30 Of The Spookiest Stories From Hospital And Funeral Industry Workers, As Shared In This Online Community
We all believe in ghosts. Even those of us who have impeccable logic and cold reason, who are perfectly capable of explaining the scientific background of any strange story or urban legend, still face moments when goosebumps crawl on the skin, legs become jelly, and we're sure something completely weird and inexplicable is going on.
For sure, people like mystical tales. How else can we explain the enduring popularity of horror stories in movies, TV series and literature? Just look at the top ten most popular series of recent years and answer the question - what is it if not an interest in everything beyond, deeply mixed with fear?
Yes, fear and ignorance of what is there, behind the thin curtain of darkness that separates us from the great nothingness - that's what pushes us into the arms of these mysterious tales and their narrators. And we listen, read, watch - and a chill runs up our spine. We are afraid, as in early childhood - but it is still so exciting and interesting!
A few days ago, there was a thread in the AskReddit community whose author asked netizens just one question: "People who have worked around death/burial, what's your best ghost story?" And now, after just over a week, we have more than 19.1K upvotes and over 4.5K comments containing an incredible amount of mystical stories and their no less lively discussion.
To be honest, when we prepared this selection of the spookiest 'hard-to-explain' narratives for you, it was a tad bit scary, and goosebumps also ran over our skin. But we did it with honor, so here's the list from Bored Panda - please feel free to scroll it to the very end, upvote your favorite stories and don't forget, if there's something strange in your neighborhood, who you gonna call?
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Junior doctor on the wards, doing a night shift, called to verify a death.
Enter the private bay, its all a bit grim, slightly gloomy room. Patient is lying there, old man, looks peaceful.
Start my checks, stethoscope out, no signs of active respiration. No heart sounds. Rub the sternum for a response. None. Time to get closer and check the CNS for any signs of life.
I lift the eyelids up, reach for my pen torch, balancing closer to the patient. That's when it happens. The patient lurches forward, his face now inches away from mine. I scream.
Nurses rush in and ask what's happened, what was that noise, why so pale. You look like you've seen a ghost.
That's when I realise. I leant in too close and my leg brushed against the bed controls raising the bed. Nurses couldn't stop laughing as they offered to make me a cup of tea.
It's a prank I've heard that some will play on an intern or resident when they bring one in. "OK, examine..." then hit th ebed controls (which the senior doc is next to).
Load More Replies...This is similar to what happened to me. I was helping at the tiny morgue in my hometown and the two other attendants went out to smoke and get some snacks. This is how I found myself alone in the same room with a man whose lecherousness and miserliness were legend in his living years. Found dead in his home and slightly dessicated, now, he was laid out on a gurney in our morgue, waiting to be stripped of clothes and valuables and prepared for burial. I noted that his hand lay slightly off the side of the gurney rail, and a heavy gold ring had fallen off his finger onto the floor. I bent over to pick it up, and his arm fell over the side of the cart, causing him to backhand me right on my a** and send me sprawling. I utterly lost my ****. I *levitated* off that floor and then tried to climb the wall before I scrabbled over enough to make it out the door. When the two orderlies returned, they found me out in the parking lot in the pouring rain, laughing like a loonie.
I am an ICU RN. We had a septic patient in the unit. She was 29 weeks pregnant.
She went into labor on my shift and we delivered her baby, stillborn.
I did post mortem care on the baby, retrieved the proper transport container and walked the baby down to the morgue.
It was the middle of the night, I’m in an elevator alone. I hear a baby start wailing. I absolutely lose my s**t and rip open the cover, and just as I go to zip down the bag, I hear a calming male voice say, “hush little one, I’ve got you, no need to cry.”
The crying stopped immediately. Shaking, I opened the bag and saw exactly what I expected to see, a deceased 29 week only baby.
I am a big bearded 40 year old ICU nurse and that was the scariest s**t I’ve ever experienced. No one believes me to this day. I don’t even want to speculate what the crying or the voice was.
God. Even typing that out I felt my chest tightening.
Well it's scary, but if you believe in an afterlife it's comforting to know someone came to take the baby home. And that nurse was psychic enough to catch it.
Yea.... I would need new pants right then and there, also a mop.... And probably a defibrilator or até least some One trained in CPR....
Do you think if two elevators were side by side, he could have caught a snatch of sound from the other elevator as it passed? This story gets me because my baby was born at 27 weeks. We had an infection, and I could have gone septic--this could have been our fate. Thankfully we're healthy now.
When my cousin was eighteen he was in a bad wreck and him, his girlfriend and her sister were all pronounced dead at the scene.
The police arrived to inform my aunt(his mom) and she asked that he be sent to a specific funeral home. While they were preparing to embalm him he raised up and asked "where the hell am i?" The funeral director said it was the first time he ever had to go home and change pants.
I should add that the top of his head was open and his brain was exposed. He was sent to the hospital. The same police officer came to my aunt's to tell her he was not dead but in the hospital. They thought he'd be in a vegetative state. But a few weeks later he walked out of the hospital. My aunt said it was the worst and best day of her life.
They must've suffered lasting damage from the accident, though
Load More Replies...Brain injuries are strange. One person can survive a TBI like a bike crash or huge tumor. Another dies after bumping their head mildly wihle getting into the car. Honestly, I don't even try to explain it anymore. Mom wasn aRN, FIL is an MD/PhD, I'm an MD, and we just all agree: You can't tell till you can tell.
