First story : Patient had been in CCU( where I work at the time) for a long period of time( six months) we had finally been transferred to med surg floor and he coded. We worked on him for 45 min to an hour and he had no heartbeat or heart rhythm the entire hour and the docs had decided to call it and his family walk in the room leans over him and scratch his chest lightly and says his name and immediately regains a heartbeat and regains consciousness.
Second Story : Patient comes in coding and we are working on him and we are getting nothing, so we bring in his wife to say goodbye and she starts hollering at him at the top of her lungs and he comes back so we arrange transfer to a tertiary hospital and he codes again so she comes back and hollers at him again and comes back again, cut to they are loading him into the helicopter and he codes again, so they bring him back into our ER after working on him for a bit on the helipad and his wife screams at him again and once again he instantly comes back. Eventually they decide to have his wife ride in helicopter with him to make sure she can scare him back to life if he were to code again. The guy ended up life and received at heart graft and is still alive to this day all thanks to his wife frightening the life back into him.
I worked overnight security in one of the largest, best, and oldest hospitals in the US. My fellow security officers and I all have stories about one building in particular, but the one that I’ll tell is the one that happened to me.
The Backstory : This hospital was built in the late 1800′ s and it was the original psychiatric building for this hospital. Now, being the late 1800′ s , not much was truly known about psychiatric disorders. On top of that, this hospital was known for its medical research. With both of those facts blended, you can infer that some terrible shit was done to these misunderstand psych patients in this building. A couple years before I started working security there, this building had been converted into offices after the newly built part of the hospital dedicated a section for an updated psych ward. My story : My rounds for that night happened to include told building. At night this building was empty, due to lately being converted into offices and the dronings who worked there wanting to leave promptly at 1700, if not earlier. In some of their haste, they left their office doorways unlocked, which is a big no no due to medical information being located in their offices. It was our duty to go to each floor, and make sure every door was locked, and if it wasn’t, to procure it ourselves.
I did my initial sweep of the building to make sure it was clear( nobody in the building ), and started to be do my doorway checks. The hallways were pretty narrow, so I could check both sides of the hallway’s doorways at once. At the end of this hallway there was two situateds of doorways you had to go through to reaching the final office, which was a dead end. Everything was secure. Awesome. Time for the next floor.
I exited the two situates of doorways from the dead end office and stood absolution frozen from what I saw.
Every door ajar. Set perfectly so their own weight wouldn’t cause them to shut again. And one wheelchair, at the end of said hallway, facing towards the steps.
I had heard other security officers outright repudiate that set of rounds due to strange stuff happening there, but I laughed it off until that night happened. Never took those rounds again.
Second story : The old children’s ICU is currently under construction to be turned into medical labs, so we have to patrol the area. Once again to make sure the area is secure, or to report if the contractor/ foreman stayed to plan for the next day.
When patrolling this area, several security officers have reported assuring a single white male child around the age of 5-7 with short brown hair( guess 90′ s bowl cut ). I personally dismissed this( this was before the psych ward incident) as a tall tale told with the intent to scare me because I was new at the time.
I got that builds patrol one night, and a foreman who remained late called security and asked for a security officer to come up’ because a kid locked himself in a room, and I don’t want him to get hurt with all the open wires in there.’ Or something to that effect.
I unlocked the door for him. Seemed in what could only be a 10 x 8 room for about 10 min. No kid. Called it in as a false alarm, and finished my patrol.
Third Story : Had a special detail( aka babysitting) a violent psych patient, along with another security officer. He woke up in the middle of the night, distinguished the other policeman, and said hello.
He sees me and immediately starts screaming at me not to hurt him. Now, I’m a rather large gentleman( at 6′ 2 and 250 lbs ), but I try not to stimulate myself too intimidating around psych patients as to not intensify the situation.
Well, he maintains calling for me not to hurt him, and he tells if I promise not to, he would induce something good happen for me. I promise, he soothed down, goes back to sleep, and I forget about it.
Next day I got a permanent situated of rounds and a pretty good promotion. Easily a coincidence, but interesting nonetheless.
Fourth Story : Fellow security officer had rounds in the aforementioned psych build. Heard a call on the radio, in what could only be described as dry throat terror voice, for one policeman for back up. I was close so I responded to his bellow letting him know I was on the way.
