This story took place in an old hospital I used to work in as a housekeeper. And though the job in itself wasn’t great, nor was my boss pleasant, the stories I have from that time are worth mentioning. Like all old hospitals, this one had its share of ghosts and maybe even a demon or two. Myself being a magnet for the paranormal, I’d come to be comfortable with about 4 ghosts that I would pass, and avoided the ER where the worst one was. But those are stories for another time. This one is when I decided that housekeeping wasn’t for me.

I was going about my rounds, pushing my cart and chatting with the patients on the rehab floor. As I’m sure everyone knows, there are certain codes that goes over the intercoms¬†for different emergencies, Code Blue being a patient having a heart attack for example. Well, it was right before lunch when a code I rarely hear goes off, calling a Doctor to a certain floor. I remember looking at the card I had that showed me what the different codes were and I felt myself go numb. The Call for a doctor meant there was a shooter in the building. I don’t remember what floor the shooter was on, but I knew the drill and to just stay calm while the nurses closed the emergency doors.