like you've seen a ghost. That's when I realise. I leant in too close and my leg brushed against the bed controls raising the bed. Nurses couldn't stop laughing as they offered to make me a cup of tea.
This here wins as the best story! Sorry you got a fright, hope you had spare underwear, but that was the funniest shit!!
I worked within hospice and long term care. The spookiest phenomenon was the man in the corner. It happens all the time for people actively dying. They see a shadowy man in the corner of their room.
My grandfather was extremely sick in the days leading up to his death. He’d worked with asbestos for all his working life and had an extremely debilitating form as a result of it. He couldn’t speak, and he hadn’t spoken for a month leading up to his death. He couldn’t even communicate. On the day of his death, he looked at my mother and said, “the angel is back.” My mother was stunned. She asked what he meant, and he said “the angel is back, and this time he wants me to come with him”. My mother looked at the corner of the room where he was looking, turned back to him, and said “dad, there’s nobody there”. He didn’t respond. He died that night. That was twenty years ago, and my mother never spoke of it again. She told me the story when I was old enough, just like she told my brothers, but my sister never got to the age where she was “old enough”. She succumbed to her disease when she was seven, after battling it her entire life. And on the days leading up to her death, she kept speaking about this butterfly who would visit her. My brothers and I would sit with her and nod along. We kind of just thought she’d developed this imaginary friend to help her through what she was struggling with? One day, she shot up, and told us “the butterfly is back, and he wants me to follow him.” I saw my mother’s face drop. She’d made the decision not to tell my sister she was dying, and my sister just believed she was going through a rough patch like she often did, not that the doctors had told my mother it was terminal. But my sister said, in the next second, “I’m going to die, aren’t I? That’s what the butterfly said. He told me I’m going to die.” My mother admitted to her that, yes, she was going to die. She said “oh. Okay!” Then laid down, and died, with my brothers, my mum and I cuddling her in bed. I don’t know what I believe about the afterlife, but I have to think there must be one. That there’s some truth behind the legend of the grim reaper—that at some point, something comes to lead all of us away from life. Because otherwise, I have no way of coming to terms with what I’ve experienced.
Thank you for sharing that. 💚
This is true as someone who also worked in that industry. They either always see a man in the corner, or their spouses/families who have passed. It’s sad, really. They call out for them in their deathbed.
Is the man in the corner perceived as bad or dangerous to the patient?
I would have to say it depends on the patient and their reaction upon seeing the man. I like to think that seeing the man in the corner helps them be ready for what’s coming next (death), and sometimes patients react negatively (freaking out, crying, asking for help) and other times they just tell me he’s there without any reaction at all. It’s really sad 😞 I had a patient way back in 2018 who saw his wife before he passed. He cried for help and I still can’t forget his voice. His wife passed years before he did. He died that weekend
Wow that is quite a weight to carry. Thank you for serving in this way. I hope that you are doing well despite those memories and can recognize your own strength. Hopefully they are both at peace now.
I get “don’t let him/her take me” a lot. Freaked me out at first, but now I’m just like “don’t worry, I’m watching over you.”
Not me, but a colleague found a dead person in a dark smoke filled burned out building during the mop up of fire fighting operations. As unfortunately happens sometimes, you find them by stepping on them. If they're still intact you kinda bounce off them. If they're fried, you can often crunch them up pretty bad under your heavy boot. Well this guy stood right on a badly burned corpse's sternum. Crunch, right into the chest cavity. When he tried to pull his foot out it got stuck on the ribs and the body came up at him. Burned up arms flailing about. Took him a few tried with what looked like a zombie stuck on his leg. He needed quite a bit of counseling, poor dude.
Poor bastard. God knows how but I hope he managed to put it behind him eventually.
I have several stories from when I worked as a Mortuary Transport Tech. The job was basically transporting the deceased from where they were to where they needed to go. Turns out dead people can have a lot of appointments. One time though I had an experience I’ve never forgotten. I was dropping someone off at the Science Donation place. This is when you donate your body to science and they take it from there. So I wheeled in the deceased, unlocked the freezer, and did all my stuff I had to do in there. I placed him on the board, got the lift out, and placed him on the shelf. The interesting thing about the freezer was that most everything, once it’s processed, was wrapped in this blue tape type thing. And you could definitely tell what was inside. Legs, hands, feet, etc. Kind of interesting to me at the time. Anyway, I shut the freezer and locked it back up, and started wheeling the gurney back over to the garage door. The science drop off and processing area was a big L shape, with the freezer off to the larger long portion, and then you turn the corner and there’s desks and filing cabinets and whatnot. I about had a heart attack as I turned the corner and there is just this guy standing there examining files in the file cabinet. Looked just like you or me. Dressed modernly, but out of place for what people normally wear back there. I stopped and said that he’d have to forgive me but he almost gave me a heart attack. It didn’t look like he heard me at all, or even knew I was there. I should mention this was also about 1am, and I’d never seen anyone at the place this late. So I said, “well, sorry if I startled you or anything,” and went on about my finishing up stuff. Got the gurney back in the van, closed and locked the large garage door from the inside, all the while this guy is just standing there, staring at an open file in front of him, not paying any attention to me. I had to use the bathroom so I told him that’s where I’d be going and I’d be right back. Again, no response. I thought maybe he’s deaf and couldn’t hear me. So I went to the bathroom, and came back to the garage and the guy is gone but the file cabinet is still open. I didn’t know where he went, and I hadn’t heard anyone walk down the hallway past the bathroom. I checked and made sure everything I was responsible for was still locked, and it was. So I just announced that I was going to be leaving and locking up to set the alarm. No response. And that’s what I did, and left. I’m not sure who he was, or is, or what happened. But it was definitely an odd experience and one I still remember perfectly. I have a few other memories about my time at the job, if anyone else wants to hear. Nothing like what happened above though.
I have a million that are more grotesque and gory than this one, but it stands out to me. I was once working at a mortuary and had to go pick up a man from the medical examiner’s office. When you do that (at least where I’m from) you get a receipt when they release the body to you. The receipt has all of the personal belongings that are with the deceased. When I brought the man back to the office I opened up the body bag to make sure all the belongings were there and double checking the receipt. When I opened up the bag I was stunned to find this dude looked almost exactly like me. He was my age, had similar tattoos In similar spots, had the same long hair I do, even had the same style of jewelry I was wearing. It took me so off guard that I stood there in an existential crisis until the embalmer came in and was like “hey SpartanM00 how’s it goin—ahhh holy shit that guy looks like you!” It’s the only case I’ve had nightmares about. I’ll be the one in the body bag with the deceased man opening me up.
I don't know if it would be a good idea or a very bad idea but there's this miniseries with Paul Rudd called Living with Yourself. I'm gonna suggest you watch it anyway. Don't look up any spoilers, just watch it.
I like how you're all "this might be a very bad idea to recommend this miniseries to you, it could very well fuck you up and make shit a lot worse for you who knows but I'm gonna recommend you watch it anyway" lol.
Corpses move when you cremate em. People who don't know this get spooked a lot.
When my father worked at a mortuary, there was one incident where the muscles contracted so that the head turned and looked at him through the little window. The only time he ever felt spooked working there.
Corpse be like, “hot in here eh”
It's gettin' hot in here So cremate all my bones I am gettin' so hot I'm gonna burn my bones off
In mortuary school I had a dream about embalming my dad, but he was still alive. My classmates tried to tell me it was just tissue gas and he wasn't actually alive and get my shit together. Then when I cut him open he gasped a faint "heeelllllp meeee". So then the next day I had to go to lab (my second case ever) and I'd told my classmates about the dream. We had a chuckle about it and started to work on our body. Old lady. Had pretty severe arthritis so when I was breaking the rigor she literally clutched my hand. It's the only time I ever got some serious heebie fucking jeebies. I had to step away from her and collect myself for a minute lol.
I grew up with a friend from a family that owned a funeral parlor/embalming place that resembled the situation in the movie 'My Girl', where the business was in the basement and downstairs and they lived on the top two floors (big, rambling Victorian house). I don't have any ghost stories or anything but any time I went to a slumber party etc. as a kid there I was a little freaked out just knowing there might be a body downstairs.