Just the other day an 82 year old woman here in New York was pronounced dead at a nursing home and sent to a funeral home. 3 hours after arriving they found her in the bag alive gasping for air and sent her to the hospital. There's no update yet but the family was referred to the New York state attorney general's office and an investigation is going on at the nursing home. Someone screwed up big time
Body bags should have zipper pulls on the inside.
Load More Replies...OP followed up and said: “ Also, he's good. He has horrible headaches on occasion. But he's lead a successful life and he's a great guy. He does sometimes have a problem with his temper but not violent. And he thinks he's hilarious and gets jokes mixed up.” / “He said he doesn't remember anything until he woke up in the hospital. He didn't remember the wreck.” / And “ He's sixty something now and he's ok. Hes a business owner and member of the school board. Raised two kids.”
This doesn't surprise me. I sustained the same injury, but it was the back of my head, and I was sent home with only skin stapled over my shattered skull. Your cousin lived because it was an open skull trauma. Had his skull been intact, the swelling in his brain would have killed him. There's no way to come out of it without cognitive damage, but it tends to be pretty light so long as no vital parts of the brain were compromised.
My father in law is a trained clairvoyant. But then he got a new job as a funeral director and had to close down his six sense because he got surrounded by dead people who wanted help finding their way to the peace.
my brain: And in that moment, the mortician discovered it was indeed possible to sh*t yourself in fear.
I work in a Cardiac ICU, we have quite a lot of death around here. That being said, we had one patient that comes to mind... I'll call him Greg G. (fake name)
Greg was on the unit for months. He fought very hard to stay alive every day, and to his credit he was getting better for a good space of time. Greg was fairly old. Late 70's or early 80's. The thing is, he (initially) looked very young, and acted very hip. He became a meme around the unit and everyone loved him because he was an old white dude who loved rap (2pac and biggie) and would throw gang signs sarcastically as a non-verbal que that he was feeling okay (he had a trach in so he couldn't talk). He also had his family bring mood lights into his room that synced with his music. I kid you not, his room was playing rap in rave mode sometimes. We called him "DJ Greggie G." and he loved it.
Unfortunately, he took a turn for the worse. His condition deteriorated rapidly and ultimately he died. We were devastated as a unit. His family let us keep his mood lights and too this day we keep them plugged in at the nurses station.
However. One day the mood lights turned off. We were saddened. Nobody could get them working. But then, they turned on. We were happy. And then they started flashing super irrationally.
Then we heard the patient that was in Gregs old room start screaming.
We went in to check on her. She was a confused old lady who would say some pretty wild things, but this one was weird.
She said that she was watching the flashing lights in the hall (she could see them from her room to be fair), then she said that she saw a silhouette of a man casted into the wall from the lights.
Then, she started spasticity yelling "tell Greg to leave! It's not his room anymore! Tell Greg to go!"
There is no way she knew it was Gregs room. And with her memory being the way it was, there is also no way she would remember even if she did get told. Kinda spooky...
I'm confused about why they called him "DJ Greggie G" if Greg is the fake name.... Does the real name also have a good flow?
I have a million that are more grotesque and gory than this one, but it stands out to me. I was once working at a mortuary and had to go pick up a man from the medical examiner’s office. When you do that (at least where I’m from) you get a receipt when they release the body to you. The receipt has all of the personal belongings that are with the deceased. When I brought the man back to the office I opened up the body bag to make sure all the belongings were there and double checking the receipt. When I opened up the bag I was stunned to find this dude looked almost exactly like me. He was my age, had similar tattoos In similar spots, had the same long hair I do, even had the same style of jewelry I was wearing.
It took me so off guard that I stood there in an existential crisis until the embalmer came in and was like “hey SpartanM00 how’s it goin—ahhh holy s**t that guy looks like you!” It’s the only case I’ve had nightmares about. I’ll be the one in the body bag with the deceased man opening me up.
Lol yes! The guy's twin brother, but he died when he saw the body.
Load More Replies...if that is a less grotesque and spooky story, I DO NOT want to hear your others.
it's kinda custom at the hospital here to open a window for the deceased's soul to ascend when a patient dies. the doctor or nurse who is with the patient or finds the patient will open the window as soon as they are done tending to the patient. I don't know if I believe in that, but I still think the gesture is lovely, just a very small act for someone after they died.
We do that in the UK. Not sure where OP is from. It's just a custom that everyone holds to, which I think is kinda nice.
Did that for my father when he passed and we're in the US.
Load More Replies...Can't happen here in the USA, in hospitals built since 1960. The windows aren't openable. Sad.
Hi there.....In my culture we are to do the same thing. When one passes away there is an all night wake. they are to lay the deceased one way at night, then towards morning they are turned around to lay in the opposite direction. Once family washed the deceased and leaves their gifts. As we were told they will carry those with them in the afterlife. Once it is time to take the deceased to the grave the doors to the cars, houses, workplace should be left open for at least 5-10 minutes to have the spirit of the deceased go with them to the afterlife. If this doesn't happen we are told they are trapped in the house thus not making it to their final destination to live a good life.
When my Dad passed, I tried to open his window but it was locked. I asked the nurse if she could open it and she said she'd go get the key. The new grad with her looked puzzled so the OG nurse said to her "I'll tell you later" ... It meant the world to me that his soul could be set free. ♥
I dont personally believe opening a window makes a real difference, but I really like the symbolism/thought behind it. Its very considerate and recognizes someone has gone home ❤️
Corpses eventually release bodily fluids and solids which can really stink, so an open window would help. Of course, that's only if the deceased is left alone for several hours!
