Ghost stories

[BeachMomma]

One of the rooms in my unit is haunted... Equipment will fly out of the door, stuff hits the walls/falls to the floor when it shouldn't, and the ecg monitor sometimes displays a flatline on the telemetry station... Even when it is turned off.

One of the night secretaries refused to go in there after papers blew into her face one time.

Hi LM! Long time no chat! How are you?

So are there any stories to explain the weird happenings? Maybe a doc got pissed off during a code and threw equipment around? Sorry, I couldn't resist! Seriously, are there any explanations floating around the hospital grapevine?

 

[RjThoughts]

Hi RJ. Welcome! That's a little sad and yes creepy. What do your guests think about it? Do you warn them or just enjoy the show?

It's cute that she watches tv with your family, but it has to be a little weird. Does everybody hear her laugh?

We've told guests in the past of the little girl. Most were unbelieving, until they were woken up by either a sad dream of a car hitting a little girl or by hearing footsteps on the hardwood floor, made by a light girl in shoes.

She doesn't watch tv, per se, she laughs with us, or in my case, AT me. LOL

Yesterday a friend of my son came to the house to pick up a disk the Progeny purchased for him. While he was in the "electronics" room, the friend told our son that he smelled cigarettes and asked if he smoked. My son, love him, answered, "That's Grandpa Joe, my dad's grandfather, telling me that he's liking the games I'm playing."

The kid stayed only a few minutes longer then headed out. LOL

 

[BeachMomma]

HAHAHA! Awesome!

As I said earlier in the thread, we've had some weird things happen here. My daughter and I have seen "shadows" when there was nobody there - not even anybody else here in the house. I don't think I've ever smelled anything. An old woman died (of natural causes) in the room that is now my daughter's bedroom. Nothing has happened to really scare any of us, but it is a little disconcerting sometimes.

The cats are fascinated by that room. When I go in there, I have to be very careful not to close the door and lock a cat in there. When the cats stare intently at a closet door or down the hall, they've usually seen some sort of critter. Once in a while, though, we notice the cats staring intently - but nothing is there. I always wonder.

This isn't a haunting type story, but I've noticed a peculiarity at the hospital where I now work. I'm on a cardiac floor, but we also get patients from other disciplines if they have cardiac comorbidities. We have one room in particular - 31 - that *always* gets the craziest patients. ALWAYS. It's pure coincidence, but it's very rare to get a "normal" patient in that room. I hate to be assigned to that room. I've been assaulted twice as a nurse - once by the patient in that room. None of us have worked in that department since it was built 4-5 years ago, so we'll never know if something happened that could explain the insanity (literally) of that room.

 

[singledad68]

I wish I had a story to add, as I have read all of the ones here and am quite fascinated. So, I'll give this little ol thread a ghostly bump, LOL.

I will add that I tend to scare the crap out of myself at times, not on purpose mind you, but well for some reason I do things knowing I'm going to be frightened, LOL. For instance starting in middle school I loved reading Stephan King. As a small child I remember my first dog, Bruno, he was a St. Bernard. Well when Cujo came out I read that book in my room every night and at times I was so scared I couldn't go to sleep.....what's odd about this.....I lived in the basement. Yes I am one of those freaks you hear about that was raised in the basement

 

[BeachMomma]

Hi, SD, welcome to the campfire.

Yanno, I've read a lot of King's books, but I've never read Cujo. Maybe I should. Mr. King has a home here in my hometown; BlueBomber has cooked for him a number of times. I've never met him, but I think BB has. I like most of his stuff, but I absolutely, positively will NOT watch or read IT. I hate, hate, HATE clowns.

 

[BeachMomma]

I don't think I mentioned our old black lab in this thread. He was a gentle giant of a dog. Weighed in at a svelte 110 pounds. We think he may have been a black lab/mastiff mix. His name was Rasta. He was the best dog I've ever had the privilege of being owned by.