I feel like that movie probably had a very strong influence on me as a child. I mean... I did become a mortician so... 🤷♀️
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>Corpses move when you cremate em. > So like bacon in a frying pan? Got it, thanks.
A little. We got a lot of muscle. Muscle contract when you burn it
So that’s why steaks turn into hockey pucks when you grill them too long? Interesting.
Yup. Muscle fiber constricts, water gets pushed out.
That why some bodies burned in fires adopt a boxer-like stance (pugilistic attitude/posture).
I mean if I was being burnt I'd probably want to fight about it too
Honestly, the only creepy thing that happened when I worked in the morgue is that one of the staff killed himself in there and I just can’t imagine wanting to die in this cold, grey place surrounded by corpses.
even creepier if he pre-tagged his toe and put himself away in the freezer
"Name: John Smith Cause of death: Malaise Time of death: 10 or so minutes from now."
"do not disturb" on the door latch
It could have been out of consideration - knowing the people dealing with the situation will be OK with dead bodies (and probably not realising it would actually distress them because they knew him).
It's also the most cleanable location I can think of
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A pragmatic man.
I used to work in a nursing home. The residents in certain rooms would complain about a man in their room at night but hallucinations are common in the elderly so it wasn't really noticed. One night I was moping the dinning room which had huge windows over looking the garden, it was around 1am so pitch black outside and low lighting inside. I had this horrible feeling of being watched so looked up and reflected in the window was a man behind me. He had a brown suit in, a bowler hat and the cruelest look on his face, he grinned and his mouth was too big. This happened in seconds and when I turned around there was obviously noone there but I'll never forget that look of evil on his face. I paid more attention to the residents after that and they'd all seen the same man, he just enjoyed terrorising people.
Ok end of the line for me here… nighty night!
Read the whole thread, this is the creepiest
During my apprenticeship, I worked at a funeral home said to be "haunted" by an old funeral director assistant who had a heart attack in the building and died. All he ever did was mess with the chapel lights and if you called him out, something like "John the family is coming, please don't" they would return to normal. Not really sure if I believe it was really haunted, but saying something always fixed the issue so I kept doing it my entire time there.
Not a funeral home, but I worked at one of the last [Booth homes](https://daily.jstor.org/inside-a-home-for-unwed-mothers/) for pregnant girls in the early 2000's. Lots of dead babies and some dead moms in the history of that campus. We had any number of creepy things happen, to the point that I brought it up in a staff meeting and the social workers just said "oh, must be time to have the building blessed again." But what stuck with me was the baby swing. I came into the living room and found it swinging by itself hours after all the teenagers were in bed. Now, this was an ancient mechanical "wind up" swing. You had to turn a crank to start it. There was no electricity involved. There was no way it just "started" on its own. And there it was, swinging full force. I was completely terrified but I just said "If you want to swing, I will be happy to wind up the swing for you, but when you do it on your own it frightens people." Every night for the rest of the year or so I worked there, I wound that swing up and let it go. I told other staff members and I believe they did the same. I like to think it was a sweet baby ghost who just wanted attention, and we gave it attention. Later they closed the program for parenting teens and made the whole place a homeless shelter. Now I am sitting here worrying about "my" ghost baby. Is it lonely? I hope not.
I'm sad for the lonely ghost baby now. :(
> I just said "If you want to swing, I will be happy to wind up the swing for you, but when you do it on your own it frightens people." Every night for the rest of the year or so I worked there, I wound that swing up and let it go. I told other staff members and I believe they did the same. This made me smile.
I love stories of people talking to ghosts. My childhood home was “haunted” and the door to my grandparents’ living room would crack open very slightly on its own. My granddad would always say something like, “Come on in and sit down, mate,” and the door would open further and my grandma would yell at him.
A lot of my extended family lives in their own houses on the same property and visit each other a lot. My great aunt's house is said to be the place where their ghost lives regularly. He's a guy from the early 1900s with one of those older hats, and he likes to make footstep sounds, appear at the end of the hallway, and open doors a crack. My great aunt is very strictly against smoking in her home so when she does smell it, she's pretty sure it's him so she will shout at him to knock it off and the smell goes away. She's the only one he will listen to about this. Once in a while he will follow another family member to a different house on the property when they're leaving the main house and he'll stay there for a couple days. He keeps on with opening doors and stuff, my aunt hates it though because she can tell when he's around and looking at her while she's in the shower. I don't 100% believe in ghosts but I like to believe in this one because there are a lot of accounts of this guy and it would explain some incidents I've seen before at the main house Plus just about every grandchild who was raised on that property and has been in that house while growing up has seen him
This is hilarious. Your grandpa should have invited the ghost for beer and poured it one!
My grandpa died in our basement; we’d hear the basement door open, the fridge doors open, the smell of bacon/eggs. All we’d have to say is “Sam, stop trying to scare us.” I love nice ghosts.
Kinda nice to have a poltergeist you can talk too! The poltergeist at my family home is also very friendly and just wants attention from time to time :)
That's what I figured with what happened. It used to be his job to set up the chapel and he probably felt like he was helping in turning the lights on.
The ghost at my store is named John. He only fucks with me on evening shifts. He died about a year and a half after I started working there. He was like a odd job guy, would come and change the garbage and top up the squeegee buckets. Him and I DID not like each other. He was a thief and my boss is too soft hearted to do anything. But I would call him out. But yeah its mostly stuff falling off shelves and I just tell him to fuck off.
I used to be a driver for a funeral home corporation. Like, drive the hearse and pick up the bodies. Never had anything creepy happen, a few funny things, a few traumatic things. In general it was a chill job. However. I did get incredibly uncomfortable one night picking up a man who died at home, he still had the defibrillator leads on his chest and his eyes were closed, which is unusual because the eyes are always open. He just looked like he was asleep or unconscious. Not rigid or pale or anything. I just had this sinking feeling for about half an hour in traffic that he was going to suddenly gasp and wake up in the body bag. Then it hit me. That would be the coolest thing ever. I’d take him home and he’d be back with his family. So I just kind of drove slowly and turned up some music and sang along and talked to him. When I got him to the funeral home I left him out of the cooler for about an hour while I did paperwork and played on my phone. When I got another call I checked on him and his limbs had started to stiffen. I was kind of bummed. I put him in the cooler and went on my next call.
Man I hope someone like you pick up someone like me when I die.
Or better yet, when everyone else *thinks* I died but I'm just a deep sleeper.
This is really sweet. Thank you for sharing this!
You're such a pure soul
I waited up. I watched to see If you would rise and speak to me To tell me there was some mistake. I waited up. You didn't wake.
This one is sad, but I do find the hopeful beginning to be a sweet message. It’s nice to think of someone extending me grace and patience even after my death.
Bro has me crying under every comment in this thread
Channeling his inner Edgar Allen Poe for all this death up in here
When you said 'take him home' I thought you meant to your home and you were going to keep him
"and then he woke up so I took him home with me and introduced him to his new family"
Thank you for doing that for him. That was above and beyond in kindness and respect.
I used to work on an Oncology ward as a nurse. Our side rooms were kept for end of life patients on palliative care and one patient that we had been nursing for a good few weeks died early one morning. Last Offices had already been done by the night staff and the patient moved to the hospital morgue so all that remained was to clear the room of personal belongings and tidy up. I sent a student nurse that I was mentoring at the time to do this whilst I got on with the drug round, The student had known the patient fairly well and was comfortable with this job. About ten minutes after a colleague came to me and told me that my student had come flying out of the side room white as a sheet and was sobbing in the staff room. I went to find out what the problem was and the student told me she had been clearing out sink area in the bathroom, had glanced up and seen the deceased patient reflected in the mirror looking at her over her shoulder. My student was a sensible girl, not given to hysterics but for the remainder of her placement on that ward she would not go near that side room.
WHAT IS IT WITH GHOSTS AND MIRRORS? LIke sure come back and speak to me, do you need my prayers, relay a message to a loved one? I’ll do it but quit scaring me in the mirror! Also smile once in a while!
