Trippy Tale # 24...More Personal Ghost Stories!

Real Ghost Stories From Real People!

"No Smoking!"



"I inherited a house that my great-great grandfather had bought the land as a young man and eventually built a huge house on it. My great-grandfather and my grandmother (his daughter) were born in the house. My mother spent almost her whole childhood in that house. Twelve people had died in the house, including my mother – which was an odd situation in itself. My whole point is that there was HISTORY with a capital “H”.
I only spent vacations there growing up, but the house and everything in it always gave me the creeps. Then I inherited the whole thing – now I’m not saying that I believe in ghosts but this house, which I still own, is frightening. Let me tell you why:
I hired a plumber to fix the antique plumbing that runs through the attic – don’t ask, it’s a weird place. My grandmother, who in life was a cantankerous bitty – no other word for it – hated smoking, HATED IT. I left the plumber, who remembered my grandmother and had worked on the house before, to go about doing the plumbing stuff he had to do. I left the house to do errands, no one else was there.
When I got back about a half an hour later, he’s outside packing up his truck, I said, “where are you going?” Because he wasn’t done – it wasn’t possible. He told me that there was NO WAY he’d ever go into the house again, he was visibly shaking and his eyes kept darting over to the house. After a few minutes of me telling him I’d cancel the deposit check, I’d sue him – whatever, I was pissed! He finally told me what happened – he said that he lit up a cigarette in the attic and that he felt a cold rush of air behind his back and heard my grandmother say, “There’s no smoking in my house, PUT IT OUT!”
If you’re sitting in the downstairs library you can hear things moving upstairs, you can hear footsteps, things being dragged – I wish I was kidding. We’ve sat downstairs with people who’ve never been there and watched their faces as they realize that no living person is upstairs. We don’t enhance the story or try to scare people because the bedrooms are upstairs. I tell them it’s the wind in the trees. Do I believe in ghosts? hmmm…I’ve never seen one. I’ve never felt afraid, just mildly creeped out. But when I’m not at the house, which is most of the time – I’m fairly sure it’s occupied by the previous tenants. And I’ll never sell it because where would they go?"

"The Breathing Mickey Lamp"

"I was remembering an event that happened to me when I was about 3-4 years old. If anyone can shed some light on what exactly this thing was or has stories of their own to share, please do so.

My parents obtained from my grandmother a rather useful lamp for my bedroom. It was a lamp where Mickey Mouse formed the lamp base and the light and shade were directly above him. The lamp portion could be turned off and Mickey himself turned on to function as a nightlight. This was placed on top of the dresser which was at the foot of my bed so it was practically right over me.

The first night while trying to sleep I hear a sound that is hard to describe. I guess we'll call it the sound of stretching plastic. I open my eyes to find that Mickey has opened his mouth, revealing a row of teeth. I remember this quite vividly, so much so that I remember making out a plastic edge along the inside of his mouth, similar to the edge around a shampoo bottle or anything else that was two halves fused together.

This shouldn't have been possible since the lamp was a piece of plastic and shouldn't even have a mouth that opens. So I cry and scream for my mom who comes in and after explaining that Mickey made a face at me she told me it was a bad dream and to ignore it.

Night after night this thing would torment me by making various faces, and if I kept my eyes closed in an attempt to ignore it it would make sounds instead. I even remember an instance where I was lying on my side, opened my eyes and the lamp was now on the floor, looking up at me.

My parents insist it's just bad dreams and to ignore it. However, after about two weeks of this my mom got sick of being woken up by my screaming so she humored me by covering the lamp with a pile of clothes so I couldn't see it and to show me it's nothing to worry about.

This didn't deter the lamp, it merely changed tactics. Since I couldn't see it it resorted to making sounds. It's favorite would be to make a low breathing sound, which would get louder and louder and louder until I again freaked out and cried for my parents.

One morning I wake up and as I walk past the dresser to leave my room I heard that familiar creaking plastic sound. I turn to look and there was a gap in the clothing. The lamp had turned its head to look at me through this gap. The eyes were glowing bright red.

This again continues for several weeks. I tell my whole family and everyone I know and EVERYONE tells me to ignore it and that it's my imagination. So with no one believing me and no one supporting me on this I try to convince myself that yes it really is my imagination.

My aunt is babysitting me one day and she's in my room helping me get dressed. Well the lamp decides to act up and did its usual breathing trick. I kept telling myself "just ignore it it's not real" and the breathing kept getting louder. I was looking at my aunt to see if she reacted since this was the first time it had done something while someone else was in the room.

She didn't react at all. I was convinced yes this must be my imagination then since she can't hear it. The breathing didn't stop and she could see me getting nervous but I kept trying to play it off and said nothing was wrong. After awhile I couldn't take it anymore and ran out of the room. I remember the look on my aunts face and I felt bad. She was baffled and thought she had done something wrong or hurt me in some way.

I FINALLY convinced my mom to just get rid of the damn lamp and the next night it was gone. I didn't care what she did or question this. I was a little kid and just glad it was gone. It may have been my imagination but at least it was gone right?

Fast forward till I'm in my late teens. I had left this lamp behind me as a memory since it was just my imagination right? I was thinking about it one day though and out of curiosity I asked my mom what she had done with it. She had put it in the attic and then gave it to my sister many years later when she was born and a few years old.

I then go to my sister and asked her if she remembered the lamp and she said she did. I asked her if it did anything weird and she said "Yeah I hated it! It would breathe!"

Well, all those scars were reopened and now I'm back to wondering what the hell kind of entity was that?! For those that are wondering, the lamp is gone. My sister complained just as I did, so the lamp was given to my cousins. They complained of breathing as well, and the lamp was then sold to a stranger at a yard sale.

So that's my story. Does anyone else have a good one to share?"

(I don't know about y'all, but if that had been me...I'da had to slip that lamp a MICKEY!!)