When Rasta was alive, he was my best comforter and confidante. Within 6 weeks of marrying BB, both of my parents passed away. I couldn't tell you how many hours I spent with my face buried in Rasta's neck as his beautiful black fur absorbed my tears. We all loved him; he babysat my daughter after school and kept her safe. BB had rescued him from the pound as a puppy. The only time BB ever had a car wreck with a passenger in the truck, Rasta was with him. (Rasta scared the shit out of a policeman that day. lol) Any time a salesman or Jehovah's Witness came to the door, I "used" Rasta to convince the visitor that he didn't want to bother us. Rasta wouldn't hurt a flea, but the stranger at the door didn't know that. LOL

Maybe that's not entirely true. Rasta would hurt somebody - if he thought they were hurting me. He took his job as my protector and my daughter's protector *very* seriously. BlueBomber can and will tell you that Rasta bit him quite a few times because he thought hubby was playing too rough with me.

That was background. Here's the ghostly part of the story. The last month or so we had him, Rasta grew weaker and weaker. The vet was ready to do diagnostic tests, but Rasta was over 15 years old. On his last day with us, I picked that 110 pound dog up by myself and put him in the back seat of my car. I made the drive to the vet with one hand on the wheel and the other on Rasta's head. The vet tech helped me carry him from the car to a room where we waited for the vet. The entire time we were there, Rasta laid on the floor with his head on my lap. I sat on the floor with him and held his head, scratched his favorite spot on his ears and between his eyes, cried, and told him how much I love him. I told him I wouldn't leave him. I'd stay with him until the very end just like he was there for me all those times.

He drew his last breath with his head in my lap. His big, brown, expressive eyes were locked onto mine until they closed in peace. I drove home that day, bawling as hard as I could. I don't even remember getting home. I honestly don't know how I could see to drive. I already knew that I had to change clothes and go straight to the hospital to do a procedure. They knew I was too upset to do the procedure myself, so I was there just to talk another tech through doing it. I was glad I had to go straight to work; I don't think I could've stood being in this house without Rasta.

For months afterwards, I saw Rasta in different places in the house. I once saw him walk outside. I went to the door and yelled for him to get his ass back in the house before I remembered that he was dead. I know I saw him walking past the picture window that day. We eventually got another, smaller black lab that we still have today. I'd see Rasta then it would hit me that oh, maybe it was Jesse I saw - but Jesse was in another part of the room. Nowhere near where I'd seen Rasta.

I choose to believe Rasta was watching after me even in death. He wanted to know that I was ok and that he could trust Jesse to take care of me. Maybe in a strange way, he was trying to comfort me just as I had comforted him.

 

[talikat]

What a great thread! I have nothing to add either but I'm loving reading all these stories.

I wish I had a story to add, as I have read all of the ones here and am quite fascinated. So, I'll give this little ol thread a ghostly bump, LOL.

I will add that I tend to scare the crap out of myself at times, not on purpose mind you, but well for some reason I do things knowing I'm going to be frightened, LOL. For instance starting in middle school I loved reading Stephan King. As a small child I remember my first dog, Bruno, he was a St. Bernard. Well when Cujo came out I read that book in my room every night and at times I was so scared I couldn't go to sleep.....what's odd about this.....I lived in the basement. Yes I am one of those freaks you hear about that was raised in the basement

Yep, same here. I read every horror novel I can get my hands on and watch every scary movie that comes down the pike. Then I have to leave every light in the house on.

Hi, SD, welcome to the campfire.

Yanno, I've read a lot of King's books, but I've never read Cujo. Maybe I should. Mr. King has a home here in my hometown; BlueBomber has cooked for him a number of times. I've never met him, but I think BB has. I like most of his stuff, but I absolutely, positively will NOT watch or read IT. I hate, hate, HATE clowns.

IT *shivers* I read the book and saw the movie. I was indifferent to clowns before that and now they freak me out. Thanks SK.

 

[BeachMomma]

Glad you're enjoying it!

I've always been terrified of clowns. I don't remember NOT being scared of them. Mom told me that even as a toddler, I hid behind her whenever a clown was around. I don't know what brought on the phobia. A friend of mine is a clown in the local circus. He's invited me to watch him get ready for a circus in the hopes that he'd be able to desensitize me. Nope, thank you very much, but I'm quite comfortable with my phobia. I'll pass.