I'm from Alabama and the old folks believed that you opened the windows to 'set the soul free" and you covered the mirrors of the house if they died at home. It wasn't uncommon for them to stop the clock on the wall at the time of passing. I am an MSN and you wouldn't believe the stories Nurses could tell you.
I used to be a security guard at a hospital. One night, while doing my rounds, I went into the surgery wing and was walking down a hallway when I saw a doctor looking at the whiteboard where all the scheduled surgeries are written down. I said “hello doctor” and kept going. The doctor didn’t say anything back, just kept studying the whiteboard.
When I got back to the security office, I was telling one of the guys that’s been there for years about how I greeted this doctor and he didn’t say anything back, I asked if thats the a*****e they told me to watch out for. I was asked where I saw him and I said the surgery ward, and he gave me a smirk. He then explained that the surgery ward closes at 9pm and that all patients are moved into the monitoring wards; there should be no one there. He then asked me if this doctor was studying the schedule board. I said yes and he then told me that I just met Dr. Luisitti. Apparently, some many years ago, one of the surgeons went up to the helipad and jumped off the building. Seems like he never stopped working though.
I believe that he wanted to keep working. I guess he felt that he didn't accomplish something during life, so he had to do it in death. Just my thoughts though.
Load More Replies...I used to work on a Trauma Orthopaedic ward. Back in the 80's, I was told about Dr Fawcett. He regularly visited the patients during the night. When a patient had asked for a drink, when you returned it was "it's ok, the doctor gave me a drink!"
See if it was me the next time I saw this doctor I’d reach out and touch his shoulder
I worked in a morgue, one time one of the bodies sat up, looked at me and then died again. I don’t know what happened that day, but I quit and now do construction
Apparently bodies can actually sit up after dying (something about nerves reacting idk) and then lay back down after a few seconds, but if the body looks at you? Go ahead and hightail it out lol
It's mostly gasses moving around as the body decomposes.
Load More Replies...I doubt this story VERY much, never, in all my years in funeral has this happened, their legs and arms slowly bend but that’s it, no farting, no sitting up, no making a cuppa then dying again
Build up of gases escaping the body combined with faulty / constructed memories?
why is everyone downvoting this, it's literally an explanation ffs
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During my apprenticeship, I worked at a funeral home said to be "haunted" by an old funeral director assistant who had a heart attack in the building and died. All he ever did was mess with the chapel lights and if you called him out, something like "John the family is coming, please don't" they would return to normal. Not really sure if I believe it was really haunted, but saying something always fixed the issue so I kept doing it my entire time there.
We moved a lot as a kid, and the friendly lady ghost in the one haunted house we lived in for two years liked to steal small items like my mom’s jewelry and my dads ties . Eventually we figured out that if you said “Mary, I really needed *missing item* today” She would return it. She wasn’t a jerk after all, just kind of bored
@BrockenBlue My mother died in 2004, in a nursing home. I was with her and it was very peaceful. Since then, she "haunts" me and my husband. She's a trickster. One example (of many) I lost an item that should have been on a certain shelf. I took everything off the shelf, then all of the shelves. No item. A few weeks later, I looked on the shelf in passing, and there it was. I just say "Thanks, Mom. I miss you." She then behaves until she gets lonely again. It's a pleasant fantasy we have, to explain how stuff just disappears then reappears.
Those other funeral people were right about it being like an airport. The only reason that funeral home is haunted is because he actually died there.
We have a ghost where I work of someone who use to work there her name is Wanda. She is friendly she just gets bored.
I was doing an audit on the cremated remains cabinet at work and noticed that a certain lady was still there, her service had been months earlier but her family wanted to take her back home to Jamaica so we were looking after her until the family had plans in place. I Pat the top of her casket and say “not long till you go home, Ruth” I then hear, clear as day, a massive sigh, happened to my colleague too. She has been returned to Jamaica and we haven’t heard it since
The school I work at has a ghost we call "Mary". No one mentioned it to me when I started, and I thought I was going crazy. I always felt like I was being watched, even when I was the only one there. Eventually, I just started saying what I was doing, "Need to make these copies, then do this, then I can go home", etc. After I started doing that, the intense "being watched" feeling would fade. Theres lots of stories of that and her moving things/turning things on and off.
When I was a kid I had a great uncle who was the caretaker for a local cemetery. Sometimes my dad would go work with him just to make some extra dough. One time, my pops was unavailable so he gave the job to me. Had to bury a guy. Nothing ghostly happened. It is a strange dichotomy though. On one hand here's a family on one of the worst days of their lives and on the other there's me and old Uncle Pete waiting to fill the grave. It had rained all that week. Graves fill up with a lot of water when that happens. As the lift was lowering the vault (in case peeps don't know, a burial requires the coffin to be sealed in a huge concrete vault) into the grave, my uncle looked at me and said, "S**t, I hope he's got his swimming trunks on!" And that was the day that I learned you can inject humor in a dark situation.
For about a year I delivered in-home medical equipment to Hospice patients. Saw some people in really bad shape. The kinda shape where if it were me I'd be saying, "Y'all need to end me, show me some goddamn mercy here." I also learned that cancer has a very distinct aroma. The stronger the aroma the sooner that person would be passing on. I'd be in the middle of a hospital bed setup with an oxygen concentrator and everything else and I'd be like, "Me or one of the other guys will be back here tomorrow or the day after." And usually that's what would happen.