Trippy Tale # 23..."Blue"

"Blue"

By "The Inspector"

(@ "personal ghost stories")



"This is a long story, so stay with me: When a was younger I was living in an old part of Liverpool that had been bombed during the war, most of the houses on the street I lived on were either destroyed, badly damaged or empty. I lived on the top floor of an old Victorian row house, the houses either side, were empty and boarded up.
There was a young couple on the ground floor, the middle floor was empty and I lived on the top my with my dog, Blue, and Old English sheepdog, blind as a bat. One evening, I was making my dinner, when I heard awful screaming coming from downstairs. I looked over the banister to see the girl that lived on the ground floor crawling up the stairs screaming and screaming that he was dead. I ran downstairs and she was hysterically pointing to their bedroom. I went inside and there’s her boyfriend, Tony, laying on the floor, he’s dressed in women’s clothing, fishnet tights, high-heels, short skirt, etc, he’d tied himself in chains with snap-locks and had put a plastic bag over his head. I could see his contorted face through the plastic, his eyes and mouth wide open as he must have struggled for his dying breath. I leaned over and touched him, but he was stiff as a board, I guess he’d been dead for some time. Anyway, the cops and ambulance came and took the body away, and his girlfriends family came and took her away too.
They came back a couple of days later for some of her things and threw out a bunch of his stuff, amongst which, was an almost new electric drill motor that I rescued from the trash. They also asked me to feed the cat they had until things got settled and gave me tins of cat food. So for about three or four weeks, I got into the habit of feeding the cat last thing, at night before I went to bed.
The apartments were laid out such that all the rooms, (living room, bathroom, bedroom, etc), opened into a central hallway and each room had its own doorlock. When she left, the only room she left open was the kitchen for me to feed the cat...all the others were locked tight.
So the fateful night arrives, and I’m not making this up: Saturday night and I’m watching a late night horror movie called ‘The Norliss Tapes’ about a dead guy that won’t stay dead, there’s a storm outside with thunder and lightning rattling the windows and blowing through the house like a Banshee. About an hour into the movie, there’s a tremendous bang from somewhere in the house, and I think, "Oh, it’s only the doors on the middle floor that were never locked swinging closed with the wind"...time passes and there’s another bang, Blue’s all a tremble, and I leap out of my skin.
The dead guy in the movie won’t stay dead, there’s a freaking storm going on outside, and now there’s a door somewhere in the house banging...and I’m all alone.
The movie finally ends at 1:00 am or whatever, and I says to Blue, "Come on lets go feed the cat"...I open a tin of cat food and proceed down the flights of stairs, (BTW the light switch in the stairwell were an old fashioned sucker type, you pushed them in and after a while they popped out to shut the light off). We pass the middle apartment and all the doors are closed, I pause for a moment wondering, then shrug and carry on. I’m halfway down the last flight of stairs to where I can see his bedroom door, and the door starts to slowly open, swinging inwards; the door has been locked since Tony died.
The door gets halfway open, stops, then slams shut with a might crash, then, right at that moment, the sucker switch clicks off and the lights go out, it’s absolutely pitch black. The cat food goes flying and it’s a race between Blue and I who gets upstairs first; I won. I get back to my flat and my heart is pounding and I’m absolutely terrified, none of my doors have locks on them and there’s only one way out of the house and that’s past his bedroom door; no external fire escape in those days. I stood there for a while wondering what to do and eventually pushed on the light switch, went to the banister and looked over; and there, standing in the stairwell three floors below me is Tony looking up at me, and he’s still got the plastic bag on his head!
Why my heart didn’t stop right then and there, I’ll never know. There’s only one other way out and that’s a 2’ square hole in the wall between the row house’s filled with a single layer of drywall as an emergency escape. I kicked at the drywall like a madman until it broke and crawled through into the house next door which had been boarded up for years. There’s crap all over the floor and I stumbled out of the room in the dark and down the stairs, halfway down the second flight the stairs had fallen away and I flew through the air and crashed onto the landing with the wind knocked out of me. I got up and ran down the final flights and to the front door, but I can’t get the stinking door open, I didn’t know how to open it in the dark, and I’m still terrified, expecting Tony to grab me any minute wanting his drill back.
I went into the front room and started kicking and banging at the plywood that had been nailed from the outside. Eventually the plywood fell out and I jumped through the window, I landed on a nail with my knee which hurt like hell, then took off down the street.
I wandered the streets for I don’t know how long, ending up at a friend’s house at 4:00 am. I went back to the house later that day with a bunch of friends and got my stuff, I never told anyone what had happened, I just said I had a beef with the landlord.
I was frightened even in the daylight with my buddies to go into that house and I look back over the years and wonder just what I did see that night; I don’t believe in ghosts or any kind of supernatural events, but at that moment I was as scared as I’ve ever been.
But the saddest part is Blue was gone, I guess he followed me through the hole and got lost, I never did find him again.
It’s the stone cold truth. Happened in 1973, I wasn’t drunk or on drugs either. At one time, I thought it was my buddies playing a trick on me, but none of them ever coughed up to it.
I don’t know what I saw; I don’t believe in ghosts, then or now, but that vision was as real as could be. Over the years, I have convinced myself it was some form of hysteria; the movie, the storm and just the general atmosphere in the house. Whatever; it happened."

More Trippy Tales...

~Queenie~

Trippy Tale # 22...More Nurses' Ghost Stories!

Hello & welcome back to the playhouse! (AND) To more Nurses' Ghost Stories! 

Though a couple of them aren't actual nursing stories, they were written by nurses & I liked them so much, I just had to include them! I hope you enjoy them (and all the stories) as much as I did! :)


By Jandlo506:
"I really believe this, I think that people's spirits do not always leave right away, sometimes they linger. My grandfather died when I was 4, and after he died, my grandmother left the house to stay with her daughter, my mom, for a little while. One day, my mom and one of my other aunts went to the house to pick up some clothes for my grandmom. They walked into the house and were standing in the kitchen when they heard sounds from upstairs, in my grandfather's sick room. They clearly heard feet hit the floor, as if someone was getting out of bed, and footsteps go across the floor. Both of them heard it, and my mom was so scared she wet her pants!

