This just a quick story.
I am a 35 year old man from England. This story took place nearly 25 years ago when I was 11 years old. I was at a prominent boarding school in the south west of England. At that age I was just starting to get interested in the ideas of the paranormal, and was sure my school was haunted, but until then I’d had no experiences.
It happened one night during the summer term. I got up to go to the loo, it was about 2 o’clock in the morning. It was a very clear night and the moon was bright, so it was easy to find my way through the long corridors to the loo without a torch. On the way back back to my dormitory I noticed how cold it was but didn’t want to run through fear of waking anyone up and being busted out of bed in the middle of the night!
My dormitory was half way down a corridor with a matrons flat next door and another larger dormitory at the far end. There was a bookcase next the door to that dorm, and a couple windows along one wall of the corridor letting in the bright moonlight.
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I was a 19-year-old, 6-month pregnant woman that recently got her CNA certification to work at a nursing home. I can’t disclose the nursing home name because it’s still an active home and the residents don’t need to be bothered.
I was hired to be on the overnight shift and started with two other gals, the turnover rate for CNA on the night shift was very high in this place. There where two floors to the building and one LPN and two nursing assistance to each floor at night. The bottom floor was a secure ward for the Dementia and the Alzheimer’s residents and the upstairs where for the norms that just need to have round the clock care for various reasons. The main duties for the main floor was to answers call lights and see what the resident needed at the time.
The bottom floor duties was a lot more complicated than that. The main concern was to get the residents back in bed, sometimes it was a nice suggestion to lay back down to an all-out freak out from the residents.
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I’m currently pregnant with my first child; a boy that I’m very thankful for, but the way he was conceived into this world and the things I’ve felt while pregnant with him have been anything but normal. At the end of April, this year. I went into septic shock due to untreated sepsis and was admitted to the hospital just before it was too late. I also had high blood pressure, kidney failure, and was completely delusional.
During my week-long stay, I was constantly in and out of sleep, waking from nightmares, touches from nurses who weren’t there when I opened my eyes, even whispers. One night, I was startled awake to a loud gunshot and screaming, only to find pindrop silence. It had to be one of the longest weeks of my life.
When May finally came, I was released on the second. All tests they had taken came back negative, unable to determine the cause of sepsis. My fiancé, Allen and I decided to visit with my sister and her husband, as they lived a few hours away. We were only there for a few days, and the day we drove back, it was pouring rain. We crashed into a state trooped who had someone pulled over on a curb. We lost our car to damages and had to pay a lot of money that we didn’t have.
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So, here goes…
A little bit of background info. I’m a 30-something male, and I work housekeeping for a nursing home. Sometimes, I’m asked to work third shift, which can sometimes be a twelve hour deal, from 8pm to 8am. I’m a bit of a night owl, so this doesn’t bother me.
So, October of 2016, our facility got hit with that nasty flu that was going around. The elderly are more at risk, obviously, so we had sadly lost a few of our residents to it. Now, for those who have never worked in hospitals or nursing homes, let me tell you that hauntings are REAL.
I started my shift like usual. Said “Hello” to the few residents and staff that were out and about the building at that late hour. As I am about to go into the basement, through the central stairwell, I punch in the code, and start to open the door. I see someone pass behind the door, as if they were waiting for me to open it, and as I pause to see who it is, I find the stairwell empty. Just then, I hear a raspy “HaHa!” whispered in my ear, close enough to feel breath, yet the hallway was empty as well.
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So i’ll start with a little background on myself. I was raised by my grandparents my,
mother passed away due to pneumonia and the complications from my birth. I have
a brother that’s three years older than me he was with me when this occurred.
I was about 4 or 5 at the time but still remember so vividly what happened. It was a
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I work at a nursing and rehab Home as a nursing assistant. We have two sections of our building. Side two is rehab. It’s mainly for patients with hip replacements and things like that. Section one, the section I work, deals with more permanent patients, like ones with Alzheimer’s and dementia. I work the three to eleven shift, but at the time of this happening, I worked the eleven to seven shift, the graveyard shift. I have worked in this building for many years and have seen a many strange things happen. My building is also close to five decades olds, so this does help the creep factor alot.
My section has four halls with a large nurses station in the middle. It’s nice because you can sit at the nurses’ station and look down all the halls. This helps out alot at night when you have paperwork
to do and call lights keep going off, which never fails to happen. However this night had been the Q word. Nurses do not like saying the word quite because once you do all you know what breaks loose. This night was no exception. On the graveyard shift my building is usually staffed with at least three assistants and two nurses. Around two thirty in the morning one of the nursing assistants had committed on the lack of activity. She used the Q word, which we gave her a good thrashing about.