 

[BeachMomma]

*Blows the dust and cobwebs away.*

Wow, it's been a while! Sorry, kids! I had something happen at work last night. I won't tell anything more to protect the family's privacy, but I will say that it took quite an emotional toll on me. I will post a project that I finished a few minutes ago. It was my way of dealing with the emotional upheaval and exhaustion.

I hope you enjoy it. I will also submit it on Lit for publication, but I wanted to share it with y'all as well.

 

[perkyT]

*Blows the dust and cobwebs away.*

Wow, it's been a while! Sorry, kids! I had something happen at work last night. I won't tell anything more to protect the family's privacy, but I will say that it took quite an emotional toll on me. I will post a project that I finished a few minutes ago. It was my way of dealing with the emotional upheaval and exhaustion.

I hope you enjoy it. I will also submit it on Lit for publication, but I wanted to share it with y'all as well.

*waits patiently*

 

[BeachMomma]

2:58

Mary straightened after unpacking the last box and looked around at her new home with pride and joy. She and Frank had just moved into the smaller home in which they intended to live out the rest of their years together. They had recently celebrated their 53rd anniversary and knew it was time to enjoy their lives without the extra hassle and expense of the larger house that their kids had grown up in and eventually moved away from. She set up the coffee maker and went to find Frank as it brewed.

She found him on the porch with their oldest son Mike. The two men worked together to hang Mary’s porch swing that she’d had since the early days of their marriage. She’d nursed the babies on that swing as she’d watched the tides come in and the sun rise. Of course now the babies were grown and married and had babies of their own – except one. Alison was six when she was killed in the attack. She was a beautiful girl with laughing blue eyes and curls so blonde they were nearly white. Mary found herself thinking about Alison often, but she shook off the memories before they could make her melancholy.

“Are you men about ready for a break? Sit down for a few minutes. I’ll bring us some coffee.” Mary bustled about arranging chairs on the porch until Mike shooed her back in the house.

“Go make the coffee, Mom. I’ve got this,” Mike admonished as he kissed her affectionately on the cheek.

When Mary brought their coffees back outside, they all gathered round the table on the small porch and looked out at the ocean. They chatted about the new house, the grandkids, and the kids. Eventually the conversation wound its way around to their early days as a family. When Frank and Mary met, she was a young nurse. They fell in love and got married, and their early life together was fairy tale perfect. Little Alison came along and Mary stayed at home to raise her. When Frank was drafted into the Navy, Mary chose to take Alison and herself and work for the Naval base hospital as a civilian nurse so the family could stay together.

Life couldn’t be more perfect. They were young and in love and Alison completed their family. They lived in Paradise – Pearl Harbor, Hawaii. Every day was like being on vacation until that fateful, infamous day. That morning Mary had offered to work an extra shift at the hospital. Frank dropped Alison off with a neighbor before he left for his job on base.

Mary was at work in the Emergency Room when she heard an unusual amount of ruckus even for the Naval base. Planes flew overhead almost before she realized it. Bombs exploded. Shrapnel flew all over. Jeeps hurried past and sailors ran to their posts. Almost immediately, the ER doors burst open with casualties. Mary immediately went to work triaging patients, directing traffic, and doing her best to turn the melee into some semblance of organized chaos. She worked efficiently, quickly determining those who needed immediate help, those who could wait, and those who couldn’t be helped at all. Mary shut her emotions away in order to give her patients the professional care that she had trained and prepared for her entire career.

That’s when Mary’s life changed forever. A strange man came running in with a little girl covered in blood. The little girl had beautiful blonde curls but the rest of her face and body were mangled and bloody. As professional as Mary was, her maternal instincts took over. She screamed in horror and grief. Her coworkers came running when they heard her, and they immediately knew what had upset her so much when they saw the little girl. They veered off into two groups – one group took the little girl for treatment while the other group ushered Mary out of the triage area.

The Chaplain took over for Mary so her teammates could get back to the business of saving lives. She still didn’t know the extent of the chaos outside. She only knew that her Alison probably wouldn’t survive the next hour. Mary had to endure the rest of the day alone. Frank was out there somewhere, fighting an enemy that Mary only knew about when she caught bits and pieces of conversation as people hurried up and down the halls.