There was a time I pulled up to a residence just to deliver some backup oxygen tanks. A guy probably in his 40s meets me in the driveway and says he's not sure if they're gonna need it. Then he hears his name called from inside followed by, "He's gone, he's gone!" Dude went back inside and I just said call your nurse right away and I got in my truck and left.
The denial some people fall into is tough sometimes. We would have families that'd be like, "Can you park your truck really far away so nobody in the neighborhood knows we have Hospice in here?" Sorry it's a s****y time but no, I sure can't do that.
The worst were the children cases. Ugh. I remember one kid, he was maybe 11? His room was just plastered with photos all him with nearly every player on the local NFL team. He had been gifted so many things from that team his room looked like a storefront. I set up his equipment on a Tuesday and an aide was telling me, "Obviously they know it's terminal but they're just looking forward to getting him out of the hospital so he can at least be at home for his last few months." I was back by Friday clearing everything out because the little fella was home a grand total of like 36 hours before he left. F****n dagger in the heart. His mother was a complete disaster, walking around the house clutching his framed school photo she had taken off the wall.
No ghostly stuff, tho. No weird occurrences, no weird noises or anything. Also worked in a hospital when I was younger and would mop and buff the floors in the morgue. The orderlies told me they used to prank new guys by having one of them lay on the table and then jump up at them. Thankfully they never did that to me haha.
Wow I just rambled way too long. Sorry errybody. Ain't nobody give a good goddamn about yo stories, foo! And now you talking to yoself, people gonna think ya nuts!
I want a woodland burial, no embalming, no concrete - let my body go back to the earth. Sure, I won't personally know anything about it, but just locking up all the nutrients forever or dousing them with chemicals? I hate that idea. My dad wants (or used to want) his ashes to be mixed in with the compost bin for the same reason.
Embalming and concrete vaults is very American. Not so common in other parts of the world.
Load More Replies...I loved your stories! You told them with compassion and humor, and you sure seem like someone I'd want setting me up for my last days, if it came to that.
Always happy to listen to a fellow panda. We all have such different lives but the same humanity. +
I don't think you're nuts, and you need to vent this trauma... this stuff affects people more than they often realize! Ramble away!!!
I don't remember any unusual smell on my mother the day before her passing... Anybody have experienced this though?
I think he is talking about the smell from chemo and the drugs that are used on terminal patients.
Load More Replies...Why the concrete vault thing? I certainly wouldn't want that, how would my body ever return to nature?
It's not specifically just Cancer alone. Death has a certain aroma as you refer it. I was able to pick up on it as a young girl helping take care of sick relatives. My family didn't believe in Nursing Homes so Hospice and End of Life Care were at home or in the hospital.
I used to be a driver for a funeral home corporation. Like, drive the hearse and pick up the bodies. Never had anything creepy happen, a few funny things, a few traumatic things. In general it was a chill job.
However. I did get incredibly uncomfortable one night picking up a man who died at home, he still had the defibrillator leads on his chest and his eyes were closed, which is unusual because the eyes are always open. He just looked like he was asleep or unconscious. Not rigid or pale or anything.
I just had this sinking feeling for about half an hour in traffic that he was going to suddenly gasp and wake up in the body bag.
Then it hit me.
That would be the coolest thing ever. I’d take him home and he’d be back with his family. So I just kind of drove slowly and turned up some music and sang along and talked to him. When I got him to the funeral home I left him out of the cooler for about an hour while I did paperwork and played on my phone. When I got another call I checked on him and his limbs had started to stiffen. I was kind of bummed. I put him in the cooler and went on my next call.
Yep, that totally would. Shame it didn't happen. But who knows, maybe one day...
I would have done the same thing probably even had the same thought process of being afraid and then thinking that.
I would drive off the goddamn road if that happened well he was in the back of the hearse
Corpses move when you cremate em.
People who don't know this get spooked a lot.
I used to live next door to a crematorium. That's a smell you never forget.
Burn Unit. It would be 15 years before I’d figure out that’s why I hate the smell of pork cooking.
Load More Replies...When I worked at a funeral home, we pranked a new staff member during a cremation. Told him to watch for movement, just in case the client was still alive. The body sat up and the last we saw of the new guy was a dust cloud drifting to the ground as his screams disappeared into the distance
Both heartless and hilariously morbid. You are my new favorite person on BP lol
Load More Replies...When bodies are being cremated, there is one point when they are perfectly cooked.
Nah, pretty sure the cooking time is different for different body parts.
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My roomie/best bud is a mortician, and I'm around the funeral home a fair amount myself and know the staff pretty well. I've spent the night there before.
Nothing weird happens there.
I have had some experiences I can't explain, so I was a little surprised none of the staff ever had an odd experience, especially since some of them do believe in ghosts and whatnot. But they told me, if ghosts were real, why in the world would they linger at a funeral home? It's just a transition space, like an airport.
No one wants to just stay in the damn airport. Haunt the place you died, or the people you love, or the home you never want to leave, or however it works, if it works. Who would want to linger in a funeral home they have no attachment to, that their body only visited after they already were gone?
I feel like the “lost” part of lost souls is to blame for mortuary ghosts… is there GPS in the afterlife?
Yup, there's GPS - Ghosts, Poltergeists, and Spectres.
Load More Replies...I've felt the same way about graveyards. Why would they stay? Go be with your family, or your favorite place, or your house growing up. Why hang out in a cemetery?