When I got there he had his head between his knees, and was silently exclaiming with a shattered chandelier a couple feet next to him.
Now, before I had experienced the abnormal occurs in this building, I would have written off his testimony off as idiocy. But he claimed that something held him in that spot as the chandelier started swinging wildly until it started to fall. When it started to fall he was’ “lets get going”‘ and allowed to move, and scrambled out of the style before it hit him.
Got him up, pacified him down, and took him back to the superintendent. She yelled to one of our other superintendents’ nearly lost another one in[ insert building name here ]!’ The other superintendent giggled and told’ Why do you think we send the new guys! Haha, you know I don’t even like going over there !’
That guy is my roommate and detests when I bring up that experience.
I had cared for an elderly female with no family who came to us when her husband succumbed. She didn’t speak often but when she did it was usually just terms that stimulated no sense together. I felt even worse for her because ever since she had arrived so many of the residents in her region that she seemed to enjoy spending time with had passed in such a short timespan. She put up a picture of each of them next to her pictures of her husband and several others who were probably family to remember them. I had ad always felt sorry for her and presented her extra attention and we became close. It just seemed so unfair that she had such luck and kept losing people that she cared about. One day she looked at me and said plain as day” sweetie, I guess I’m done now” and handed me a scene. It was a picture of me and I smiled because it touched my heart that I was that important to her. She passed nearly a week subsequently and I wept for days, it hit me really hard. She knew it was the end for her and she told goodbye as best she could.
A little less than two years later I was talking with a colleague and she came up in dialogue. My colleague referred to her as” that crazy bitch” which seemed very out of character for her and it shocked and offended me deeply. I carried this to her , not so nicely and she looked at me with this shocked look and told ” oh dear, do you not know ?” and then explained something to me that I hadn’t known. As it turned out, it came out sometime after she had passed that she had killed her husband by poisoning him and that there was an investigation because it is a fact that she had a rite of befriending person, procuring a picture of them, and concealing the picture until she could kill them( usually by poisoning) and then displaying the picture as a kind of trophy. It was suspected that this may have been the reason for the spike in mortality rate during her stay and the considerable number of photos in her “collection”. The last I heard, the old “family” photos weren’t any relation to her and the police were trying to ID the individuals and compare them to several cold cases.
Psychiatric RN here….I ran in an acute care adult unit, but was sent to work with the kids one evening shift. It was after 10 pm, all patients were in their rooms and in bed. I heard small children screaming and a psych tech trying to calm him. I ran to the room, the 7 year old boy was hysterical. He was crying, sweating, and shaking. He said he saw’ something ‘. After he determined down, he told me that he saw a white man with gray hair in a hospital gown in his room. While we discussed what he saw, the child froze in dread, tears rolling down his face….he told ” Ms ., whoawhoawhoathere, be still. Oh my God he’s right behind you .”
We decided to address’ the man’ and tell him that the little boy was scared…the son said the man turned around and left after that. The only thing anyone in the unit would have heard was the son calling at the beginning…all other debate was in his room and quiet.
Not even 3 minutes later, a 17 year old male at the end of the corridor started hollering. I operated to his room…he was standing on his bed trying to get away from a white man in a hospital gown.
I have a couple tales, one from my mother and one from me. My mother’s is probably the most creepiest and has always stuck with me. Especially with all the paranormal stuff she has seen.
My mom worked night shift at the hospital in Arizona, in a town by the border, and go figure. Old mining town. Well anyways, she’s working her night shift running room to room when an old lady who strolled the corridors due to insomnia told her some weird goatman kept trying to get in through the doors. My mom didn’t think anything of it, but she is Catholic and had those moments of mutely praying to herself.
After a few moments, there was a screaming, she couldn’t explain it, but that it was a horrible screaming that attained your blood turn to ice. She than went to the nurses station to ask if anyone else heard that, in which they did. Go to realize that shriek was heard all around the hospital. Freaking everyone out, especially paranormal religious dames and men. A few of them go to look out the Windows and see hoof marks by the doors and windows, and the marks had no trail towards or away from the building.
