I am a nurse. I worked the night shift in a small
hospital in a suburb of a larger city in the southwest. To set the
stage I will tell you that the Hospital itself was closing,
so we had very few patients on the ward. There was one
other nurse there with me (Greg) and our nurse techs (Vickie
and Faith).
Now Greg was very rational person. He had gone to the
Galley to get some coffee. After a while he returned to the
nurse station where I was charting. Greg had this wide
eyed expression on his face, then he ask me If I had heard
that. I ask him "heard what?". Greg said that he was in
the Galley heading into the lobby returning to the desk and
he heard a Young woman say "Excuse me sir, can you help me?"
I ask Greg if he were joking, because I am pretty gullable,
and I wouldn't put it past him. He said no then asked me
where Vickie and Faith were. I told him they were on their
break and probably out smoking. I assured him that the
patients had not made a peep and it certainly wasn't me as I
had not moved.
I really kind of blew this off thinking Greg was trying to spook me, and then rattle my nerves for
a couple of weeks, then fess up when I am on the verge of a break down, but that didn't happen. Greg never mentioned
it again after that instance. He had asked Faith and Vickie
if they had been in the lobby on their return to the ward.
They both looked at him like he was crazy. Greg didn't go
into why, other than he thought he heard something.
About Two weeks later, I was working the night shift with
Faith. We had one patient on a 25 bed ward. Faith went on
a break about 3am. I decided to reheat leftovers and have
a break. I went to the Galley where the microwave was and
proceeded to heat my food and obtain ice. After heating my
food I turned the corner out of the Galley returning to the
nurse station. Thats when I heard it "Miss, excuse me Miss.
Can you help me?" I stopped dead in my tracks. At first I
thought I was imagining things. I turned around and the
lobby was empty. The only light was from the hall light
coming off the ward. I shook my head thinking I was crazy,
but I had this underlying sense of sorrow and felt like
someone was crying. Not being rational at this moment, I
simply said in my mind (the same way the voice had said) "You
are not suppose to talk to me, you are dead. I can't help
you. Find the light and go to heaven. (guess I watch too
much tv.)." For those who were thinking Faith was behind
this, she is from Nigeria with a very thick accent. This
lady spoke English like any other American raised
midwestern person.
I don't know what happened to that spirit. I never worked
the night shift again. Not because I was afraid, but
becasue I was switched to days due to staffing issues.
One month later the hospital closed. I understand later
another Hospital in the area bought the building and turned
it in to a psych hospital.
That should be interesting.
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