Later, after my grandmother went back home, she told my mom that my grandfather was still in the house, that she heard him calling her, moving around, opening drawers, etc. And I can say for sure, is that my grandmother was a practical and unemotional person, not superstitious or imaginative or anything like that. Very straight up and serious. If she said she heard my grandfather in that house, then she heard him! Whenever I went over, I refused to go upstairs alone, yet, when we were there earlier, before my grandfather died, which was all the time, I had no fear of going anywhere in the house, including upstairs to his room where he spent all his time once he got too sick. I was only 4, so my understanding of death was limited, but I had fear that I didn't have before he died.

Eventually, my grandmom moved to a smaller place...and my grandfather, who was a very good person, probably went his way...though my grandmom did say that years later, she woke up in the early dawn hours because she heard her front door open. She went to the living room and there was Grandpop, in the suit he was buried in, standing by the door. She said "What the hell are you doing here?!" and he said "I've come to take you with me, Marie." She told him she wasn't going anywhere, and went back to her bedroom....when she checked the living room again, he was gone."

From INurseUK:
"Now I cannot verify the truth of this story, but a very senior staff nurse told me this recently.

Our Oncology ward had students on as we almost always do. This was the Early shift and a patient had died in the night. The night staff had done Last Offices and the body had been taken to the morgue, but the night staff had not had chance to clear the room yet.

Well, Sister assigned the student nurse to clear up the deceased patient's belongings, clean and remake the bed and so on, and the student was happy to do this.

About 15 minutes into the task, the student nurse came flying out of the side room white as a sheet and ended up in Sister's office. There, she told Sister that she had been clearing items from the bathroom vanity unit, had glanced up, and had seen the recently-deceased patient looking over her shoulder in the mirror above the unit!

The student nurse was so badly shaken by this, that she was sent home for the rest of the day.

Imagination? Who knows?" 

By Colzanurse:
"Right after my beloved grandfather passed away, I had a very vivid dream that he telephoned me. He said he wasn't sure what was going on, and he asked me what had happened to him. I said "Grandpa, you just died two days ago!" He replied with perfect voice and intonation, "Oh my heavens!" I immediately had the sense of mind to ask him where he was, and he said he wasn't sure. I asked him what he could see, and he wasn't sure. I asked him what he could hear, and again he wasn't sure. Then he asked me in a scared tone if he could come over to my house, and I said, "Sure grandpa, I'm going to the front door right now to see if I can find you!" I opened the door, and could clearly see the neighborhood as if I was actually looking around at it. I called out for grandpa and then I woke up, and began sobbing inconsolably. It was absolutely the most vivid dream I'd ever had, and his voice and inflections were exactly as they were in real life. I felt like I had actually had a conversation with him. I've tried to tell a few people I trust and they just said that it must be because I feel so sad about losing him. I firmly believe he and I had a real conversation in our own way. He died in 2003 and I still miss him terribly. I wish I could have another one of those dreams where he and I can talk again so I can try to find out how he is doing, and if he is with my grandma who died about 5 years before that."

From Vhern246:
"I was on the ACE (Acute Care for the Elderly) floor and I was sitting, looking down, flipping through my index cards and I heard a man say, "How do I get out of here?"

Without looking up, I said, "Follow the hallway all the way down, past the other nurses station and through the double doors that have an exit sign at the top of them. That'll lead you to the elevators, or as I like to call it freedom."

"Hmmm." is what I heard, still looking down, I chuckled and quickly added, "Don't forget to push the silver panel on the right side of the-" I looked up and no one was there.

I got up and looked over the counter down the hall and didn't see anyone on either side. My fellow student nurse came out of the room a little ways down the hall and I stopped her.

"Did you see anyone come down the hall?"
"No, why? did you lose somebody?"
"No, I gave directions to this guy, but I didn't seem him leave."
"Is that who you were talking to?"
"Yeah! Did you see him?"
"Uh, no. And I didn't hear anyone else either."

We both looked at each other and froze in our spots. Then the our instructor comes around the corner and says "What are y'all doing?"

"Uh, we finished assessing the patients, What else is next?"

"Do me a favor, make sure they cleaned the room there" She pointed to the room across from where I was sitting.

"I thought there was a patient in there.", My fellow student says.

"He died early this morning", the instructor explains, "Poor guy was so anxious, all he kept asking was how to get out of here."



From StacyMae:
 "I was just doing an internet search to help rationalize my very recent "experience". I have always heard stories from other nurses, but with the exception of a few unexplainable call lights, and monitors turning themself on and off, I never had much to contribute. I have have worked in trauma and burn critical care for the past decade and needless to say, I am around death a lot. Many patients will describe having loved ones present at time of death; but being a creature of science, I put it in the category of "hallucinating patient" and never thought much else of it. That all changed 2 days ago. I was working in the trauma/surgical ICU and was caring for a patient with end stage renal disease and sepsis due to an old infected dialysis cath. She was a DNR/DNI. She was blind from cataracts and diabetes (the blindness is important later in the story) I was in the process of starting her on CVVHD when she started conversing with her "spiritual guides" as she called them. I immediately did a neuro exam, and found she was completely intact. I then checked her blood sugar and her vitals, all were WNL. So I decided to let her talk about what she was seeing. She explained to me that there were multiple people around her bed, and became very discriptive with what they looked like and what they were telling her. They were giving her future predictions to tell me. Some were family members who had passed, and others she did not know. They were all different ages, the youngest being a 3 year old girl. (In all reality I was the only person in her room besides her) I talked with her awhile as I started up her dialysis. She explained that her time was almost up, that she wasn't scared. The spirits told her her body is too sick to go on, but her own spirit was not quite ready to leave this world yet. The spirits were going to be with her and wait for her spirit to be ready to leave. After letting her talk about how she felt about dying, I turned the lights down and closed the blinds so she could rest for awhile. I stepped outside of her room to chart. I was sitting down facing the room charting on the computer when I saw a very dark shadow move through the room. I jumped up and went in the room (I thought housekeeping or someone went into the room, and I was going to kick them out so she could rest) I walked into the room, and no one was there except for my patient. All of a sudden, at the head of her bed, on the opposite side of the room from me, was a very large dark moving shadow. My blind patient looked me straight in the eyes and then at the shadow(with her completly clouded over eyes) and said "You see it too!". She stopped breathing minutes later."