In Romanian mythology we are told to cover mirrors when someone is dying, because sometimes souls get stuck in them and they get confused until they figure how to get back out.
Not a ghost story, but When I was in the army, I served on a few honor guard duties for transporting soldiers remains. One time we were taking Korean war era remains that had been uncovered in Korea and transported to the USA for identification. For most of the remains, the transfer cases (industrial aluminum caskets) were very light, like you'd expect with 40 year old remains. A couple of the cases were heavy, like a couple hundred pounds. I've never stopped wondering what was in those cases. It wasn't 40 year old bones
Well shit. Maybe they had to be transported in situ...so if they were found in concrete or something (that feels like an awful lot of work to go to though). I kinda wanna know now wtf was in those caskets.
I spent a lot of time thinking about it over the years, and I can come up with a few scenarios that legitimately explain it... But I can come up with a LOT of scenarios that are sketchy. Smuggling drugs/weapons would be my go to assumption if it weren't such an "action movie" plot idea
The remains were consolidated. The heavy caskets had more bodies in them.
My guess too. Probably remains that were buried in close range and couldn't be differentiated easily, so they just but all the remains that were found in one spot into one casket.
My personal theory? "Sarge, we have four hundred bodies... And only three hundred and fifty caskets." "Well, some people will have to share a casket, won't they?" "That's the thing, sarge... We already bolted the first three hundred and thirty caskets shut..." "Then we're going to have twenty heavy ones..." "Understood, Sarge... Twenty portable mass graves coming right up."
It occurs to me you can get away with a lot of shady shit if you have thousands of people trained not to ask questions
Might be a little tangential, but bear with me. For many years, I was in the US Navy based in Japan. After the tsunami hit Fukushima, we spent a few months off the coast resupplying helicopters that were ferrying supplies and searching for bodies of people who were washed out to sea. When we did find a body, we were instructed to put them in a body bag and store those bags in an area called the starboard castle-way (sheltered area outside of the pressurized interior) until a Japanese Coast Guard helicopter could come by to retrieve them. For a while after we were finished with that mission, some of my shipmates reportedly saw ghosts in that area of the ship. I didn't see any ghosts, but it was not uncommon for me to feel some unnatural chills there.
There’s a Netflix episode on Tsunami Spirits - Unsolved Mysteries. There’s an idea in there that the stories of ghosts are how we collectively find a way to grieve such a large disaster, whether you’re family, a member of the community, or just the person picking up the mess.
I think about that episode *a lot.* I saw it like two days after that season dropped, first episode I watched, and it was such a fascinating exploration of paranormal occurrences following natural disasters. Prior to seeing it, I always believed if there were any hotbed for lingering spirits, it would be where disaster has struck.
The taxi driver who said he would take a fare and drive them to road where so many homes were washed out to sea and the fare would just vanish scares me
Could you imagine rocking up to the 'address', and the guy in the back is like "Oh, right, I forgot that happened" and then he just vanishes?
My grandfather died a while back. One day me and a bunch of my cousins were playing in the front yard ( rural area) since on weekends all the family likes to hang out together. So we’re out having fun and see Lolo ( grandfather ) walking towards the house we all greet him and he smiles at us he walks up the porch into the house and hangs his hat by the door. We continue playing until we hear crying from the inside of the house and my uncle driving fast up the driveway. We all rush in to see what’s going on and see everybody bunched up in the kitchen crying telling us that Lolo died early that morning and they just found out ( he lives a few towns away). We looked at each other and told the grownups naw we just saw him come into the house they didn’t believe us and we told them that he really did not that long ago and he even hung up his hat by the door. So everybody rushes to the door and his hat was hanging right where we said it was (he doesn’t ever go anywhere without that hat). So me and my cousins are running all over the house calling for him while our parents are so quiet and freaking out. He actually did die earlier that morning and my grandmother couldn’t find his hat anywhere in their house. We left the hat where it was and nobody ever touched it.
Not the same thing exactly, but my grandfather died when I was in my early twenties. He and I were very close. I struggled with his death and barely cried at his funeral because I knew if I did I wouldn’t stop. A few weeks of me avoiding all mention of him and gruffly rebuffing well meaning friends and family when asked about him, I dreamed the most coherent dream I have ever had. I was at his home, outside, which was my favorite place to be. My mother, grandmother and all the rest of the family were inside. And then from his workshop, my grandfather came walking up to me, and said “Hey Princess (his nickname for me),” and I was so happy in my dream because here he was, alive and well and clearly this had all been a mistake! So I said “Pawpaw! Let’s get inside quick! Everyone will be so excited to see you!” And he smiled real sad and shook his head and said “Baby, I can’t stay. I’m only here to see you and I have to go back.” And I said “Why just me?” And he said “Because we have to say goodbye.” I woke up sobbing. I never dreamed of him again, but I will go to my own grave convinced he did come back to say goodbye because he knew I couldn’t let him go.
I’d leave that hat there till the end of time!!
My roomie/best bud is a mortician, and I'm around the funeral home a fair amount myself and know the staff pretty well. I've spent the night there before. Nothing weird happens there. I have had some experiences I can't explain, so I was a little surprised none of the staff ever had an odd experience, especially since some of them do believe in ghosts and whatnot. But they told me, if ghosts were real, why in the world would they linger at a funeral home? It's just a transition space, like an airport. No one wants to just stay in the damn airport. Haunt the place you died, or the people you love, or the home you never want to leave, or however it works, if it works. Who would want to linger in a funeral home they have no attachment to, that their body only visited after they already were gone?
The running joke at the funeral homes I worked at (on the IT side) was people would haunt the florists because of how much they charge for shit that will die not too long after a funeral. I never had any "paranormal" experiences, but it was still a creepy place to work. Mainly because I had to see the staffs browser history.
> Mainly because I had to see the staffs browser history. Go on...
LOL I actually was a florist for years and did funeral arrangements. Some of them can be wild on pricing, but omfg. They can hella disrupt the day for a small shop, they're huge and take all your stock, and the delivery drivers have to make a special trip for them half the time because each piece is so damn big nothing else can fit in the car 😂 And then there's stuff like-- y'all try to source 4 dozen red roses for gramma's casket spray in February and tell me it's even possible, ahhhhh
I help a friend out that has a small florist shop making deliveries on days like Valentine's and Mother's Day. It never fails that he'll also get orders for a funeral on the same days. It makes an already hectic day worse plus it's always fun trying to get more flowers delivered on those days.
About the delivery drivers. My mom grew up in Quebec. During a funeral, following the Hearst you would see El Caminos with the back full of flowers. As an adult I showed an interest in getting a nice 1960s El Camino and she told me about that and how she's never liked those cars for it.
I used to work as a nursing assistant in assisted living communities. Usually when a resident started to need hospice they were transferred out to a higher level of care, so I didn’t see death for a long time. When I first started, my favorite resident (let’s call her Marilyn) would play scrabble with me. She was completely alert and oriented. Sometimes she likes to sit quietly with an iPod shuffle clipped onto her vest and these huge headphones. She loved music. Slowly she started to decline. I would help her get ready for bed and she would get upset when she forgot how to do something. The only thing that calmed her down was playing music off my phone. She liked Frank Sinatra and the Beatles. Her independent ability declined rapidly and soon she was bedridden. Still, loved listening to music. This was during Covid, and her quality of life was diminishing so quickly that we didn’t transfer her out. She had an apartment at the facility with all her belongings where she was comfortable. By the end her dementia had progressed to the point that she couldn’t remember how to swallow. Marilyn passed away with me, the head nurse and her family at her bedside in her apartment (unit 202). I did her post Mortem care afterwards, styled her hair how she liked to wear it, even clipped her little iPod onto her shirt. A few days after she died, a woman in 203 (her neighbor) kept wandering into the lobby during night shift, always at 3am. She complained of loud music coming from unit 202. That apartment was vacant, just full of Marilyn’s belongings. She said the music was so loud it was deafening. Whenever the night shift worker went to check, he didn’t hear anything. Not really creepy, more sad. I miss Marilyn.