Mary still hadn’t heard from Frank when she got the news. The little girl that had been carried in that morning wasn’t Alison, but she did pass away. The little girl had been hit by a stray bomb as she played in the playground that beautiful, Hawaiian, Sunday morning. She had been playing with Alison when the bomb exploded. Alison died immediately from her injuries but the unknown little girl lived long enough for the man to carry her to the base hospital.

Mary felt like her life was over. Her grief almost overcame her, but Frank supported her when she was weak. He held her when she cried, and when she eventually healed, he gave her four more babies that she loved as much as Alison. She never forgot Alison, and Alison lived on in her mother’s heart.

Mary shook off the ancient memories. She realized that she’d been lost in the past when she noticed her husband and son gazing at her intently. She gave them a warm smile to let them know she was okay.

Chapter 2

That night, Frank and Mary lay in bed together. He held her tightly in his arms. He couldn’t explain it, but he sensed that something had happened that afternoon on the porch. He knew that Mary’s inner strength had brought her through the crisis. He missed his little girl terribly, but he hadn’t been there when the little girl came into the Emergency Room. He could only imagine the terror that Mary had lived through that day. He intuitively knew that as horrible as it was for him, it had to be so much worse for his beautiful bride who loved her little girl so much.

Frank fell asleep to the even sounds of Mary’s breathing. His lips rested on her soft, white hair as they slept in each other’s arms. During the night, something woke Frank up. He found Mary already awake and glanced at the clock. 2:58 When he turned to ask Mary what woke her up, he saw it. Rather, he saw HER. A little girl stood at the end of the bed, smiling at Mary. Mary was transfixed. Her gaze never wavered from the little girl with blonde curls standing at the end of the bed. He gently spoke to Mary, “Who is that? Why is she standing at our bed?” Mary didn’t even hear him she was so intent on the little girl.

Frank gently shook Mary. “MARY! Who is that?” Mary glances over at Frank but doesn’t say anything. She returns her gaze to the little girl, and they look at each other for long moments. Soon, the little girl seemed to fade away. The room looked the same, but Frank noticed that it almost has an ethereal glow. He waited patiently until Mary comes out of her trance-like state. He’s never seen her quite like this before, but he sensed that Mary isn’t scared. In fact, she seemed to be more at peace than he’s ever seen her. “Mary, honey? Who was that little girl? Why was she here?”

Mary reminded him of what had happened in the Emergency Room that day almost a half century ago. She immediately knew that it was the little girl who had been carried into her triage area. She also knew the little girl had died. She couldn’t explain why she had come to them nor could she explain the sense of peace and comfort that she felt from the little girl’s presence.

Mary went back to sleep soon afterwards, and slept soundly and dreamlessly. She’d always been a restless sleeper, but on this night, she slept deeply. Frank laid awake the rest of the night trying to work out the events in his own mind. When Mary awoke, she felt refreshed and contented. She felt the bed beside her, but Frank had already arisen. She pulled on her robe and joined him in the kitchen. Frank wanted to talk to her about the strange events of the night, but he couldn’t even make enough sense of it to bring it up in conversation. He chose to leave it be for now. Mary didn’t mention it at all, but she had a sweet, serene smile on her face. He wasn’t even sure if she remembered it. For that matter, he wasn’t even sure it actually happened.

That night, they both awoke at 2:58 to find the apparition again standing at the foot of their bed. The little girl and Mary almost seemed to be communicating, so he remained quiet. Once again the little girl just faded away. By the next morning, Frank had lost his speechlessness, so he had questions for Mary. “Mama,” he began gently, “I need to understand. Why is that girl here? What is she saying to you? What does she want with us?”

Mary replied, “She wants me to know it’s ok. Alison is ok, and she’s waiting for us. Alison sent her to us. She’s been watching over us all this time. The girls didn’t want us to have another experience as devastating as that one, so they’ve been protecting us and our family.”