My kids were very young(early 90's). Went out for a walk and at an intersection, where the funeral home is, a man standing there checking his watch and tapping it as if it was faulty. Got to the corner, man came across, looked at each other..I freaked (quietly as not to alarm my daughters). It was my Dad (died in '78). Figured I was hallucinating, until my oldest looked back and asked where the man went...yup! Gone.
My feelings exactly. I do believe that sometimes people hang around. I bought the house my nana died in from my parents. I would not only sense her, but smell her sometimes. It became more apparent when we renovated the house and moved the bedroom to what was the sitting room she used to spend a lot of time in. The point of me telling this is that a few years ago my mum suffered a collapse ld lung. She had since left the country and moved 13,000km away. My mum said to me one day after her recovery that she hadn't told anyone in case they thought she was mad, but my nana was with her. I hadn't felt nana for about a week before mum got ill so I said, "so that is where she went! Give her my love". This was about 2 years ago and mum still talks to her.
Airports usually have a bookshop. Is there a spectral bookshop in the funeral home?
I'd probably hang around if there was a bookstore. Peace & quiet & books, heck ya!
Load More Replies...Kudos to people that can do it. I've watched way too many horror movies..
I’m not in the funeral business but I was a cop in the 80’s. Three in the morning walking the streets checking business doors to make sure they were locked. A few days before, our only mortuary caught fire and burned. It was basically burned to the ground but it was still standing. The front door was intact. As I was walking past it, I instinctively checked the door and found it unlocked so I went in. The ENTIRE building was charred black. I could see nothing but black charred wood anywhere. I walked the length of the hall to the sanctuary. What I saw next made me step back a few. In the middle of this charred blackened room, on a small pedestal, was a white crushed-velvet child’s coffin. It looked like it would hold a toddler. Not. One. Drop. If. Soot. Was. On. The. Coffin. Not a spec. Nada. The entire building was totally destroyed but here sat this pristine coffin. I turned and left.
🎶looking like a true survivor, fEeLIng LiKe A LiTtLe KiD🎶
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Mom told me stories when I was growing up. Her first job out of nursing school was an RN in the ER of an old hospital in Virginia in the mid-1980s. There was the "man in the hat" and "patient 1". Most of the nurses had stories about them. The "man in the hat" would show up and stand outside of rooms after visiting hours. The patients often died soon after. "Patient 1" was a woman in a very old hospital gown. She'd walk in the halls before entering random rooms. Those patients usually coded. They took the man to be an omen of death and the woman to be a heads-up to grab the crash cart.
They don’t use carpeting in any hospital I’ve ever been in. That probably is a hotel.
Load More Replies...'the man in the hat' is a pretty common thing for people to see, rly creepy that hes an omen of death here
Back when I worked in cardiology. We had this one single room at the a*s end or the floor. We'd put palliative patients or patients that needed isolation in there. I swear three different patients in the years I worked there told me they had woken in the middle of the night and seen an old man and a little girl holding hands, both standing at the foot of the bed, doing nothing.
They weren’t doing nothing… they were having fun scaring the sh*t out of all of you
We had a patient at my hospital many years ago start screaming about "the Black Train, I saw it, don't let it take me!"... then someone next door to him would code and pass. It was 1 of those things that made your stomach drop to your feet. I had told several people about this for years, then watching "Yellowstone " recently, they talked about the same damn thing! The Black Train! My bf said I went white as a sheet. Some experiences prior to death might be common!!! I saw the rolling black smoke only once in a dream, 4 years ago, and it woke me out of a dead sleep to my ex sneaking up to assault me on my couch... it looked like Black smoke rolling out of a steam engine and coming at me. I jolted awake right before he got to my head and neck. That was when I knew what my patient was talking about. Death rolling towards you.
Load More Replies...When I worked retail, a handful of coworkers and myself had to work overnight to do inventory. I was helping a coworker with his department and we decided to take a break, talk and look out the big windows we had that were a about 15 meters away. It was pitch black outside around 2am when I glanced towards the bottom right of one of the huge windows and saw a little girl with pigtails and a barely visible face looking in from outside. I looked at my coworker and he looked back at me with a terrified expression so I asked him what he just saw so there wouldn't be any bias. He said a little girl with pigtails and she disappeared. So we noped our happy selfs all the way to the break room..
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We had a ghost patient at the end of the hall in a building that was already 50 years old (it still had windows that opened...). I saw her one night, walking back and forth from the two empty rooms at the end of the hall. That's all she ever did, and it was rare. Frankly, I don't believe in ghosts, so it must have been a trick of the lights. It was late, and the lights were dimmed.
I worked within hospice and long term care. The spookiest phenomenon was the man in the corner. It happens all the time for people actively dying. They see a shadowy man in the corner of their room.
🤔 wonder what would happen if you croaked in a hall of mirrors?
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My sister was in hospice forever. She talked about variations of this..like seeing relatives who had died previously... but basically everyone saw someone.
It's a very common for people in the active dying phase to see things that aren't there. Nobody can explain it
Our senses take in far more information than our brains can process so it filters out the vast majority (like 96%) to make sense of our experiences. The information our brains choose to pay attention to is largely guided by our belief systems, the stories we buy into. The things those folks see might not be seen by the people with them, but that doesn’t necessarily mean those things aren’t there.