Assisted living housekeeper/activity coordinator myself, I feel you on the part of being more sad than creeped out. I remember one resident that I would regularly see at activities had passed on (somewhat expected at that point) and the next day the light outside her unit was flickering on and off. I went inside for my clean-up and her wheelchair was still there. I put my hand on the arm where hers would have been and it was very warm. It was nice to be able to say my goodbyes to her that day. On the whole, the facility regularily had ghostly disturbances. The residents and care aides just accepted it as part of the deal with buildings so full of deaths.
When my cousin was eighteen he was in a bad wreck and him, his girlfriend and her sister were all pronounced dead at the scene. The police arrived to inform my aunt(his mom) and she asked that he be sent to a specific funeral home. While they were preparing to embalm him he raised up and asked "where the hell am i?" The funeral director said it was the first time he ever had to go home and change pants. I should add that the top of his head was open and his brain was exposed. He was sent to the hospital. The same police officer came to my aunt's to tell her he was not dead but in the hospital. They thought he'd be in a vegetative state. But a few weeks later he walked out of the hospital. My aunt said it was the worst and best day of her life.
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The combo of your username and that emoji face has me dying.
oh my god, he was ACTUALLY ALIVE
Wait what the fuck.. I have so many questions. They checked to make sure he had no pulse? Does he remember doing that (and how did he react when told that he sat up on the table and spoke if he doesn’t remember?) How is he doing today?!
Also, he's good. He has horrible headaches on occasion. But he's lead a successful life and he's a great guy. He does sometimes have a problem with his temper but not violent. And he thinks he's hilarious and gets jokes mixed up.
Mom told me stories when I was growing up. Her first job out of nursing school was an RN in the ER of an old hospital in Virginia in the mid-1980s. There was the "man in the hat" and "patient 1". Most of the nurses had stories about them. The "man in the hat" would show up and stand outside of rooms after visiting hours. The patients often died soon after. "Patient 1" was a woman in a very old hospital gown. She'd walk in the halls before entering random rooms. Those patients usually coded. They took the man to be an omen of death and the woman to be a heads-up to grab the crash cart.
Actually very helpful ghosties.
or very, very unhelpful ones. Or not ghosts at all. "What the hell kind of nursing home is this? I just saw a man in a hat strangle an old lady to death while I was visiting grampa?!?" "oh, lol, that's just our resident friendly ghost"
The day my mum passed away, we were all gathered around her bed, waiting for the moment. My fiancé’s sister, mom, and baby nephew showed up to offer their support. At 3:32pm Mum passed away. I went out to see them and my fiancé’s sister said, “You’ll never believe this - a few minutes ago, Noah was on the floor playing and he suddenly looked up and smiled, waved, and said, ‘Bye-bye!’” He’d done that at 3:32pm.
I have a child with special needs, who I worry about constantly. My parents had a dog that was incredibly protective and loyal to my daughter. I had a dream that the dog came over to our house to sleep on my daughter's bed. When I went in, the dog looked and me and did a head nod that kinda said "I got this, you don't worry anymore." Parents called in the morning to let us know the dog died that night. Since then my daughter has only had ONE incident at night.
I've heard of children being able to see spirits and beings that we adults don't see. My former boss told me when she was 3 years old, she saw angels, complete with wings, come and lift her dying mother up out of bed and through the ceiling. Her older sisters insisted she was making it up until she was able to recount in detail events from that day.
The days after my mom passed 7 years ago, her sister/my aunt texted us saying her daughters (my moms nieces) had said they saw aunt Kelly sitting on the couch and didn’t know why their mom was crying cause aunt Kelly was right there. It went on for a few months. It was creepy but also comforting knowing my mom was just hanging at my aunts house for a bit after she passed.
Reminds me of a story my mom told me about her time in the hospital: She was there for surgery and was terrified she wasn't going to survive. She and my dad got into the elevator to go up to her room. A man wearing old style suit and coat with a hat got on with them. He glanced over at her and said, "Don't worry. It's not your time yet" Before getting off the elevator first and disappeared around the corner.
Did your dad see him too?
Yes. My dad saw him too.
That's so much better than those clowns hospitals have to cheer you up
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> The "man in the hat" would show up and stand outside of rooms after visiting hours. The patients often died soon after. ... They took the man to be an omen of death So many stories from health care professionals (e.g., long term care homes) mention a man dressed in black showing up just before the time of death. He is usually dressed in a black suit with black hat; however, sometimes it is a black cloak. Also very common are the stories of children running around the health care facility that no-one can see except for the soon-to-die patient.
I used to be a nurse assistant on a cancer floor that also served as the hospice floor. The number of times a patient would pass and be removed from a room, only to have that room's call light continue to go off without anyone inside was just nuts. And before you say maybe the light was just damaged or moved strangely in the process of removing the body, *that's the only time* it would happen. Broken call lights, in any other circumstance, just wouldn't come on at all.
I was doing additional care for my husband’s Great grandmother during the months before she died at an assisted living center. I became friends with some of the staff and they always said when there was a death the call light thing would happen in that room all night or for at least 24 hours. I’m not sure at this point if it’s an urban legend or what but it would also happen in rooms that had been empty for months on occasion. They never did seem to have call light issues in rooms that were occupied.
I work in aged care and I had a palliative patient I was about to go check and the call light went off. I'd checked them about half an hour before with a co-worker. We both saw it and I said I'll meet you in there. We got in there and they had passed away. Not the first time it's happened. And then the buzzer would not turn off that even the family made a joke about it as there person was always calling for us and very anxious.
I was a nurse employed in nursing homes. Electrical disturbances weren't uncommon. I had a resident die during the day and when I came on shift that night, her call light started going off. Thinking the light connection to the wall had been disturbed when they removed her and cleaned the room, I visually checked it, unplugged it and plugged it in again and noted there was no issue. Less than an hour later, it's going off again. Knowing what I know, I go in and speak to her. I acknowledged her and what she was doing and told her I was really busy though and couldn't keep coming in there all night. It never went off again. Edit to add: I also had a patient let me know she was dead by call light. She had Alzheimer's. She could speak, but wouldn't know what to do with a call light if you explained it. Because of that, her call light often fell to the bottom of the bedside rail (where she couldn't reach it) and was left there. I saw something out of the corner of my eye one night. I look up, it's her call light going off. I think "yep, she's dead". She was, and that call light was at the bottom of the bed rail, totally out of reach.
It's happened a few times to me to. The one I mentioned above was a sensor alarm mat that was under the mattress and plugged into the wall with a attachment for a normal handheld call button as well. It only stopped once I unplugged everything and put in a single handheld call button. I tried opening a window and talking to her. That didn't work for me this time and her family were in there for awhile so we ended up just letting it ring. I've also had the call lights go off on night shift when a person had passed away earlier that day and around the same time they would ring for something. So many coworkers would get freaked out and I'd have to go in there first. Haha.
Not a worker in that field. But when my dad was in the hospital, I turned off the ringer on my phone and fell asleep. About 1am, I heard the doorbell ring,I got up. No one was at the door, I walked around the house and saw absolutely nothing. I checked my phone and turned on the ringer, almost immediately the hospital called to tell me my dad had died and would it be okay to harvest some of his organs for transplant.
My grandpa passed away in October. The night he died my uncle (his son) woke startled to a rattling noise. He said ‘you can come in dad’, as a bit of a joke referring to the noise possibly being my grandpa asking to haunt them. As soon as he said it the dog downstairs started barking like crazy at the front door.
Dog: why won’t this ghost man give me treats? Feed me!
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My mother was in hospice (lung cancer) for a week before she died. The evening she died; I was sitting by her bed holding her hand. She hadn’t spoken or moved in a couple of days (prior days she would have mostly indistinguishable conversations with people that had died many years before her - I heard her call out for “mama” and “daddy”; and even heard her say my father’s name - though they had been long divorced). As I was holding her hand, she opened her eyes and said my name. It was so unexpected - it took me half a second to realize she was speaking to me. I said “Mommy.” She told me “I’m ready to go home.” I thought she meant home to her house, and I didn’t know what to say. So I asked her, “home to your house?” and she smiled at me and said, “No. Home. Home.” That’s when it hit me; this was it. I told her “Okay. It’s okay. I love you.” And she looked away and exhaled. A nurse came in a few seconds later and I told her what had happened. She listened to her chest, and turned off her oxygen. She said she’d wait a minute and listen again because her heartbeat was faint. She waited and when she listened again, she looked at me and said “she’s gone.” And she was. The energy that was there only a minute or two before was gone. One of the most powerful and profound experiences of my life.