Frank felt a shiver go down his back, but no matter how much he questioned Mary, she couldn’t give him any more answers. That night they went to bed. As he always did, Frank fell asleep with Mary tucked tight against him. He felt a sense of foreboding, but he soon drifted off into slumber. At 2:58, the little girl again appeared. Mary woke as she had the last two nights, but this time, Frank didn’t. Mary knew that the little girl had come to take Frank to be with Alison. She watched as the little girl walked away with her hand raised slightly as if she were holding an adult’s hand.

Mary reached over to Frank to touch his neck. She instinctively knew, but she had to be sure. When she couldn’t find a pulse, she gave him one final kiss then called 911.

In the days that passed, Mary was surrounded by family and friends. Nobody allowed her to be alone; she only had that luxury when she went to bed at night. Her kids tried to convince her to stay with them, but she insisted on sleeping in the bed she’d shared with Frank all the years of their marriage. She went to sleep thinking about the little girl, but the girl didn’t appear. Mary didn’t even awaken during the night.

Mary watched for the little girl with anticipation. She wanted to go be with Frank and Alison. Every night she hoped she’d see the little girl, and every morning she awakened with a slight sense of disappointment. She kept her days very busy spending time with the grandbabies and her children. She never let a day go by without telling each of them how much she loved them.

Several months passed. Mary waited for the little girl to no avail. She didn’t tell her family about it because she didn’t want them to worry. She just kept waiting and watching. Finally one night the little girl showed up again. Mary woke promptly at 2:58 to find the little girl looking at her from the foot of the bed. When the little girl faded away, Mary sighed and lay back down. The same thing happened the next night. On the third night, when Mary woke, the little girl was back but this time she wasn’t alone. Frank and Alison were with her. Alison held out her hand. Mary got up, stood between Alison and Frank, and put her hand in theirs. As they faded away, Mary looked back and saw her body on the bed – still sleeping peacefully.

 

[RjThoughts]

Not a good thread to be in when "Ghost Adventures" are on the flat screen and you hear an EVP

 

[perkyT]

 

[BeachMomma]

Not a good thread to be in when "Ghost Adventures" are on the flat screen and you hear an EVP

HAHAHA! Are you skeered? I'll hold you if you are!

 

[RjThoughts]

HAHAHA! Are you skeered? I'll hold you if you are!

Between your story and tv, I was skeered!

You can hold me

 

[BeachMomma]

Between your story and tv, I was skeered!

You can hold me

HAHA! What are you talking about? You helped write it!

I'll hold you anyway. I'll protect you.

 

[perkyT]

You can hold me

I'll hold you anyway. I'll protect you.

*snort*

*bwahahaha*

 

[RjThoughts]

HAHA! What are you talking about? You helped write it!

I'll hold you anyway. I'll protect you.

I love being cuddled

 

[RjThoughts]

*snort*

*bwahahaha*

Should I know something?
Should I be apprehensive?

 

[BeachMomma]

*snort*

*bwahahaha*

*giggles*

I love being cuddled

Yeah, I know. You want to rest your head in my ample bosom.

 

[RjThoughts]

*giggles*



Yeah, I know. You want to rest your head in my ample bosom.

Lemme remove my glasses so I can get closer

 

[BeachMomma]

Lemme remove my glasses so I can get closer

LOL You're such a man!

 

[KalIsBack]

Bloody hell...

WHY? What possessed me to read this? Bad, unintentional pun....

I actually did want to sleep sometime in the remaining years of my life.

 

[talikat]

*Blows the dust and cobwebs away.*

Wow, it's been a while! Sorry, kids! I had something happen at work last night. I won't tell anything more to protect the family's privacy, but I will say that it took quite an emotional toll on me. I will post a project that I finished a few minutes ago. It was my way of dealing with the emotional upheaval and exhaustion.

I hope you enjoy it. I will also submit it on Lit for publication, but I wanted to share it with y'all as well.

*hugs to you*

Also, I just love your stories!! Thank you!!

 

[BeachMomma]

Bloody hell...

WHY? What possessed me to read this? Bad, unintentional pun....

I actually did want to sleep sometime in the remaining years of my life.

LOL! You just want your turn in my ample bosom! I'll protect you if the little girl comes for you.

*hugs to you*

Also, I just love your stories!! Thank you!!

Thank you, sweetie! * hugs*