Below, is the photo of a nurse that is rumored to have died in a hospital.  This photo was found on photobucket, so I can't guarantee the authenticity of it, but I just thought it was cool.  :)

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Trippy Tale # 21..."Funeral Home Ghost Stories"

 

"Funeral Home Delivery"

(Written by Chris Warford, Copyright 2008)

"Over 8 years ago, I was employed at a place called "Custom Air Trays". They manufactured cremation supplies and caskets, supplying the local funeral homes. I made countless deliveries to many funeral homes around the area, but one particular delivery is forever burnt into my memory...

After parking behind the funeral home that I have delivered to several times before, I began to unload supplies onto a casket cart. I then opened the double doors to the storage area and pushed in the cart.

A lady, dressed in a long brown dress and brown plaid shirt (looked straight out of the 80′s) stood behind a table holding a styrofoam coffee cup (I figured she worked there and was on break). I pushed the cart further in just past the woman and asked her, “Is this a good place for me to put these trays?”

I received no answer and figured she didn’t hear me. I unloaded and went back outside for the second load. Once again, I pushed the cart inside just past the woman, and again I asked her, “Is this a good place for me to put these trays?” Again she didn’t answer, so I turned around to speak to her again, but she was gone.

She was no more then a few feet from me when I passed her. There was only one entrance in and out of that room. I ran out of the room, hoping to catch her just outside the door... but she was nowhere to be found! I quickly realized what I had just experienced, and immediately jumped into my van and fled back to work with no paperwork signed, and scared out of my mind! 

My coworkers had a good laugh that day at my expense. A few weeks later, I made a delivery to the same funeral home and spoke with the director to tell him my story. All he had to say was, “You should see what goes on here at night!” 

"Ghostly Warning"

"Years ago, we lived in an old building that at one time, was a funeral home. It was not uncommon to hear strange noises and things at all times of the day. The first summer we were there, my daughter was just a baby. I had just laid her down for a nap and laid down on the couch for a quick nap myself. After just a few minutes, I heard a man's voice calling my name. I got up and looked around, but saw no one. Laying back down, I heard him calling my name again, but this time, louder and more demanding. I got up and went to look in my daughter's room. She had pulled the blankets up over her head and couldn't breathe. I firmly believe that it was the man who had shot himself in the basement years before, warning me about my daughter. To this day, there are still caskets and vaults down stairs. They also still have the embalming table that was used for the funeral home. My daughter also says that she would see people walking past her door every night dressed in period clothes. This continued until we moved out after 8 years."

"Peek-a-BOO!

I see WHO?!"

"One night, my friends & I were cruisin' downtown in my 91 Buick (total piece of crap) which is a big ol' boat of a car, so it is very VERY hard to push, when all of the sudden, the car started to shake very violently & then stalled. I tried to crank the key not once, but three or four times, but the engine was dead silent (it wouldn't even turn over when I cranked the key). It was only about 9:00 or 9:30 PM when this happened, and none of us had a cell phone so we were obviously going to have to walk for help. We got out of the car, turned on the hazard lights, and pushed it to the curb. Then we started walking in search of a phone. It was kind of a rainy night, which made it even worse.

We walked down a couple blocks, and the only place in sight that could even possibly let us use their phone was a funeral home and by that point, it was pouring rain so we really had no other option.

All four of us jogged up to the doors of the funeral home, shook what water we could off of ourselves and walked in the doors. A blonde woman in her 40's was sitting at the front desk. As soon as we walked in, she asked, "May I help you?" We told her our car died about two blocks away and this was the only place within walking distance to use a phone.

She sat and stared at us for a few seconds and finally said, "I can let you use the phone in the break room if you want to do that" then she took my friend Andy into the break room to use the phone.

While he was gone, the rest of us were waiting in the lobby trying to get warm. I was checking out all the pictures and stuff on the walls when I noticed the viewing rooms. I started to walk towards what I'm pretty sure was the chapel (it looked like a church) but I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw a tall, kind of husky man with a little white hair on his head, standing at the very front of the room.

He was dressed in a suit that almost looked vintage, like from the '70s or something. His eyes had heavy dark bags under them. I thought maybe he was a worker or something so I didn't really think much of it. I started to inch closer to the front of the room. He didn't move, he didn't even move his eyes. The closer I got, the paler he looked. It almost looked like he was transparent. All of the sudden, I got a very uneasy feeling and froze in the middle of the aisle. I had goose bumps on my arms now, but I couldn't move.

I finally got the nerve to move closer. He still didn't move, not a muscle. I stopped again. Just then I heard my friend say my name. I spun around as fast as I could because it scared me. She told me a tow truck was on its way and so was her mom. I nodded my head and turned to look at the man again, only to find he had disappeared! In the two seconds I had my back turned, he completely disappeared!

I walked up to the woman at the front desk and asked if there was a way to get out of the chapel in the front and she looked at me very puzzled and said,"No, the only way out is the doors you just came out of." then she asked me, "Why?"

I said, "The guy working here just scared the crap out of me."

She looked at me puzzled again and said, "Honey I'm the only one still here."

I couldn't believe it! I quickly thanked her and practically ran out of there! My friends asked what was wrong. I told them what had happened and they said they felt really uneasy just waiting in the lobby. We were all really, truly freaked out by this & I will never set foot in that place again!"

(Well...she may have to go back at least one more time...one day!)  ;) 

 ~Queenie~

Trippy Tale # 20..."Personal Ghost Stories"

Real ghost stories from real people...

"Boo's There!"

"Many years ago when I was in college, I was driving past a friends apartment. The light was on, so I thought I’d stop in and say hello. I was always known for being a bit of a prankster, and I happened to get the idea to freak my friend out. He never locked his door when he was home, so I slipped in and then slammed the door shut loudly.