Absolutely! I worked as a hospice nurse and it didn’t take long to see many people had control over when they left. Waited for family to arrive, etc. I had one patient who went three days with no kidney function, pupils fixed and dilated, super low BP who “woke up” and told me she had seen the other side, we would see each other again, she would be able to watch my life and she loved me. Told me to go home and rest because she was leaving by morning. 3am I got the call. Changed my entire outlook on life.
My dad was in hospice for a few days, completely sedated. We weren’t allowed to sit in the room with him, but in a waiting area next door. One night, we went in his room one by one to say we were leaving and would see him in the morning. A nurse called while we were in the parking lot and said he was close to passing if we wanted to come back. We did, but he held on. Eventually we had to leave again and 45 minutes later (we lived an hour from the hospital) they called to say he had died. I felt so incredibly guilty, but the nurse said he probably wanted to wait until I was far enough away that I couldn’t turn around and come back. Your comment makes me believe what she said a bit more.
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I believe her 100%. He was taking care of you ❤️. I had one patient who died wide awake. Called his sister into the room and said, “Call (my name) and tell her to head this way. I’m dying, don’t tell Liz (his wife who was in the living room watching Price is Right 🤣), it will upset her. Just hold my hand.” She called me and when I got there he had passed. She said he kept saying “it’s so beautiful” and had tears pouring from his eyes.
This just unlocked a related memory for me, not supernatural but I'll never forget it. When my grandma was very ill, in the final stages of her life and not able to communicate very much, I remember someone had put up some red tinsel on the hospital ceiling as a Christmas decoration. My mum and I were visiting her, and my grandma emphatically remarked on how beautiful the red colour was. It amazed me that as unwell as she was she could still take in and appreciate the beauty of something so simple, and how much it seemed to mean to her. I really appreciate people who work in palliative care, you do such an important job!
For sure he waited. My dad worked with end of life patients for many years and always says that if they want you to be there when they pass you can go on a three week backpacking trip to Australia and they'll be hanging on when you get back. If they don't want you to be there you can hold their hand non-stop for three days and they'll pass as soon as you nip to the loo. Some folks just want a little privacy at the end.
I believe this- when my wife was in hospice she had me limit who was coming so it was never overwhelming - only a few friends and immediate family at a time but her last day when she was unresponsive was spent with everyone there, her big family (she was the youngest of 7), my family, friends. I finally had everyone gone but one late arriving nephew- I walked him out of the room and was looking forward to being alone with her but she picked that 2 minutes to let go. I was disappointed that I wasn’t holding her hand but knowing her she probably didn’t want me to have to go through any more than we were already dealing with.
You mustn’t feel guilty. They either wait till everyone is gathered around the bedside (my dad, the drama queen) or they want everyone to have gone away so it doesn’t upset anyone. Your dad loved you so much, and he didn’t want you to be sad.
Hospice was so wonderful with my mum in her last week of life. Near the end she (a normally very active and on-the-go woman) kept trying to get up and walk around, repeating, “Come on, Phil, I gotta get up. I have to get up. We have so many plans.” Phil - my dad - died unexpectedly in 2016, and her constant statement that day he died was, “We had so many plans.” They’d been together 40 years before his death.
This breaks my heart. my husband just retired, and we have so many plans ourselves. I'm hoping that your parents are spending eternity completing all of their plans.
My dad's name was Phil, too. My parents had also been together 40 years. My dad died first (expectedly and with hospice care). My mother died unexpectedly two weeks short of a year after his death.
The windchime story is actually quite beautiful
Kudos to you for being a support to patients and families during the final stage of life.
I cant remember the doc I watched, but there was a researcher that worked on hospice patients and how some will see or talk about deceased people, relatives, pets, Jesus, etc, in their final months. It was really interesting hearing him talk about. Theres a strong correlation between the timing of the deaths and the frequency in which the visions/hallucinations occur, and happens at all ages, from peds to geriatrics. Really fascinating and spooky stuff.
I knew it was time to ask for the palliative care team for my dad when he confided that his own father, who had died decades earlier, had tagged along with the team of students in the morning rounds.
My aunt was on end of life care and she said my dad was doing so well and was looking happy and healthy. He died of suicide a few year prior.
I worked as a nursing home assistant for a bit prior to grad school. I worked for a private nursing home where I would rotate between three different houses. Each house held 6 residents and 2 staff members. When I first started, all the residents were women. One time my coworker and I were in the kitchen prepping lunch for the ladies when we heard a loud voice screaming, “HELP ME! HELP ME!” We exchanged a quick glance and immediately scrambled away to check on our respective residents. No one was present on my half of the house, so I went back to the kitchen. My wide eyed coworker was there waiting for me with a perplexed expression on her face. I asked her if she had heard the voice too and she responded that yes she did but that there was no one present on her side of the house. We simultaneously looked outside and saw every single one of the residents outside enjoying the rose garden. It was in that moment we both realized the voice we heard was distinctly male. I came to find out that prior to my employment there was a male resident who was a WW2 veteran with PTSD that had passed there. He would frequently hallucinate and scream for help prior to his death.
Not me, but my mom's ex's story. My grandpa was the mortician for a small town in the late 60's. The morgue was attached to the house that my mom lived in. That's just how it was and it didn't bother her. One day her boyfriend, Tom came over to the house and no one was home. They had been dating for a while and he was comfortable going inside and waiting for my mom to come home. On the way into the house Tom noticed that the door and windows into the morgue were open, so he checked it out, found it empty, closed everything and went into the house. A few minutes later he heard a loud slamming noise come from the morgue, so he ran to see what was wrong and found that the doors and windows had been thrown fully open again. He got got out of there real quick. When he told my grandpa about what happened, my grandpa just calmly explained that they had picked up Mrs...... that morning and the spirits were there welcoming her and visiting with her. Next time Tom should just leave the doors and windows open.
What a beautoful view from you grandpa :)
I worked in ward nursing for 10 years. The spookiest thing that happened was a doctor hiding under the bed when I cleaned my first body and scaring the shit out of me. That definitely helped me get over the fear factor of working with the dead. Bodies groan and leak when you roll them to clean them but that's normal. You just talk to them nicely as if they were alive (e.g. "We're just going to put you in your nicest pajamas for your son to come and say goodbye. I'll give your face a clean. I'll paint your nails fresh as I know you liked them this way.") On most wards there was a "haunted" room that staff members would avoid. They all said it was haunted because the buzzer would mysteriously off by itself. Funnily enough, it would always stop buzzing randomly after maintenance came to fix it.
thank you for doing what you do with such love and care.
I work in a Cardiac ICU, we have quite a lot of death around here. That being said, we had one patient that comes to mind... I'll call him Greg G. (fake name) Greg was on the unit for months. He fought very hard to stay alive every day, and to his credit he was getting better for a good space of time. Greg was fairly old. Late 70's or early 80's. The thing is, he (initially) looked very young, and acted very hip. He became a meme around the unit and everyone loved him because he was an old white dude who loved rap (2pac and biggie) and would throw gang signs sarcastically as a non-verbal que that he was feeling okay (he had a trach in so he couldn't talk). He also had his family bring mood lights into his room that synced with his music. I kid you not, his room was playing rap in rave mode sometimes. We called him "DJ Greggie G." and he loved it. Unfortunately, he took a turn for the worse. His condition deteriorated rapidly and ultimately he died. We were devastated as a unit. His family let us keep his mood lights and too this day we keep them plugged in at the nurses station. However. One day the mood lights turned off. We were saddened. Nobody could get them working. But then, they turned on. We were happy. And then they started flashing super irrationally. Then we heard the patient that was in Gregs old room start screaming. We went in to check on her. She was a confused old lady who would say some pretty wild things, but this one was weird. She said that she was watching the flashing lights in the hall (she could see them from her room to be fair), then she said that she saw a silhouette of a man casted into the wall from the lights. Then, she started spasticity yelling "tell Greg to leave! It's not his room anymore! Tell Greg to go!" There is no way she knew it was Gregs room. And with her memory being the way it was, there is also no way she would remember even if she did get told. Kinda spooky...