Load More Replies...My 19yr old daughter who had Down syndrome definitely saw someone right before she passed. She had covid, i thought she was getting better but probably had a stroke and it was very fast. One minute hugging...looking behind me and said ok like answering someone. She then laid down, i said I will be right back cuz had to go out to get the paramedics and was gone under 3 mins. Came back n she was hone.
As a Nurse, you can "feel" when someone's Angel is there waiting with them when they are ready to leave this world.
I’ve done every type of nursing for many years and have never “felt” someone’s angel.
Load More Replies...My dad just passed a couple of months ago. Right before he passed, he kept seeing someone in the corner of his room. The night he passed, my brother & I were in the room with him when all of a sudden my brother asks me 'Did you just see that?'. He saw a small light orb zip from one corner of the room to the other. I didn't see it since I was focusing on my dad. It weirded him out so much, he left soon after that happened. I guess when he got into his truck to go home, he smelled my grandmother's (dad's mom) very distinctive perfume inside his truck. I fully believe it was my grandmother waiting to bring her boy home.
While I was in nursing school, I worked as a night shift tech on a general hospital floor. Our "sister floor" became the COVID floor during the pandemic. One night we got a call from upstairs that a patient had passed away and they were out of body bags, so a nurse and I went upstairs to bring them one. On our way back to our floor, the elevator doors closed like normal but the elevator didn't go anywhere. All of a sudden the doors opened back up and then closed again, and we were moving. We looked at each other and the nurse said out loud, "it's ok, we'll show you the way out". Hospital windows don't open like the old days, so I guess souls have to take the elevator.
And that's why a hospital is no place to recover: the windows don't open.
As a student I worked with cadavers. Nothing creepy ever happened except every cadaver that came in had nail or toenail polish that matched mine exactly. I started changing colors frequently, with different colors on my nails and toes, but each one would come in with a matching color. I’d custom mix colors, but the same thing happened.
I stopped painting my nails and it solved the problem, but that was a surprisingly stressful six months.
“Nothing creepy ever happened except…” then they say something really creepy happened.
Not a ghost story, but When I was in the army, I served on a few honor guard duties for transporting soldiers remains.
One time we were taking Korean war era remains that had been uncovered in Korea and transported to the USA for identification.
For most of the remains, the transfer cases (industrial aluminum caskets) were very light, like you'd expect with 40 year old remains. A couple of the cases were heavy, like a couple hundred pounds.
I've never stopped wondering what was in those cases. It wasn't 40 year old bones
Probably all the dog tags they were able to retrieve, and personal belongings.
Not me, but my mom's ex's story. My grandpa was the mortician for a small town in the late 60's. The morgue was attached to the house that my mom lived in. That's just how it was and it didn't bother her. One day her boyfriend, Tom came over to the house and no one was home. They had been dating for a while and he was comfortable going inside and waiting for my mom to come home. On the way into the house Tom noticed that the door and windows into the morgue were open, so he checked it out, found it empty, closed everything and went into the house. A few minutes later he heard a loud slamming noise come from the morgue, so he ran to see what was wrong and found that the doors and windows had been thrown fully open again. He got got out of there real quick. When he told my grandpa about what happened, my grandpa just calmly explained that they had picked up Mrs...... that morning and the spirits were there welcoming her and visiting with her. Next time Tom should just leave the doors and windows open.
I feel like this could've been grandpa messing with his daughter's boyfriend
I work in long-term enhanced care, people don't get better but we keep them comfortable. A couple stories I can think of:
1. A husband and wife both with severe, almost non-verbal dementia in the same room but different beds. I have my back to the husband as I'm turning the wife who is facing him. Suddenly her eyes get wide and she looks terrified. She says, "He doesn't look very good with his face blue like that." I'm like oh s**t did he die? But when I turned around he was alive and sleeping. I don't know what that woman saw.
2. A tall shadow man on one specific unit. Multiple people have seen it, some even following it into rooms thinking it's a patient, but then no one's there.
3. There was a man who had a cardiac event while sitting on the toilet. He fell forward and put a hole in the bathroom wall. He died. Soon after, a new woman moves into the room after everything is fixed. She comes out to the nurses station one night pissed off. She says, "Who's going to tell that man to get out of my room? And when are they fixing the giant hole in the bathroom?"
4. A very nice family was sitting with a resident while he died. The man had been basically comatose for two days already. The sister comes out and asks for a Bible. This was not a religious family. She said he had sat straight up, eyes bugged out and started screaming, then flopped back down. I was like, say no more and found her a Bible.
Apparently it's really common for people with heart disease to have an attack while straining on the toilet.
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I work overnights in an assisted living facility (ALF) that mostly deals with dementia and Alzheimer's. When someone who's lived there for a while starts actively dying, it's like the rest of the residents get restless. Like they know Death is pacing the halls. Often, the restless residents will, one by one, start talking while in their rooms. I used to go in and check on them, ask what they're saying, who they're talking to. They all respond, "the girl in the closet."
I have closed closets. I have left small lights on for them. I have gotten one up and taken her to the living room with me and, still, she stared at the door-less linen closet in the hall and chattered away (not always comprehensible). It only stops after the actively dying patient finally passes.
A few residents who have passed started talking to The Girl In The Closet just *days before* they sharply decline and start dying. One of the most recent was in October. I'd go in at night to change her diaper, and she'd be propped up on an arm in her bed, chatting away to the Girl. She smiled at me, one time, and pointed at the closet and said, "Oh, haven't you met her? She's such a lovely girl. See this is my nephew, I told you about."