Then I heard him in the back room say, “Hello?” and I backed up against the wall, ready to jump out at him when he came to investigate. Then he asks, “Who’s there?” with a bit of quiver in his voice. I kept still and tried to control my laughter.

Next, the lights went out and I didn’t hear a sound. So I figured he realized what was going on and decided to reverse the prank. I didn’t budge though, I was going to win the freak out. So I sat there and sat there…. not a sound. Sitting in pitch black in a friend's apartment was starting to get to me, but I thought, “I am not letting him win no matter what!” After what seemed like a solid 5 minutes, I gave up. I ran to the front door and flipped on the light and yelled “Dude?”

No response. I walked into the hall and turned on the hall light and then the bedroom light looking for him. No one was there! The bedroom had no window either. I then called him on his cell phone thinking it would reveal his location.

When he answered, he was out of town at a loud party with a bunch of friends. I flipped off the lights and got the hell out of dodge! Neither of us had an explanation. I don’t talk to that guy anymore."

"Double Vision"



"My mother saw her doppelgänger. About 25 years ago she walked into the living room one day to sit down in a chair. She was alone, but noticed something moving in her peripheral vision, looked up and saw herself walking down the hallway that leads to the living room. Her doppelgänger then walked up to the chair she was sitting in, and sat down “into” her. She said she wasn’t scared at all, just totally calm about it. I, by some crazy chance, had read about doppelgängers earlier that week, from a book in the library at school. According to the book, when you see your doppelgänger, it is supposed to be a sign of impending doom, but she's been fine ever since."

"Hangin' Out"

(With A Ghost!)

"When I was a kid, back at my old house, I had assumed my sister and I were playing in the attic, sister suggests that I hang out the window for whatever reason. A few seconds later, my dad,outside, sees me hanging almost fully out of a third story window on my own, starts yelling and running, etc. After I get pulled back inside, my mom and sister insist that I was alone in the attic for the last hour, that my sister was with my mom the whole time, and my dad had passed my sister (on the ground level) before heading back inside…

I assume at least one of them’s lying to me about something, certainly more plausible than a ghost tried to get me to kill myself… still…there’s the occasional whiffs of perfume or tobacco that I’d never smelled before, or hearing a chunk of a conversation coming from an empty room..."

"Carmel Is Dead"



"This happened a couple of years ago. I was staying at my fiances place one night, and she has a 6 year old son who’s room was right next to hers. I got up at about 1am to go take a leak. On my way back, I hear her son crying in his room. He has this stuffed cat from Build-a-Bear that he adores. It was his first ever Build-a-Bear that he got when he was 2 or 3 years old. It’s name is Carmel and it has once of the voice boxes that plays a meowing sound.

So, I go into his room and ask him what’s wrong, why is he crying? He said that one of the cats scratched Carmel as they were jumping off his bed and that he was hurt. I picked up his toy and look it over and see nothing. I ask him where Carmel got hurt, and he indicated to one of the toy’s paws. I gave it a kiss and said that it’s all better. He turned to me, tears in his eyes, and said that he wasn’t, and that Carmel was dead. I asked him why he would say that, and he responded that Carmel wasn’t talking. Thinking that he thought the voicebox was somehow damaged, or something and I activate it, and after it’s done meowing, I told him that everything is fine, and that Carmel still talked.
He looks up at me and in a matter-of-fact voice says that is the voicebox, not Carmel’s voice."



"When I was 12 or 13, my family had just moved into a new house (well it was new to us, in fact it was quite an old house). It was about 9PM and my mother and my brother went off to the grocery store and I was alone in my room putting my bed frame together. Then I heard a sound like someone moving around downstairs. I looked out the window and my mother’s car was not there. So I went to the top of the stairs and listened and I heard a huge commotion downstairs. It sounded like someone moving furniture or something.
At this point I’m not thinking paranormal, I’m thinking break-in. So I grabbed the closest thing to a weapon that was handy, a little hatchet, and I creep downstairs. The downstairs is completely dark EXCEPT for my mother’s bedroom. I can’t see in because of the angle but her door is open, her light is on and the sound is very obviously coming from in there. So I sneak right up the edge of the doorframe with my little hatchet and at this point it sounds like someone is bouncing off the walls in there.
I screw up my courage and announce in a loud voice “I’ve got a gun!”. At that moment two things happened. One, the light in the room went out instantly. Two, something came out of the room and rushed past me. There was a window in front of me and a streetlight outside and the thing that went by me passed in front of that light.
This is the part that after decades of thinking about it I’ve started to doubt. But I can tell you at the time I was absolutely sure that the thing that passed in front of the light was not solid. It was more like smoke in the shape of a man running down the hallway close enough that I could have reached out and touched it.
Of course I ran screaming back to my room and barricaded the door. When my mom got home I told her the whole story and she tried to convince me that I had imagined it. Years later she admitted to me that I was so scared that I had actually scared her (after all it was her room) but that she had made a deliberate decision to downplay it hoping I would follow her lead.
I lived in that house for almost a decade and nothing else ever happened but I was always afraid of that hallway at night. I’ve almost convinced myself that the thing that went past me was solid and that it was an intruder and not anything paranormal but I’m not sure I find that scenario any more comforting!"

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Trippy Tale #19...(Part Three) "Nurses' Ghost Stories"

Well if you've made it this far, then I take it your heart is healthy enough to make it through part three of...