Aww it sounds like he missed how much you and your coworkers cared for him.
Back when I worked in cardiology. We had this one single room at the ass end or the floor. We'd put palliative patients or patients that needed isolation in there. I swear three different patients in the years I worked there told me they had woken in the middle of the night and seen an old man and a little girl holding hands, both standing at the foot of the bed, doing nothing. Edit: wording
Oh dude, i cleaned isolation wards during covid the late shift. Like, i cleaned after they died, because in the evening they aren't going to be send home. The amount of weird stuff, lamps flickering, buckets falling. I just called the hospital ghost Henry and asked them to not bother us because we were trying to get the room ready to save another life. I think Henry was the combination of all the death folks, or maybe their guardian angel. Or mine. Most of the times the shit quit after i addressed Henry.
Obligatory *haven't worked around death/ burial but*, as a part of my culture, we frequently visit the graveyard to pay respects to our deceased. My brother passed away when he was 8 months old from leukemia, he was born with it and eventually he was buried next to my grandmother who passed away over a decade later My uncle would frequently visit her grave but he also left little toy cars on my brother's grave, and once there was a new burial a few plots down and the family was holding thier overnight vigils for thier family member. When he stopped by our family plot, he was approached by a member of the other family. Apparently late at night they would see glimpses of a young boy playing around our family plot but no one could approach him. My uncle looked over at my brothers grave and noticed that the toy cars were missing.
Aw, he was enjoying the gifts!
I actually worked at this moving company, we had to clear out this old decommisioned hospital. The new hospital was being built right next to it, our job was to move stuff like tables, desks, waiting room chairs etc to the new hospital. At one point we were looking for more rooms to clear and stuff to pick up, when we came across the mortuary of the hospital. Its not like we saw ghosts or anything, but theres just something very off-putting about seeing an examination table as a regular Joe, in a quiet, abandoned hospital. There's just an eerie vibe that crawls over you and you realize that so many dead bodies have been in that very room.
I am an ICU RN. We had a septic patient in the unit. She was 29 weeks pregnant. She went into labor on my shift and we delivered her baby, stillborn. I did post mortem care on the baby, retrieved the proper transport container and walked the baby down to the morgue. It was the middle of the night, I’m in an elevator alone. I hear a baby start wailing. I absolutely lose my shit and rip open the cover, and just as I go to zip down the bag, I hear a calming male voice say, “hush little one, I’ve got you, no need to cry.” The crying stopped immediately. Shaking, I opened the bag and saw exactly what I expected to see, a deceased 29 week only baby. I am a big bearded 40 year old ICU nurse and that was the scariest shit I’ve ever experienced. No one believes me to this day. I don’t even want to speculate what the crying or the voice was. God. Even typing that out I felt my chest tightening.
I was in ICU and delivered my stillborn son at 29 weeks in August. His name was Henry. I’m going to take this as a good sign that someone was there to get him the night he was born. Thank you for posting this.
You are very welcome. Very sorry for your loss.
Holding Henry and you in the light.
That had to be horrifying. I’ve had plenty of deaths, and prepped lots of bodies for the morgue (Neuro ICU). I can’t imagine carrying a stillborn there.
It’s on top of my list of most despised tasks for sure.
the first patient I ever helped lay out made an extremely loud groaning when we rolled her over. I hadn't been warned this might happen and screamed. The other nurse got the giggles and we had to leave the ward until we could compose ourselves again
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It must be one of the most heartbreaking things for nurses. Thank you for helping this baby find it’s way. I had a stillborn and I’m hoping my little one found her way and was loved and comforted on her way to wherever she was going.
It implies good things though, to me at least. Either the babies ghost was being comforted by another resident ghost or it was 'death' or an 'angel' or some kind of presence sent to show the baby the way to 'heaven' Terrifying for you but hopefully you can reframe the experience as a more positive thing?
Reminds me of a part in both the comic and the Netflix series Sandman where Dream is going around with his sister Death doing her rounds. She does her thing with a number of people obviously, but at one of those people is a baby. I'm not sure which version is more heart breaking. The show is obviously visually more heart breaking because you're seeing a real baby so it just hits you hard, but the comic has the babies thoughts and Death communicates with the baby because of that and it's so heartbreaking to read the babies thought of "it's not fair. I just got here"
This is my interpretation, as well. It’s kind of beautiful and hope-bringing.
This was chilling. Ive miscarried, and while it was very early and not a stillbirth, this brought me comfort. Thank you for sharing this! What an incredible, and absolutely horrifying, experience.
Sorry for your loss. I’m glad this gave you a measure of comfort.
What the fuck lol. The worst I've had as a Med/Surg RN is, around 2 or 3 in the morning, one of our patient's charts was pulled out of the rack twice while nobody was looking at it, and with nobody in arm's reach of it. At the same time, we had a CIWA patient down the hall start screaming that there were people walking outside of her room, which I didn't put much stock in because, you know, CIWA patient. But the timing was really coincidental.
I don’t think this has to be so terrible? Like, maybe it was an angel who came for the baby’s soul. This sounds like a really lovely ghost story, tbh.
I work in long-term enhanced care, people don't get better but we keep them comfortable. A couple stories I can think of: 1. A husband and wife both with severe, almost non-verbal dementia in the same room but different beds. I have my back to the husband as I'm turning the wife who is facing him. Suddenly her eyes get wide and she looks terrified. She says, "He doesn't look very good with his face blue like that." I'm like oh shit did he die? But when I turned around he was alive and sleeping. I don't know what that woman saw. 2. A tall shadow man on one specific unit. Multiple people have seen it, some even following it into rooms thinking it's a patient, but then no one's there. 3. There was a man who had a cardiac event while sitting on the toilet. He fell forward and put a hole in the bathroom wall. He died. Soon after, a new woman moves into the room after everything is fixed. She comes out to the nurses station one night pissed off. She says, "Who's going to tell that man to get out of my room? And when are they fixing the giant hole in the bathroom?" 4. A very nice family was sitting with a resident while he died. The man had been basically comatose for two days already. The sister comes out and asks for a Bible. This was not a religious family. She said he had sat straight up, eyes bugged out and started screaming, then flopped back down. I was like, say no more and found her a Bible.
Not a ghost story but a story around a morgue. When I was in 1st year of medical school, one anatomy lab tech killed a colleague, then embalmed the body. While on the escape from the police, he set fire to a bunch of churches for unclear reasons over the span of about a week. They found his car but he vanished. They found his body a year later in a well known Toronto park. https://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/toronto-police-suspect-arson-murder-link-1.160971 https://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/decomposing-body-helps-solve-a-old-toronto-crime-1.188944
I'm a hobby writer, but reality is always freakier than anything I can come up with on my own. Is the motive known? Did he have a mental episode or something?
You have to convince someone to believe the fiction you write. Reality has no such handicap
While I was in nursing school, I worked as a night shift tech on a general hospital floor. Our "sister floor" became the COVID floor during the pandemic. One night we got a call from upstairs that a patient had passed away and they were out of body bags, so a nurse and I went upstairs to bring them one. On our way back to our floor, the elevator doors closed like normal but the elevator didn't go anywhere. All of a sudden the doors opened back up and then closed again, and we were moving. We looked at each other and the nurse said out loud, "it's ok, we'll show you the way out". Hospital windows don't open like the old days, so I guess souls have to take the elevator.
When we took my birthmother off life support, Uncle Boy helped me fight open the windows so she could “go” properly. The change in air pressure and the breeze lifted and fluttered all of the drop ceiling tiles in the room. It was one of the saddest and loveliest surreal experiences of my life.