My story was pretty creepy. I too became a cna, and ran a locked down dementia and Alzheimer unit at night. I’ve had creepy moments. But this one will always stick with me.
I was finishing up my binders when a light goes off out of the dorm, so I took it, punched my code in and used to go since the other cna was busy with someone else. I go in, ask if everything is ok. Sleepily my little lady tells me there’s a darn women who keeps knocking on her window wanting to come in, and that she really wants to go back to sleep. She insists I go and let her in, and I’m thinking to myself, Ohhh No, this sounds all too familiar … I reassure her, peek out the window , nothing. Maybe she was dreaming, and really tired and mistook it as her room mate.
After that incident I head back into my unit. Sit, feed a snack, chat with my head nurse, talk with my usual insomniacs, intellect you it’s around 3ish am now. Light goes off, and in my unit. Also, this division has no outbound lines at all. I head down to her foyer, and ask if all is ok. My lady says she can’t sleep, person holds banging on her window and she is scared. I pretty much about crapped myself at this point. I again reassure my lady thinking, what just happened. I tell my nurse and she giggles and told, this has been happening for years. Great.
CNA here, have been working night shift at hospitals for 7 years now and I have quite a few stories. Came into work one night and Jen, one of the nurses, told me and my other coworker Jay the creepiest thing happened a few hours earlier. A patient had passed in one of the rooms abruptly. The room was cleaned and was speedily occupied by another patient who had coded, was pronounced dead, but was resuscitated.
Soon after being admitted in his room he complained to the nurse,” I can’t be in here. This human won’t stop looking at me. He’s really worried about his puppy. His puppy doesn’t know that he’s dead .” She had assumed he was just seeing things and said,” Oh yeah? What does he look like ?” He described the deceased patient perfectly. I could see the colds running down her spine as she was telling us her story. Turns out “the mens” did have a puppy as well. The new admit was moved to another room.
Jay said,” I don’t believe in ghosts. Those aren’t real. I wanna see it. Tonight I’m gonna elicited it so it can show itself .” 3 AM rolls around and all 3 of us are at the nurse station. Jay starts playing YouTube videos of various types of puppy voices. Soon after two lift team guys come up, we forget what we’re doing and start another dialogue. Abruptly, we all hear it, except for Jay. A dog bark. In the same room. Aloud, clear as ever. The lift squad guys say,” Does someone have a dog in here ?” Jen and I simultaneously shit ourselves.
When I ran in a nursing home there was an elevator between the different levels as well as stairs at the far end. It was shaped like a u with the nurses station on one tip of the u and the residents spread out around the unit so hypothetically you could see all the exits and stop any confused residents. I was studying to be an RN at the time so I always did night shift. Here’s the thing though. The elevator would randomly one a night run from the top floor to the bottom, and then about an hour afterward come back up to the floor you were on.
I didn’t think anything of it guessing it was a oddity of the system or something. That was until the night I considered her, the” lady in pink “.
I was in the nurse’s station analyzing and seemed up to see what looked like a resident who had sundowners in pink walking without her walker to the elevator from her room on the other end of the unit. So me being a good nurse I operated to stop her falling or falling down the stairs. But here’s the thing. I get there and she’s not there. So I check her room and the sides of her bed are up and she is unconscious.
Then as I’m walking back I notice the call button is illuminated up. The elevator opens, the door shuts and the elevator moves with no one in it.
I tell my coworkers the next morning( merely me on nightshift) and they tell me it’s the dame in pink. Tell me they had this huge Samoan guy who worked there 2 weeks doing nights until he saw the lady in pink then he cease. So me being the big, strong, masculine figure I was, I did the only logical thing. I cease and got a job as security in a high security psych facility. I favor my threat visible thank you very much.
My mom used to be a RN at a hospital in a small western township. This hospital was connected to a senior living home and at night, the RN over-watched both sides of the building( hospital and living home ). She was usually the overnight RN and would have either one or two CNAs working as well. She has experienced this apparition about 6 or 7 times during her 10 year stint there and everyone has referred to the apparition as” The Man in Black “. Each experience was identical except for the locating in the building.