"Nurses' Ghost Stories" 

From Schroeder's Piano:

"The creepiest and scariest ghost story for me, happened about a year ago. It really was more of a possession than a ghost story. I was helping another nurse with a patient that had lived a very hard life. He had numerous things going on with him, from cardiac to renal failure. You name it, he had it going on! This man was very much afraid to die. Every time his heart monitor beeped, he would just go into a rage screaming, "Don't let me die! Don't let me die!" The other nurse and I found out why he didn't want to die... About 2 am, his cardiac monitor starts alarming V-Tach. We both rush into the room. I am pulling the crash cart behind me. When I get to the room, the other nurse is completely white. This man was sitting about 2 inches above the bed and was laughing. His whole look had completely changed. His eyes just had a look of pure evil in them and he had this evil smile on his face. He laughed at us and said, " You stupid b****es aren't going to let me die are you?" and he laughed again. We were kinda frozen. I did reach up and hit the Code Blue button and when I did, the man went into V-fib. He crashed back onto the bed. We started coding him, but after 20 minutes, it was called. 5 minutes after the code was called, several of the code team were in the room cleaning up, when this man sits straight up in the bed and says, " You let him die. Too bad." and then begins laughing. The man collapsed back on to the bed. We heard a horrible, agonizing scream ( actually every patient in the unit that night commented on the scream), and then you could hear "don't let me die" being whispered throughout the unit. Every one of the nurses that night was pale and scared. Nobody went anywhere by themselves! By morning, the whispers of "don't let me die" were gone. The night shift nurses had a prayer service in the break room before we left for home and then we all had nightmares for weeks!"
 (Whoa!)



From Asher 315:
"A patient told me she knew that her baby would not live even though she had an emergency c/s for distress. I asked her how she knew. She said she had seen a family member in the hallway going to the OR that had recently died, and they told her they would take care of the baby, not to worry."

From Sister Jan:
"When I was a student working on a male medical ward one night with my mate (also a 2nd yr student). The auxiliary and staff nurse both left the ward together for their break leaving us two in charge...(the way they did it some years ago). Suddenly, a man in one of the beds sat bolt upright and asked "Who are all those soldiers?!" A guy in the bed opposite awoke and commented that he could not see their feet. My pal and I tried to calm them down, telling them it was probably the side effects of their tablets! When the staff returned, we told them the patients had seen something on the ward, but did not say what. The auxiliary then went pale and said it must be their anniversary again.She told us the hospital use to be a military hospital during the war, but the floor was 12 inches lower and every year, a troup of ghost soldiers walk down the ward with their feet on the original floor so you never see their boots. Exit 2 student nurses!!"

From Wendy K:
"We had two female patients that were always fighting, one of them became very sick and expired. About two hours later, I walked by the other patient's room and the lady that had expired was sitting in the chair beside the bed looking at the patient while she slept! I could not believe it!! I looked away and then looked back in the room and she was gone."

From LT Dave:
"My friend an RT told me she had this room her and another RT would rest during their break late at night.. The male RT, Donald, was sitting across a table from her with his head resting on his folded arm leaning on the table and facing the door. The room was pretty dark and my friend Karen was reading when she noticed a mist forming by the door. Before she could react the mist formed into a figure of a nurse or nun looking person in white with a long shawl over her head. The apparition stood inside the room just looking at Karen and smiling. Karen noticed she ended at the waist, no legs or pelvis was visible. Karen was terrified and in a soft voice she called out to the other RT, “Donald?” and a little louder she called to wake him again, “Donald?”.

With out lifting his head, he spoke up..."I see her too Karen.”

The ghost faded away after a few moments and both agreed on what they had seen."

From Nurse Cozmo:
"I heard this from a med nurse at a SNF where I worked as a CNA. He was a corpman in the Navy at the time, working at a Naval hospital in Baltimore (I think). Anyway this hospital was next to a military cemetery, that dated all the way back to the Revolutionary War. One night he was passing meds and saw a man walking towards him in old fashioned military garb, you know like those Civil War re-enactors, and that's what he thought he was seeing until he realized that he could see right through the guy! He was so scared that he couldn't move and watched this apparition walk right through his med cart, through the wall, to the outside and head back toward the cemetery. He put in for a transfer the next day!"

I hope you've enjoyed tonight's stories, but these are just a bed pan full of tales! So if your ticker can take it, I'll be posting many more in the near future!

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~Queenie~

Trippy Tale # 19...(Part Two)..."Nurses' Ghost Stories"

Nurses' Ghost Stories

(Continued)

From Grannynurse:

"I don't know if this qualifies as a ghost story but here it is. I was taking care of a 12 year old with aplastic anemia. A week before she die, every day, at 12:15PM I would get a cold chill across the back of my neck and the hair would stand up. I mentioned it to the evening nurse, who was convinced she would die at that time. Several days later, her parents decided to cease all treatment. She lasped into a coma. At 12Noon, she woke, asked me to hold her up, said goodbye to her parents, grandparents and siblings. And die in my arms. It was 12:15PM."

From Rogramjet: 
"I got called to a code in the hallway. A patient was being transfered from the ER to the floor. She passed away in the hall. According to the tech, they were carrying on a conversation, the lady looked up, said " Oh, here comes God, I think I will go with him." She passed away right then.

Here's another: I worked my way through nursing school as a housekeeper/security. One time the other man on security got a call from the nurses in the LTC floor of the hospital. They said they needed help because there was a ghost. (Like the night housekeeper is going to be able to help you!) So he asked her what kind of ghost it was. She wasn't sure what he meant. He asked her if she could see through it. She said yes. He said then it can't grab you, so don't worry about it. Now if you can't see through it, maybe there is something I can do.

The nurses weren't amused, but I think it is funny!"

From Luv2banurse:
"I was on break outside in a gazebo at a LTC facility with a CNA. The CNA pointed out a black cat on the roof of the facility and said, "Everytime that cat shows up on the roof, someone who's bed is near the cat...dies". Sure enough, later that shift, the lady who's room was under the cat did die. I told my teenage daughter about this, and it kind of gave her chills. We were looking out of our window and our own black cat jumped on the pickup truck and from there up to our roof. THAT gave both of us chills.

About twenty years ago, in a different LTC facility (before I was a nurse) I was going to assist the night nurse with vital signs. I told here I saw something white "floating" down the hall. She said it may have been a resident walking, I said "no, it was floating". About the area where I saw this, we had a linen cart covered with white and I assumed maybe that is really what I had seen. The first room we went into, of course, was near the "spot". As I was putting the BP cuff on the resident, the nurse said "never mind". I didn't get it, and continued to put on the cuff when the nurse said "she's dead, and I believe you saw her soul leaving". Well, being easily spooked, that job didn't last much longer!"