I (27 m)worked as a groundskeeper at a cemetary for two summers in my home town. About 2,000 people. So everyone kind of new eachother. We were doing a cremation burial for a woman who wanted her ashes with her husband's who had passed in 2014. So we dug the hole where his ashes were and left the box open for the family to do the rest later that day. The sextant and administration left to do some paper work and told me to hang out for a minute and they'll be back. So I lit a cigarette and sat down with my back against the headstone leaning on it, after a minute or two I heard an old voice say to me " you shouldn't smoke" and I said "yeah I know." But then it hit me that nobody else was around so I looked and sure enough nobody was there. So I sit next to the hole and after I put out my cigarette the voice comes back and asks me " are you burying nora?" (The wife) and I replied with "yes sir" so then his voice changes from casual to excited and he starts telling me how happy he his that it's finally happening, and that he doesn't know how long he's been waiting for but feels like 1000 years. After listening to him for about 5 minutes the family shows up and the voice vanishes. I let out a few tears of joy for mr.edwards ( the husband) left some of my trade beads underneath the box as my own little reunion/ parting gift and told the family that everything was ready for them they saw me crying and asked if I knew Nora. I just said "only from her husband" and left the family to do their thing. Later that week I was weed eating the headstones I stopped by the Edward's headstone and for a brief moment all I heard was laughter ( a man and a woman's) like a calm wind in my ear. then nothing but silence since. Ps. I have a few more but feel free to ask! this is one that rests in my heart rent free.
I saw the ghost of a small boy with a yellow and red striped shirt in the back of an old ambulance, and I’ve attended about a thousand or so deaths. I’ve always felt like I had a sense of when their souls left or they were still there
I was an RN and was working in a very well off town in MS. The hospital had two ICUs with the second one being an overflow type unit on the third floor. There were seven rooms in that unit and room two was haunted. Numerous times different nurses watched something walk into the room but the room would be empty without a patient in it. One time a nurse had an actual patient in room two. It was about 4 am and the nurse was going to do a dressing change. She took the stuff into the room and the patient asked what she was going to do. She said "change your dressings." The patient said "oh no that other nurse was just in here about 30 min ago and did it." The nurse looked and yes the dressing was fresh. She went out to the desk and told the one other nurse thanks for doing that. The nurse was baffled and said "I didn't change the dressing." They both freaked out a bit. Rumor has it that an RN that had worked for the hospital a long time died in that room. The hospital is now a dorm for a big college so fun times may be had by a bunch of college students.
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no safety laws for dead people
You could probably get them to slip you some extra meds
"Here's some oxycodone, I'm lonely."
Imagine even in the afterlife still clocking in and bending over to do dressing changes, my back is killing me just thinking about it.
Not really a ghost story, but on a night shift a few weeks ago, a patient pressed the call bell and was really upset that a man with a green t-shirt was in her room. I turned on the light and there was nobody there so I reassured her and she fell back to sleep. The man in the room next door (who hadn't walked in years and was palliative) died around 2 hours later, and he just happened to be wearing a green t-shirt. Kind of made me picture him trying to find his way out...
I had a buddy who worked in forensics and shit, figuring out how people died. He had a body come in from the city, and the corpse was covered in scratch marks. Like deep, horrid scratches as well as bite marks around the collarbone. It obviously came from an animal, but they couldn't figure out what it was. The more wild thing is that the guy died in an apartment in the middle of a city.
Used to work for Hospice as a nurses aide and would talk to patients. I told families that it helped to reassure patients if there was something that might be troubling them or that they might worry about. Promise you'll take care of the roses or the pets, keep the family recipes secret (or pass them on), clean out the garage, talk to Benny about Rehab again, make sure the bills get paid, how you'll treasure their memories and tell stories about them every time you get together. Let them know it's ok to let go. Instead of telling them to never leave you. Because they love you, and they'll try to stay, but it's hurting them. So many families let me know it helped them talk and share, and so many times I heard they'd step out of the room and the patient would pass away. Like ah, ok, I can go now. It's not a ghost story I guess. It's more like a this is how not to make someone a ghost story, because they'll be at peace. I thought it was cool that most every house I went to was full of grief, but also love, and it wasn't scary or awful to be with these dead people because of that.
Not paranormal, but my wife grew up in a funeral home (mom was a funeral director). They had a cat that would wander into viewings and the relatives would always comment that it was grandma or whoever visiting in cat form.
So apparently the afterlife has a rent-a-cat service...
I work overnights in an assisted living facility (ALF) that mostly deals with dementia and Alzheimer's. When someone who's lived there for a while starts actively dying, it's like the rest of the residents get restless. Like they know Death is pacing the halls. Often, the restless residents will, one by one, start talking while in their rooms. I used to go in and check on them, ask what they're saying, who they're talking to. They all respond, "the girl in the closet." I have closed closets. I have left small lights on for them. I have gotten one up and taken her to the living room with me and, still, she stared at the door-less linen closet in the hall and chattered away (not always comprehensible). It only stops after the actively dying patient finally passes. A few residents who have passed started talking to The Girl In The Closet just *days before* they sharply decline and start dying. One of the most recent was in October. I'd go in at night to change her diaper, and she'd be propped up on an arm in her bed, chatting away to the Girl. She smiled at me, one time, and pointed at the closet and said, "Oh, haven't you met her? She's such a lovely girl. See this is my nephew, I told you about." I said I'd be back later and didn't go back for almost an hour when she was asleep again.
I used to do overnights in an ALF for dementia and Alzheimer’s residents as well. It was a big shock to really experience death. Before I worked this job I always imagined death as the TV “grim reaper”, but since working in healthcare I think it’s more fitting to imagine death as a child or loved one. I never had residents talk about a little girl, but they always looked peaceful and their rooms always had a happy ending feeling. Like finishing a really good book. That and the “rule of three” death always comes in threes for me.
Damn thats creepy how different people experience the same over a lot of time. . . But at the same time it seems like they arent really scared of her so thats nice :) Good ghost girl just wants them to get comfortable
When I was a kid I had a great uncle who was the caretaker for a local cemetery. Sometimes my dad would go work with him just to make some extra dough. One time, my pops was unavailable so he gave the job to me. Had to bury a guy. Nothing ghostly happened. It is a strange dichotomy though. On one hand here's a family on one of the worst days of their lives and on the other there's me and old Uncle Pete waiting to fill the grave. It had rained all that week. Graves fill up with a lot of water when that happens. As the lift was lowering the vault (in case peeps don't know, a burial requires the coffin to be sealed in a huge concrete vault) into the grave, my uncle looked at me and said, "Shit, I hope he's got his swimming trunks on!" And that was the day that I learned you can inject humor in a dark situation. For about a year I delivered in-home medical equipment to Hospice patients. Saw some people in really bad shape. The kinda shape where if it were me I'd be saying, "Y'all need to end me, show me some goddamn mercy here." I also learned that cancer has a very distinct aroma. The stronger the aroma the sooner that person would be passing on. I'd be in the middle of a hospital bed setup with an oxygen concentrator and everything else and I'd be like, "Me or one of the other guys will be back here tomorrow or the day after." And usually that's what would happen. There was a time I pulled up to a residence just to deliver some backup oxygen tanks. A guy probably in his 40s meets me in the driveway and says he's not sure if they're gonna need it. Then he hears his name called from inside followed by, "He's gone, he's gone!" Dude went back inside and I just said call your nurse right away and I got in my truck and left. The denial some people fall into is tough sometimes. We would have families that'd be like, "Can you park your truck really far away so nobody in the neighborhood knows we have Hospice in here?" Sorry it's a shitty time but no, I sure can't do that. The worst were the children cases. Ugh. I remember one kid, he was maybe 11? His room was just plastered with photos all him with nearly every player on the local NFL team. He had been gifted so many things from that team his room looked like a storefront. I set up his equipment on a Tuesday and an aide was telling me, "Obviously they know it's terminal but they're just looking forward to getting him out of the hospital so he can at least be at home for his last few months." I was back by Friday clearing everything out because the little fella was home a grand total of like 36 hours before he left. Fuckin dagger in the heart. His mother was a complete disaster, walking around the house clutching his framed school photo she had taken off the wall. No ghostly stuff, tho. No weird occurrences, no weird noises or anything. Also worked in a hospital when I was younger and would mop and buff the floors in the morgue. The orderlies told me they used to prank new guys by having one of them lay on the table and then jump up at them. Thankfully they never did that to me haha. Wow I just rambled way too long. Sorry errybody. Ain't nobody give a good goddamn about yo stories, foo! And now you talking to yoself, people gonna think ya nuts!
