Back story: My grandma has multiple sclerosis, and due to that she can’t move from the shoulders down. She can talk normal and move her head, but thats the extent. She has a fantastic attitude though, and she’s witty and loves to joke. She has 24/7 care, helpers from 8am to 10pm, and she lives with my aunt who cares for her.
One day my mom texts me telling me my grandma is in the hospital with an infection, and they need someone to stay with her overnight. My aunt has 3 kids at home (two of which are 5 & 3) she needs to get ready for school.
My mom at the time had a truck load of personal items because she was moving to a new house my parents recently purchased, so she couldn’t stay. Apparently when my aunt left my grandma in the hospital room with the nurses to take a phone call, they left her and she hadn’t used the restroom yet and no one came back to check on her. So she had to wait in her waste until my aunt came back to the hospital to tell her. Mind you, she can’t move to push a button. So none of us felt that she should be left in the nurses “care”.
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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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What Im about to tell is very true. Only
two other people know about it one being
my wife, the other being a friend that was
Id like to give a little back story of me,
so maybe you can understand my skills
and abilities. I grew up hunting and
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This story take place back when I was about five years old. My family lived in a rural area. All houses were wery far apart. We were no strangers to all sorts of wildlife. So, my dad built a ten feet high wire fence with a gate, so he can access the woods around the back yard. I know, he was a bit too protective
One day I was plaing in a sand pile, net to the fence. I had my favourite toy, red pickup truck. Then dad walked by, to the gate, opened it and said:
,, Would you like to go get firewood with me ?”
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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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It was the early 1980s, and my dad and uncle both bought a summer home in the countryside which had some beautiful dense woods behind it. We would often go there over the summer, and enjoyed the serenity of nature away from the city. At that time, my cousin and I would hang out a lot together, and we spent many hours hiking deep into the woods behind the house. And being independent kids, we decided to take my dad’s camping equipment and set up an overnight campsite about 100 feet from the house. We did this every day, and it became the thing we did every summer. Our parents were always nearby in the house, though, and always kept their windows open where they could easily hear us if we shouted. They were totally okay with us being alone in the woods at night, and sometimes even pushed us to spend more time there when we didn’t feel like it. It became our favorite getaway from the city, and each summer we looked forward to going.
One particular summer, we weren’t going to go because my uncle had to go out of state. But I had been waiting all year to go and was devastated after hearing that we wouldn’t be going after all. It mean’t that I’d have to go to day camp with all the annoying kids from school, and I was usually bullied there. Being a five hour drive north, my parents weren’t going to make such a trip without my uncle and his family – so the answer was no and no. I never was a nagging child and often tried to help out, but this summer you bet I acted like a bad boy. I made the summer pretty difficult whenever I could, and always mentioned to them how they could make it better. I didn’t want to wait another whole year, and tried my best to convince them with whatever tactic I thought would work. To my surprise, my constant nagging seemed to have worked on them, because one day they finally gave in. I later realized that it was probably because a family friend decided to come along with us and make the trip worth our while. We traveled together for five straight hours and finally reached our destination, and I could smell that pine wood scent again and got ready to build my campsite.
It took a little longer than usual because I was all alone, but I got it all set up nice and dandy. I had gone camping many times with my cousin before, and I felt confident enough to be alone in the dark. Although, I did decide to to set up my tent much closer to our house this time just in case. The sun began to set, and I glanced at my watch – it was probably about 8:35pm. There was this unusual quietness that made me a bit anxious, but I was usually chatting with my cousin and just thought I never noticed it. Part of our camping experience was reading science fiction novels until we got tired and fell asleep, and for this night I brought an exciting new book I had wanted to read for some time. Flashlight in one hand and book in the other, I began to read. This flashlight was one of those heavy metal ones that often flickered out. Hitting it a couple times usually did the trick.
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Back in 1991 when my husband and I were married about a year and a half, we were laying in bed talking about daily life, our future, etc. He was laying facing his side of the room, which would be a wall and with his back facing me, and I was laying facing my wall with my back facing him, so back-to-back. Anyway, we’re lying in our bed in the dark, and I started talking about sad moments that have happened to me or relatives that I was remembering who have passed away, and my husband would mumble “hmm-hmm,” or “oh, I’m sorry to hear that, hon,” but by now, he’s falling asleep and probably not really listening. After going on for about a good ten minutes, I mentioned something that was really sad that affected me, and I kind of teared up a bit and my voice was cracking and I’m sniffling, and at that moment, I felt several taps on my shoulder thinking my husband reached over and was trying to make me feel better and comfort me. After the taps on my shoulder, I said, “Thanks, Honey – that was nice of you.” My husband said in a groggy voice, “Thank me for what?” I said, “For tapping my shoulder and comforting me.” He waited a few seconds, and said, “What are you talking about? I didn’t tap your shoulder…” I said, “Yes, you did – just now, three times.” He replied, “Sweetie, I never touched you…I’m facing the wall! I haven’t moved since we got into bed!” At that moment, I slowly turned over and saw my husband laying on his side facing the wall, and I’m thinking how I never felt the mattress move IF he had turned over to tap my shoulder…I said again, “Someone just tapped my shoulder three times as if to say “I’m sorry to hear your sad stories.” Again, my husband was emphatic and repeated, “I did not tap your shoulder! I haven’t moved!!” I was freaked out by what just happened…there truly was no way my husband could have physically rolled over without me feeling the bed move – he’s 6’5″, 400 pounds, so I would have DEFINITELY felt him rolling over! This has been an unsolved mystery to me ever since, and I guess that I’ll never know who tapped my shoulder that night way back in 1991.