From Timothy:
A couple, retired military captain and his wife, Margaret, sold their house to move to Florida. It so happens that they sold their house to the State - the state was going to use it as a resident home for mentally disabled teens.

After the closing, but before they moved, Margaret died in the house. The Captain had to move cause the house was already sold.

Do you know where I'm going with this??

Residents always referred to 'old lady' that they always saw. Nursing staff just referred to her as 'Maggie'.

Now, late at night, when the residents were asleep, if the staff put the TV on more adult programming, like 'Red Shoe Diaries', etc., the TV would turn off, and when turned back on, would come on on a different channel.

There was this one nurse, it was like the house was out to get her. She'd swear that 'the carpet tripped me'. When cupboards opened, knives would fall out aimed at her. Turns out this nurse was eventually fired for abusing and stealing from the residents.

Maggie takes care of her "children".

This was represented to me as a true and ongoing story."

From Chad:
"An agency nurse asked us if we would not laugh at her if she told us something weird and everyone told her that they wouldn't. She said that she walked out of a room from starting an IV line and saw a black figure going down the hallway. That same morning, in six hours, three residents died. Coincidence?"

From Nurse KLW72:
Here's a few stories...

A friend of mine who is also a nurse used to work in hospice. She told me about a patient that she cared for that was a very mean individual who was hateful to her family as well as the nurses who cared for her. As this woman was dying, she became very afraid and started yelling that she was burning! She screamed & wailed about burning right up until she died.

I used to work in an old hospital built in the 1930's. I worked on a med-surg unit. In room 7, the beds used to raise up & down by themselves. We called maintenance, who checked the beds out & said they were fine. While the beds were in the hall, they didn't move. Once they went back into room 7, they started moving again.

Our old facility has closed down and we have since moved into a new hospital. There is some rumor that the land was once a cemetary. The night before we moved into the new hospital, the fire alarms went off & it was discovered that the burners were turned on in the kitchen. No one had been in the kitchen that day. The first week of staying at the hospital, one patient said her window kept swinging open. The handle to open the window is difficult to turn & the patient was unable to get out of bed. There is a pet Cemetery nearby. Several patients have reported seeing cats & dogs in their rooms. Even my grandfather stayed there for a week & kept saying there was a big yellow cat in the corner!"

From Chad:
"I was walking past the nurses station on one of our units just before breakfast time and saw this big black figure that was behind a chair raise up from about three feet tall to seven feet almost touching the ceiling and it was coming my way over the counter. I moved my butt on out there quickly, come to find out when I shared this story with the folks who had worked 11-7 the day before and one of them had seen a big black figure go by and they both heard it make some kind of mournful moan as it went down the ramp to the other unit. I nearly fell over when I found out I wasn't the only one seeing it that day. We both described exactly the same thing with even the same gait."

From Schroeder's Piano:
"I worked at a hospital where you would see a nurse in the old white dress and cap walk down the hallway and smile at you. Then she would walk into a patient's room and apply wrist restraints. All the nurses knew her. It was just Mildred who died 60 years ago. You just had to follow her so you can take the wrist restraints off! Creepy!"

Now you just stay put, and I'll be right back with part three!

Don't go wandering the halls now...

You never know who (or what) might be lingering...

Trippy Tale # 19..."Nurses' Ghost Stories"

Hello & welcome back to the playhouse! Tonight I have a real treat for you! 

As I'm sure you can imagine, hospitals are about as full of paranormal activity as any place can get!

So tonight, we're gonna hear some first hand accounts of what really goes on in some of them. (Or perhaps, all of them!) 

An apple a day might keep the doctor away, but that doesn't necessarily hold true when it comes to spooks! 

These stories come from "allnurses.com" and from what I can tell, they are absolutely true. Enjoy!

Nurses' Ghost Stories

From Chad in Kentucky:
"The best I have heard is from a nurse who said that one night she was floated to oncology at the hospital she used to work at. She was given a patient who was passing away and had been unconscious for several days. At one point during the night the nurse went into the room and the patient was at the top of the bed and looked at her and said, "don't let them take me!", the nurse was freaked out and asked her who was going to take her and she said that black thing up there and pointed up in the air. This patient died within minutes."

From MaryAnn, RN:

"One night I was caring for a dying male patient. He was scared and I spent quite some time with him, trying to calm and reassure him. Eventually he calmed and I left the bedside and went over to the nurses station which was about 15 feet away. As I sat down I glanced over to him and there was a black shape standing over the bed, looking down at the patient. I was terrified, and am sure it was something evil."

From Stidget 99:
"I used to work in a state institution for the developmentally disabled. We were temporarily relocated to another building for remodeling of our bldg. Anyways...I was working one night, 2nd shift. We had a locked pica unit. I saw one of the residents walking down the hall. Very distinct gait and very distinct yellow t-shirt w/ a happy face on it. I went into the ward to let staff know that they had an escapee. This was a serious situation because this particular resident, Larry, would ingest absolutely anything (from clothing to pens to belts to *ugh* a bird's head)...literally anything. He was also very reluctant to go back to his home ward (hence why I didn't bring him back myself...he needed two escorts). When we got back into the hall, less than 15 secs later, Larry was gone!! We searched the entire building! Outside, downstairs, all wards...he was NO WHERE to be found!!! This whole search lasted last than 10 mins because I had all extra staff looking for him. I was just about to call the house supervisor to let her know that we "lost" someone when out from the bathroom walks Larry w/ one of the staff. He had been getting his bath in the bathroom for the last 30 mins or so. Kind of freaky! I absolutely, without a doubt, saw Larry in the hallway. I never would've short-staffed the wards like I did if I hadn't seen him! Like I said, very distinctive gait, look, clothing. I took a lot of razzing that nite! They all thought that I was crazy. Anyways, come to find out the next day, after the story goes around that I am crazy (haha, gigglegiggle, funnyfunny)..............Larry had an identical twin brother who died in that building 10 yrs previously!"