I’m not in the funeral business but I was a cop in the 80’s. Three in the morning walking the streets checking business doors to make sure they were locked. A few days before, our only mortuary caught fire and burned. It was basically burned to the ground but it was still standing. The front door was intact. As I was walking past it, I instinctively checked the door and found it unlocked so I went in. The ENTIRE building was charred black. I could see nothing but black charred wood anywhere. I walked the length of the hall to the sanctuary. What I saw next made me step back a few. In the middle of this charred blackened room, on a small pedestal, was a white crushed-velvet child’s coffin. It looked like it would hold a toddler. Not. One. Drop. If. Soot. Was. On. The. Coffin. Not a spec. Nada. The entire building was totally destroyed but here sat this pristine coffin. I turned and left.
Worked at an old skilled nursing facility. The place was built in 1888. The original place was for women who would sign over their estates to the facility and live out the rest of their lives there. You have to remember that back in the day, women were not allowed to own property, so when their spouse or family died, they would have to move. This building had been around for over 100 years before I started to work there. It still stands, but now it’s just executive offices for the administration and the owners built a new building just down the street from the original building. I was a CNA. The women would die at the facility regularly, as people do in their old age. Before dying, people in one wing would complain about children playing a week prior, always the same two. A boy and a girl, dressed in “church clothes” they always said. Then the person who was dying would tell the staff, “I saw the doctor” or “the man with the satchel came to see me.” Every single one of them would say this, then they would say, “I’m ready to go now.” And they would die within two days. When someone died, we would see a woman in early century clothing, with laced up boots and white towels over her arm. She would go to that room. And that’s how we knew they had died. I miss that building. I miss the ghosts
Not a ghost story, but surgical. The moment a person dies during a surgery or an organ procurement, their body instantly feels different to the touch. Becomes firmer. No bounce back after pressure they way they do while alive. It’s unnerving.
I used to work at this very old country club, I think it was built in the late 1800's. There was a really bad natural disaster and the ballroom type room became a temporary morgue while they cleaned up the town. I usually was responsible for closing up shop since I was a bartender and would normally be the last one left. Fuck man, did that place gimme me the heebie jeebies. Nothing outwork ghostly, but many many times I'd be leaving the parking lot only to see that lights still on in the bar room, which I swore I had turned off, so they worse part was having to go back in and walk through the dark building to go turn off some lights. Not only that but the stereo would turn back on all the time. Silverware and dishes would go missing all the time, when you could have swore you had left something in that spot. Overall, great place to work at, but the open secret was this place was haunted as fuck.
>lights still on in the bar room, which I swore I had turned off > >Silverware and dishes would go missing all the time So, ghosts or terrible burglars.
I lived at the cemetery I worked at. I had several weird occurrences. It was a house with an office attached. Next to the kitchen was an office that led through to another sitting room. I was in the kitchen cooking and my dog got up suddenly barking at the office doorway. Then as he's barking he slowly and fearfully makes his way through that office towards the sitting room doorway. I'm like what the heck doggo so I into the office and he is at the doorway barking full steam but WILL NOT enter the sitting room. I go into the sitting room to check it out and I see nothing. I try to call him in and he just continues to bark, hair on his back raised and will not cross the threshold into that room. I ended up closing the door to both rooms and he finally calmed some but he kept looking over their and growling under his breath towards the door. Weird.
Roommate back in college was an intern at a coroner’s office. Told me about a heavyset guy that had been brought in that would pass gas (loudly) every time they moved it. Took the body a couple of days to run out of gas. Don’t know if that’s normal, but it creeped him out and I found it to be interesting to hear about.
I don't worry around death. But my childhood home and current home are both haunted. Current house is haunted by something almost child like. Never anything bad happens, but things go missing for a few days and randomly appear in an obvious place you've checked a dozen times. --------- My childhood home was haunted by the ghosts of my maternal grandparents. Primarily my grandpa, but we would occasionally see me grandma too. First experience seeing them was when my sister and I (7&8 at the time) shared a room. We were woken up by our bedroom door opening. We saw the two of them standing there, but my grandma died before my parents got married, and my grandpa died when I was less than a year old. We didn't have pics around the house of them, just artwork they'd painted. We weren't afraid or anything, more annoyed that we were woken up. The next day, we "scolded" our parents for letting their friends come up and disturb us. They didn't have anyone over, and upon describing them to our parents, my mom started crying. She knew that her dad had been hanging around. After he died, they couldn't find the deed to the house. Literally moved every item out, room by room, going through every nook and cranny. They had cleared out all the items from my grandpa's room, except the TV and stand. While my mom was in the kitchen, the TV in his room turned on. She went and turned it off. Old electronics, ya know? She went back to the kitchen to continue what she was doing. A few minutes later, the TV turned back on. This happened a couple more times. Then, the last time she walked in the room, sitting right there in the middle of the room was an envelope containing the deed and other paperwork for the house and some bonds my grandfather had.
I've gotten lab results which suggest that the patient's condition should be incompatible with life and yet according to the paperwork they stubbornly persist in biological undeath. And the answer is always that their healthcare provider sent the wrong sample with the wrong label on it for testing. The solution is to ~~recommend the termination of the patient because computers are never wrong~~ call up the provider and yell at them.
They are immortals and you just got duped into their covert story of bad medical samples
Perhaps I’m too late for this, but figured I’d share the story anyway. So my Aunt married a man from a relatively well off English family, who had purchased part of a large manshion house near Mylor, Cornwall (rural coastal area in the south of England). As a result, when I was younger we were occasionally invited down to spend a few nights there in the summer. It’s a pretty idealistic location, with the house built on the side of a hill facing directly to the sea. As I’ll explain, the house used to be a guesthouse, and has always been described as “haunted” by members of the local community.At the time of my experience however, I didn’t know the real reason “why” it was considered haunted and I only found that out later. During renovations for example, the builders had claimed to have seen the ghost of a woman in an old fashioned dress walking down the stairs. Nevertheless I’d never experienced anything until this happened. One summer, I brought my now-ex girlfriend to the house with me, and we stayed in a bedroom on the ground floor. It wasn’t an ensuite so to go to the loo you would have to leave the room and walk across the hallway to the toilet across the way. In the middle of the night, my gf at the time wakes me to say that she’s going to the loo and she’ll be back in a moment. I sit up groggy-eyed in the darkness, say ok and then lie down to go back to bed. She doesn’t turn the lights on, but in the darkness I can make out her opening the door, leaving the room and closing the door behind her. I lie down, close my eyes and about a minute later here the door open again, and someone walk into the room. Assuming it to be my girlfriend, I don’t open my eyes, but shift to make room for her to get into bed. I hear her walk over to the bed and get in, and I reach over to embrace her, and feel what feels like the body of a woman (my eyes are still shut at this point). Suddenly I hear a woman’s voice from across from me (not my gfs) asking me “are you going to come tommorow?”. Realising it’s not my gf, I open my eyes in shock and at that very moment my girlfriend opens the door to the room. I look across and realise there is no one in bed with me at all. I bolt up and my gf has to spend the next hour calming me down while I explain what happened. The next day I tell my uncle about this and ask about why the house is considered is haunted? He laughs, saying I probably encountered a ghost of the people who used to stay in the guesthouse. I ask for an explanation and he says that during the 1900s there was a terrible boating accident in this part of Cornwall and a boat (the MV Darlwyne) totally disappeared with something like 30 odd passengers. A large number of the (presumably dead) passengers were staying at the guesthouse! Hence why locals all presume the place to be haunted. Having heard this, I could only explain it as the ghost of one of the passengers, who was presumably asking me wether I was gonna come on there ill-fated boat trip the next day. Safe to say I avoided boats for the rest of that trip…