Going to go a different route here as all of the stories seem to focus on the shocking and negative/challenging behaviours.

I'm not a nurse but am a support worker.

We currently have a patient who, when he was admitted, was extremely aggressive (not physically) and impatient, he was unable to wait for anything for longer than 2 seconds, barely spoke to anybody unless it was on a needs basis and wouldn't/couldn't do anything for himself.

Fast forward 6 weeks and he has stopped me in my tracks multiple times. The first time he said please when he asked for something, the first time he agreed to make his breakfast himself, the first time he asked how I was when he saw me and probably the most rewarding of all was when he smiled at me and said good morning.

Probably the saddest was a resident I had a Long time ago. This gentleman was a ww 2 vet with alzheimers and dementia, probably once or twice a month he would relive some battle he was in. He would litterally RUN up the hallway and grab you and yell at you to get down behind the sandbags. He would then tell you take take his thomson because it was too heavy for him he would just use his pistol. Then he would get up and run back down the hallway... This guy was OLD and seeing him run fullsprint like that up and down the hallway during one of his episodes was surreal.



I cant imagine having to constantly relive the worst moments of your life where you witnessed and survived the unspeakable horrors of war....

When I was 18 I was in a house fire. Since then I've been terrified of fire. This story takes place roughly a year later when I was 19 and had just moved into my own apartment. As an incomplete quadriplegic, this was a huge deal. It was around 2 am and I'm asleep. I suddenly wake up to my dog howling and the fire alarm blaring.

I am terrified. I'm also only wearing underwear. I throw on a shirt, get into my chair as quickly as possible, and head to the exit. I'm in the 8th floor with no way down. I'd taken so long getting in to my chair there's no one around. I just started sobbing uncontrollably. I feel a tap and see my two male neighbors standing over me. They ask if they can help and I stammer yes. Without hesitation one picks me up out of my chair and the other grabs my dogs collar (I forgot her least in my panic). They carried me down 8 flights of steps and held me outside in the ~50-60 degree cold until they somehow found a chair for me. They also got a blanket from somewhere to cover me up with. They consoled me calmed my dog. After we were allowed back in one went upstairs and brought my chair back down. They walked me to my door and told me to come to them if I ever needed anything. They moved shortly after but that experience is one that will always stick with me.

We have a window AC unit basically right above our bed. One night, ice must have gotten built up inside, and it fell onto the fan that blows the air out. I remember hearing a loud bang and then being sprayed in the face by liquid. My first thought was that someone broke in and shot my wife and I got covered in blood. [Freaking] terrifying.

Edit: The liquid was cold, and that should have been an instant giveaway that it wasn’t blood, but I was in such a panic and confused from just being woken up that the temperature didn’t register right away.

I lived w/ my oldest sister & her two daughters. Her youngest (3 years old) was a sleepwalker. She was tiny, white-blonde & liked to wear a white nightgown that was too big for her.

Yeah, wake up to the sound of thumb-sucking right next to my head, roll over & see the world's shortest ghost.

The foot of a guy who was hiding in my apartment. He was on a big shelf that's tucked away in a small storage room in my apartment.

Short story: took a pic of a friend at my place. Next day when I came home from work, the place was cleaned out with no sign of forced entry. It was a mystery.

Weeks later, I looked at the pic and saw the random foot behind my friend in my little storage room. The room was dark at the time, but I took the pic with flash so it immediately jumped out at me. He must have spent the night there, waited for me to leave and finally struck. Neither me or my friend noticed anything as we hung out that evening, nor did I notice anything during the night as I slept.

Here's the cropped pic.

In an old house in France we were staying at, about 13 years ago. Creepiest place I've ever been to.

The room as it normally is and What...?