From Chad (again) in Kentucky:
"We have a white figure that has been seen in the medicine room, sometimes the carts are moved down the hall while you are in a room giving meds, etc. One of the male CNAs reported seeing a very tall black figure going from room to room several times. We have all seen balls of light floating around. From what we have been able to gather from old pictures of the property that the nursing home is on there was a mobile home park at one end and a cemetary at the other end of the building. Everyone has seen a little boy walking around but the freakiest part was when they saw wet childrens foot prints coming down the hall and followed them to the wall and there were footprints in the snow outside that came right to that place in the wall!"

 From Timothy:
"We had a little black girl, about 10, in ICU that was severely injured in a car accident. Lots of brain damage. She didn't die there but was moved to another facility after weeks and weeks.

After that, I know of 3 older black males, in their 50's, that, if they were even mildly sedated, would ask about the little black girl with the ribbon in her hair who was sitting at the foot of their beds.

One guy said, "she asked me how I was doing, and then got up and walked that way" while he was pointing towards the 2nd floor window. He paused, a wide-eyed look came over his face, and then he said, 'But I guess she really couldn't have left the room that way, huh?"

Personally, I think she was taking care of grandfatherly figures.

I worked in an ICU where a prisoner convicted of murder died in ICU 1 - and nobody would put a patient in that room after that cause the air was too heavy and the room was too spooky and 'dark'. It was so bad (nurses would refuse to put patients in the room even if it was the last available bed; they'd triage out a patient before they'd trust putting a patient in that bed) The hospital eventually closed down the room and knocked out a wall to make it a separate entrance into the unit."

And another from Timothy:
"Heard a story once about a 5th floor neuro unit. this was told to me first person. nurse was at the desk and a guy in white nursing garb came through the double doors, walked into an empty room, and didn't come back out.

Nurse thought it was wierd so he went into the room, and it was empty.

he went to the double doors and opened them and there were 2 resp techs talking at the entrance who swore they'd been there talking the whole time and that nobody came through the doors.

when one of his co-workers returned from lunch and he explained what happened, she was like, "Oh, that's just Bob (actually I don't remember the name, so the name were changed to protect my ignorance). He worked here as an LVN years ago and was accused of molesting a child. He was sure he was about to be arrested so he jumped out the window in that room and killed himself. We see him all the time . . ."

And Another!
"We had a patient, chronic CHFer, always on the call button, hated being on fluid restrictions. you know the type: the nurses have to take turns during the shift answering the call button so the primary can actually do other work.

And this was a frequent flier cause he was very chronic, very borderline, and the hospital was the only place he wouldn't fluid overload.

I work 7p-7a. He died about 8pm. Oh the look on his face, like, "how could you let me die!" - Like it was our fault!

Anyway, family came and gone by 9pm, funeral home, gone at 930pm.

About 10pm, the call button starts going off. I was there - call button going off every 5 minutes.

One of the nurses was a very spiritual girl. At about 2am, after like 4 HOURS OF THIS, nurse Mary snaps, 'Enough!'

She walks down to the room, and, practically screams into the empty room, "Mr X, you have died. You can't be in here bothering us anymore. Move along. In the name of Jesus, I'm exorcising you from this plane of existence. Go to the light and be happy!"

And I kid you not, the call button stopped going off right then and there!"

Stay Tuned For Part Two-Coming Right Up!

 

Doctor's Orders!

Trippy Tale #18...(Part Three) "Old Hag Horror"

Welcome back to the playhouse!

If you've been following my blog, then you know I've been researching sleep paralysis...or the "Old Hag Syndrome", which seems to me, like a dreadful experience!

However, it is not a new experience. Tales of sleep paralysis go back for centuries. Here is a list from the Spiritual Science Research Foundation on things we have learned about SP.

*It occurs frequently among 3-6% of the world population.
*About 30% of young adults experience Sleep paralysis at least once in their lives.
*It is more likely to happen to young adults.
*It can last from a few minutes to a few hours at a time.
*People also experience, sense or see a presence around them during their paralysed state. Fear grips them and some of them have said that a demonic force was out to possess their soul or was trying to crush or smother them.
*In some cases, people feel pressure or a choking sensation. This is accompanied by breathing difficulties. In few instances, this escalates into sexual molestation or assault.
*A foul smell has been perceived at times during the paralytic attack.
*It is more likely to happen when sleeping on one’s back (supine position).
*People who go through it are embarrassed by the event, thinking that something must be wrong with them mentally.

And this is only the tip of the iceberg. As you can see, much research has gone in to this mysterious phenomena-and while doing my own research, I came across some very informative videos on youtube.

I hope you enjoy them as much as I did!

(2 through 5 can be found on youtube by searching "sleep paralysis")

(This last one is really CREEPY!!)

There are dozens of SP videos on youtube, so if you're really interested...take your pick! :)

And until we meet again...

Sweet Dreams... ;)

~Queenie~

Trippy Tale # 18...(Part Two) "Old Hag Horror"

"My husband was in the military and some nights, he would get a phone call to go to the base for war games. So when I woke with him not in bed, I thought he must have left a note.

Now I couldn't go back to sleep, so I went to go watch some TV.

As I walked to the doorway to the living room, I saw my husband sleeping on the couch. The lights were left on, so it was very well lit.

What I saw, I watched for 20 minutes. I froze, couldn't breathe.

There isn't a word for the fear I was going through!

Sitting on his chest, was a full-size woman who looked liked she crawled out of a 3,000-year-old grave!

She had her knees pulled up to her chest, and her arms crossed over her knees, just sitting on my husband! Her pure black eyes were just staring in to his face.

She never took her eyes off his face, but she did reposition herself a few times. That was more terrifying, watching this thing move.

My mind was racing. I wondered if he could feel her. I knew he was breathing, because I saw his chest rising up and down.

 I remember tears running down my face, but I couldn't move. Then I prayed, "God, make her go away!" but she was still there.

Finally, I was so numb I moved backward to the bedroom and just prayed this thing would leave.

I felt like my heart was going to just stop at any moment... I was so scared!

It took me five years to tell my husband what I saw.

As the years went by, this spirit followed me from house to house.

I have three notebooks full of everything I have seen and heard.

I promise you everything I have told you is the truth."

Stay tuned for part three...

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