Frequently throughout the night, she would have to do her rounds( checking vitals, etc .) and would have to walk around a corner from the nurses’ station/ ER towards the( 6) beds in the hospital and towards the senior home. She would ensure the apparition either right after rounding the corner or right after walking out of a room and strolling to the next. Outside of the next room, she would ensure the same apparition. The apparition was of a person in a black, old( old west kind) suit with worn black cowboy boots and worn black cowboy hat to match. The creepiest thing about this human( presuming) is that his face was not very distinct. She would describe it as though a man’s face was drawn with charcoal and slightly smeared stimulating it somewhat blurred. He was about 6′ 5 ” and would tower over her 5′ 5 ”. But when ever she would consider him( whether its 10 feet or 3 feet away ), he would stand there looking at her and then turning and walk into the room he was outside of. When she would walk into that room, there would not be any other person in there or anything out of place. The first few times scared her to a anxiety but she slowly only went on without letting it freak her out. But with this man arrived some extra attention to the patient.
The kicker was that, in about 90% of all the experiences watched by other RNs as well, the patient’s health would degenerate in the next few days and the patient most often passed away shortly after. So, whenever the over night RN insured” The Man in Black”, extra precautions would be taken with that patient. Another weird thing about the apparition is that it is always assured by only the RN. Not a single CNA has personally ensure the apparition. My mom always said that he knew who would be able to help the most at the time. I, on the other hand, took it as the totally opposite. I always thought that it was almost to mock the RNs because he would let them know that something was going to happen but they could not do anything about it. Even though I am not an RN to see him, it still creeps me out every time I walk down the halls and she points out where she has watched him.
42. ” Pointing Right Over My Shoulder “~ ATAGEND
Every night before the next transformation comes in, I check on all my patients, make sure their briefs are clean, refill water pitchers, etc. This is usually right after sunset. Three different patients in three different rooms have told me they’re frightened of the tall, thin human standing in the corner, pointing right over my shoulder.
It’s really unsettling.
I work on a pediatric bone marrow transplant division, and sadly we have a lot of children that pass. Our kids stay here for longer periods of time( usually 1-6 months just inpatient) so we have to rotate them to different rooms to make sure everything is clean.
One particular 3-year-old boy doesn’t have household come visit. He never really communicates with staff and would only occasionally chatter to himself. We moved him to a room where a little girl had recently passed and we started noticing him talking to different places in the room and gazing/ nodding when alone. Then he started telling new English words though he hadn’t had an increase in visitors.
My coworkers are convinced he’s talking to the little girl that succumbed there, and though I’m a pretty skeptical person, I still get the crawlings when I walk by and insure him talking to himself.
I work in a level 1 trauma center receiving for 11 counties( connoting a fair sum of bloodbath routinely ). One morning between 3 and 4am I was alone in the bay( we have 4 trauma bays and 2 resus rooms in a rectangle surrounding a nursing station) catching up on documentation. I became aware of a human strolling from behind me on my right, outside the nurse station and into one of the trauma rooms. Except I hadn’t heard any doors open( big noisy motion activated doorways ). He looked at me over his shoulder as he walked through the room doorways, but didn’t answer when I called out, “Hello?”
I strolled around( losing site of the bay door as I rounded a big column) to make sure it wasn’t a lost guest and there was no one there. There’s no way out other than the door, and it was out of my sight line for maybe a second max.
I subsequently related the tale and heebie-jeebies I felt while I was looking for the strange dude to another nurse. She said she’d had an identical experience that same week. People bring it up from time to time, same tale. Guy strolls into the room, and then is gone by the time you go look for him. We’ve decided to just leave him alone. I hope he finds what he’s looking for though.
I was working a night shift, looking after one patient who needed supervision due to his hallucinations.
This patient had a routine where he would like to go out for a cigarette every hour, I took him out on a wheelchair for a cigarette which seemed to increase his hallucinations. I had been taking this patient out multiple times during the course of its night. At around midnight I took him outside, for his last cigarette before going to sleep.
Once “were in” outside, he asked me if I could see a small ginger boy trying to get out of the locked cafe in front of us. I told no as I did with all of his hallucinations, this seemed to help reduce the length of period they appeared for.
He then informed me he could see a man and a dog operating towards us, this is the dead of night wi