Well sure enough about five minutes later, another nursing assistant that was finishing a bed check on her patients came up to us saying one of her patients was acting very unusual. The nurse in charge of that hall, hall four, followed the assistant to the room she was talking about. A few minutes later, that nurse, we will call her Sarah, walked up to the other nurse, which we will call Jenny, and asked her to help her. A few minutes later Jenny came out of the room and called the head nurse on staff. I watched her go in the room with our other assistant. Well by now my curiosity had became piqued. I had to see what all the fuse was about, so I made my way to the room. I could here the head nurse and the others calling the lady’s name.
” This is they way she was acting when I checked on her. She just keeps staring at things.” The assistant who found her said. That was unusual in itself because this lady always talked. This was totally out of character. As I listened outside the door, the head nurse decided that we needed to send her to the hospital. Well this must be very serious I thought so I decided to see if I could help in anyway. As I began to walk through the threshold of the room, I got an eerie feeling. It actually made me stop at the enterance. I looked at the patient and will never forget it.
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So let’s begin with at the time of this I was working at a local restaurant chain and I was working a swing shift, so I would often be alone. I would go in at 4am and open at 6am and then later in the week close the restaurant at 9pm and be there till 11pm for these hours I was alone. I am a female standing 5″2 and about 140lbs so an average 26year old.
Now I enjoy being alone, I liked the time to myself getting paid without dealing with people and cleaning or prepping for the day or the next day. But anyways, I didn’t really notice much of anything out of the ordinary at first, but one night I was about 15minutes till close and I had started cleaning up watching the clock and the empty parking lot.
Well no one had come in and finally it was closing time so I walked over to the door and pulled the neon open signs cord out and walked directly to the bathrooms. Now where I worked lots of drug addicts would use the individual bathrooms to shoot up or smoke etc so I always checked the bathrooms before I locked up.
Anyways I make sure to bang on the doors really loudly before I open the doors and make sure no one is inside before I turn off the lights and make sure to check the lobby.
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A bit of backstory: I am a female, and the school I went to at the time was very old, and had a fair bit of incredibly disturbing legends and stories surrounding it, lots of stories about mysterious deaths and suicides on the property. For example: when the school was a high school, a girl was severely bullied all day, every day, so one day, after being humiliated in front of the whole school, she followed the janitor up to the roof, hid until he left, then…. she jumped.
I am still unsure if the story about the girl was true, or if it was told just to scare me, but the events that take place in this story make me lean more so towards the fact that this story could be true.
This happened a while ago, and as I look back at this I wish I never tried to investigate…
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I used to be a real Apple-head. The kind of guy who got every new product no matter if I needed it or not. I’ve got a Samsung now, and the reason I switched… nobody believes me when I tell them. Except for my grandmother, that is. Let me give you a little background.
My grandma on my dad’s side, her name’s Berith, is a real luddite. She doesn’t even have a phone, much less an iPhone. But she wasn’t always like this. Whenever we (me and my beautiful twin sisters) ask her why she is this way she usually just changes the subject, but one time during a family reunion when she had too much to drink she finally gaves us the truth…
Apparently when she was a little kid and radios were becoming a commonplace items in the American homestead, she got her own radio. She would love listening to the news and music alike, but one time, after a sleepover, one of her friends (or so she thought) had written the number 666 on the radio dial. Grandma was annoyed, but she turned it on to the channel that was now labelled 666 and something weird happened. A voice emerged from the radio saying, in a demonic voice, “I will kill you and everyone you ever cared about”. She was shocked, obviously, because you can’t air that kind of stuff, especially not back then! In her surprise, she accidentally knocked it over and it fell down to the floor, broken. Suddenly it started talking again: “Hmph… I don’t take kindly to humans breaking my vessels. Next, I will take a vessel you would never want to break…” She obviously promptly threw it out, and if what she says is to be believed, to this day she has never owned an electronic appliance again.
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My boyfriend at the time and I had just moved into our first apartment together. We were both 18 and it was nothing fancy and the neighborhood wasn’t great. We were on the 2nd floor and our windows in the living room/kitchen area faced north and south. and it was a straight shot in between. There was only one road bordering the complex which ran East to West.
We heard a lot of banging and thudding. Our floors would randomly shake at times. We usually just attributed it to inconsiderate neighbors. Sometimes things would go missing and reappear somewhere random. One night a giant flame shot up from our stove burner even though everything with off. We tried to grow some veggies out on the little balcony but they died no matter what we did. The place overall had a very negative, depressing energy to it.
A few months passed and nothing really major had happened. We were both sleeping one night. I awoke to him leering over me with his eyes open as wide as they could possibly go. He put his hand over my throat. I pushed him away and started flipping out on him. He just let out a growl , then sort of flopped back onto the bed. I went into the living room and stayed on the couch for awhile. When he woke up he had no memory of anything like that happening the night before. He had never been violent before, so I believed him.
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