I am a CNA in a nursing home that was built on top of
the remains of an old Catholic hospital. I have worked
there for over 13 years and have experienced many things.
My uncle was once a resident here and one day as I was
giving him his daily bath, he asked me to tell the people
to go away. I asked him what people and he said, "The
people over there staring at me!" I turned to look, and
of course did not see anyone. His was not the first
sighting in that room. Others, who had occupied the room,
had complained of people going in and out of the room and
bathroom and some of my fellow CNA's had seen dark shadows of
people in the hall.
The call lights down at that end of the hall would go on all the time and no one would be
there to light them. I discovered that room was built over the site of the old morgue. The last resident to
occupy that room, before he passed on, told me that he would see people all the time. He would hear rustling in
the bed next to him when he had no roommate at that time.
He finally could not take the noise and sightings anymore
and asked his son to get him some holy water. After he
sprinkled the water all over the room, and said a prayer,
he had no more sightings.
I am not one who is lucky or unlucky enough to see
things, I only feel or sense them. I have been touched on
my head and my shoulder has been patted as if to comfort
me. I have seen, as I am giving a resident a shower,
curtains and towels move, as if some one brushed by them
as they were walking by. I have sensed being watched,
mostly, I feel, by a child. Laundry barrels have moved by
themselves, noises heard, and, believe it or not, nuns
have been seen. In fact, when something unusual happens,
we just say that the nuns must have done it.
There are times that I feel someone behind me and it
has gotten to the point that when I stare at a space, the
aide I work with will now ask who it is. I can't see who
is there, but, I know they are. I have seen the opening
of a door that was faster than the blink of an eye and
sensed a small boy "visiting" us as we worked. We have
experience the smell of roses and know some one who loves
us is around.
Things have quieted down a bit, lately. Perhaps,
holy water was all that was needed, but, the little boy
still visits us once in a while.
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