I said I'd be back later and didn't go back for almost an hour when she was asleep again.
Scary, because it’s hard to know if they all knew about it and hallucinated it or it was something else.
especially because - if i've learned anything from ghost/paranormal shows - unless you KNOW that a child died there, it's almost certainly NOT the ghost of a child...
Load More Replies...I wonder if its a reaper. They get really crappy reputations, but i'd imagine they would just be doing their jobs and some may even be compassionate.
Do they normally collectively hallucinate the same thing, at different moments in time?
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I worked in ward nursing for 10 years. The spookiest thing that happened was a doctor hiding under the bed when I cleaned my first body and scaring the s**t out of me. That definitely helped me get over the fear factor of working with the dead.
Bodies groan and leak when you roll them to clean them but that's normal. You just talk to them nicely as if they were alive (e.g. "We're just going to put you in your nicest pajamas for your son to come and say goodbye. I'll give your face a clean. I'll paint your nails fresh as I know you liked them this way.")
On most wards there was a "haunted" room that staff members would avoid. They all said it was haunted because the buzzer would mysteriously off by itself. Funnily enough, it would always stop buzzing randomly after maintenance came to fix it.
I worked as a CNA in a nursing home for some time and we were responsible for cleaning up our patients when they passed away. I think some of it is really a habit of talking to them so kind and explaining what you're doing as we'd often have non-verbal and dementia patients, who may not be able to speak to us. So we needed to be as reassuring and calming as possible. While explaining the care we were going to be providing to them would ensure them their dignity and respect while doing so. Some of the kindest people I've ever met, I worked with there. Most really cared deeply for their patients. You definitely build a relationship with many of them.
Load More Replies...One morning, as I was coming on shift (I'm a RN in the UK), an old lady had passed away during the night. As the porters came to move the lady to the mortuary, every buzzer on the ward, even in the empty rooms we used for storage, came on. Even with no switch connected! I was the sucker who went round turning them all off. The ward was known to be haunted, the ward manager had heard voices on a summer evening.
I was an RN and was working in a very well off town in MS. The hospital had two ICUs with the second one being an overflow type unit on the third floor. There were seven rooms in that unit and room two was haunted. Numerous times different nurses watched something walk into the room but the room would be empty without a patient in it. One time a nurse had an actual patient in room two. It was about 4 am and the nurse was going to do a dressing change. She took the stuff into the room and the patient asked what she was going to do. She said "change your dressings." The patient said "oh no that other nurse was just in here about 30 min ago and did it." The nurse looked and yes the dressing was fresh. She went out to the desk and told the one other nurse thanks for doing that. The nurse was baffled and said "I didn't change the dressing." They both freaked out a bit. Rumor has it that an RN that had worked for the hospital a long time died in that room. The hospital is now a dorm for a big college so fun times may be had by a bunch of college students.
"Let's get a fresh bandage on that, young man." "Who are you, get away from me!" "But I need to change your dressing! Your injuries won't heal on their own, you know." "I'm not injured, get the hell out of my dorm room!"
I, a nurse, worked with another nurse who had a strange experience. Her daughter was in the hospital giving birth. Shortly after she delivered, she crashed and my friend had to leave the room while the staff stabilized her daughter. While waiting, she sat on the floor outside the room and was crying. She said an older nurse in a uniform dress came up to her and asked what was wrong. My friend told her, and the nurse comforted her and assured her that her daughter would be fine. A few minutes later she was allowed back in to her daughter's room. She commented to one of the other nurses that the older nurse had really helped her calm down. This second nurse asked her which nurse it was. My friend described her as an older nurse with a dress on. She was then told that there was no nurse working at the hospital wearing a dress or who resembled her physical description. She swears that the older nurse had to be a kindly spirit . . . I agree.
I had a buddy who worked in forensics and s**t, figuring out how people died.
He had a body come in from the city, and the corpse was covered in scratch marks. Like deep, horrid scratches as well as bite marks around the collarbone. It obviously came from an animal, but they couldn't figure out what it was. The more wild thing is that the guy died in an apartment in the middle of a city.
wonder what sort of exotic, probably illegal, pet the guy likely owned
Tattooist Roy Boy had 2 tigers in his basement in Gary, indiana. And I do remember in 2008 chicago cops killed a cougar that was roaming the near north side.
Not paranormal, but my wife grew up in a funeral home (mom was a funeral director). They had a cat that would wander into viewings and the relatives would always comment that it was grandma or whoever visiting in cat form.
Is nobody going to say anything about how the squirrel in the background is an absolute UNIT
I will! He’s the thiccest squirrel I have seen so far!
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I've gotten lab results which suggest that the patient's condition should be incompatible with life and yet according to the paperwork they stubbornly persist in biological undeath.
And the answer is always that their healthcare provider sent the wrong sample with the wrong label on it for testing.
The solution is to ~~recommend the termination of the patient because computers are never wrong~~ call up the provider and yell at them.
I was once shown by a Dr. in hospital a flatline EKG. Notes written on the chart made it clear that the patient was very alive. Dr. laughed and told me that the EKG measures bodily electrical signals......it did not see his TWO pacemakers. Said it scared the technician half to death.
“Oh, thanks for coming in Mr. Smith. Your test results are here and we have an answer to your medical issues…. Apparently you are dead.”
What do they mean by "biological undeath"? How often does something like this happen?
They just mean "refusing to die in a situation where you couldn't not die". How often does that happen? Not very often, I'd imagine! As for lab test mix-ups, I have no idea.
