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.
But as I was trying to relax by my cart, a commotion by the elevators catches my attention. I look up and there’s a swat team! And I knew my heart picked up as I was staring down a barrel of one of their automatics. Not wanting to cause trouble, I raised my hands, and walked into a utility closet, knowing you’d need a key to get into which only the Housekeepers kept. Rude I know, leaving the nurses out there while I hid in a closet. But that was my plan since we never went over what to do if there was a shooter in the building.
So I sat in the closet, texting my parents and emailing friends in a panic and telling them all that was going on. I was scared. I never heard gun shots, but I refused to leave that closet until I heard an all-clear. I was un there an hour after I was supposed to be gone for lunch, still texting my parents in order to just stay calm.
Thankfully, the all-clear came and I left the closet. But that was the day I started thinking ‘Maybe working in a hospital, isn’t the best thing in the world.’ I went home after work and hugged my family, happy to be alive, and glad I was off the next day.