Load More Replies...This is something my mom told me and we've been around enough death. We were just moving from North Carolina to our new home in Massachusetts in 95'. I was 4 or 5 at the time. We were just riding past the house that was 1 house down from ours but across the street. My mom told me that I pointed at the house and said "mommy, I see angels". Weird but nothing out of the ordinary for a child. The following day in the newspaper, there in obituary was a listing of that same house on that day I said what I said, that the owner died of a heart attack.
I got a little freaked one day in church. We wish each other peace at a certain time in the service. I turned to speak to the man next to me who was holding a toddler. As I smiled at him, the little boy waved his arm and said 'look, the angel Gabriel' pointing at a place in the wall where nothing was. I hope good things happened to that boy and his family.
I used to work at this very old country club, I think it was built in the late 1800's. There was a really bad natural disaster and the ballroom type room became a temporary morgue while they cleaned up the town.
I usually was responsible for closing up shop since I was a bartender and would normally be the last one left. F**k man, did that place gimme me the heebie jeebies. Nothing outwork ghostly, but many many times I'd be leaving the parking lot only to see that lights still on in the bar room, which I swore I had turned off, so they worse part was having to go back in and walk through the dark building to go turn off some lights. Not only that but the stereo would turn back on all the time.
Silverware and dishes would go missing all the time, when you could have swore you had left something in that spot.
Overall, great place to work at, but the open secret was this place was haunted as f**k.
Do you mean Bobby Mackey's? It's ten minutes from me.
Load More Replies...Sooooo...I wrk at a 1800s Era courthouse. Obviously it haunted. Buuut I have not been above dropping by at night, flicking the lights on and off, running around making noise in the attic, moving books in the library...so I'm either a ghost or a 50yo with the humor of an 11yo and too much time on my hands.
I would continue on my way if I saw anything was turned back on, especially if I felt certain that it was off before I locked up. The staff all knew that the place was haunted so they could sum it up to that.
LOL You had a squatter. Nothing scary about that, unless they were armed.
I lived at the cemetery I worked at. I had several weird occurrences.
It was a house with an office attached. Next to the kitchen was an office that led through to another sitting room. I was in the kitchen cooking and my dog got up suddenly barking at the office doorway. Then as he's barking he slowly and fearfully makes his way through that office towards the sitting room doorway. I'm like what the heck doggo so I into the office and he is at the doorway barking full steam but WILL NOT enter the sitting room. I go into the sitting room to check it out and I see nothing. I try to call him in and he just continues to bark, hair on his back raised and will not cross the threshold into that room.
I ended up closing the door to both rooms and he finally calmed some but he kept looking over their and growling under his breath towards the door. Weird.
Yup. I've lived in two houses that I believe were haunted and the dogs always reacted. First one was a house custom built for a woman and her family but she died right after they moved in (it wasn't in the house but I don't remember exact cause). She apparently was really excited for the sunroom and my dogs would always react to something in there. Other is current house. Don't know a lot of history other then there were civil war battles fought near by. My current dogs react to something negatively a lot which scares me, this includes one from the first haunted house. More happened/happens, just telling my dogs stories
Load More Replies...I actually grew up in a cemetery. That usually throws people off when I say that, but I was the grandson of the local sexton of the cemetery. I won't say where, because frankly, I don't want people to go there. I will say that its built into the side of a butte, and is somewhere in the mountain west of the US. As a kid, I didn't experience a whole lot. My grandpa claims that occasionally when I was in the playpen and he was working on a grave I would talk to someone. At around 2-3 years old. My grandpa claims to have seen some stuff, but he was always vague, I think he thought it was just for him to have seen. As a teen, I got interested in those serious questions, like what happens if we die and what happens to the soul if we have one. Being a teenage on the edge of being a full blown atheist, who's only exposure to spirituality was the spiritual death that is the mormon church, I had somethings I wanted to know. So I took a few friends and hung out at this massive cemetery I grew up in in the middle of nowhere trying to talk to dead people. I still worked there on occasion during the summer with granddad. These experiences take place from around 2006 to 2012. 1.One night I was in a section with a couple other people, towards the front entrance. This section is where they bury children. Kids younger than 10, the plots are smaller. I just had a feeling, so we stayed. After a few minutes, I heard the sound of kids feet running through the grass, and kids giggling, as if they were playing. I then felt something touch my hand, like something grabbing my pointer finger and holding it. 2.I saw what looked like the shadow of a person standing next to a big tree. It was shifting back and forth on its feet, and it looked like a man. My friend spotted it and asked it to come closer. It did. All of a sudden, loud footsteps were upon us, and in a panic, we booked it out of there as fast as possible. There's quite a few more that I can talk about. But that's just a few. Anyway, I don't really give a s**t if someone believes me or not, and I'm not much of an atheist these days.
? Not sure what a/theism has to do with anything. You can be an atheist and believe in (or just be open to the idea of) something happening after death, or other paranormal business.
I think Richard Dawkins has convinced people that atheism = strict skepticism of anything supernatural. (Which is sad, really, because there is so much more nuance to human belief than many modern atheists will admit)
Load More Replies...Not me but a guy I knew told me when he was a kid his mom worked for a funeral home preparingthe deceased for viewing and after school he would help her. That did not last long. Mom asked him to tie a woman’s shoes while she was occupied with something else. As he’s tying the shoes the body sat up and he claims he punched her in the chest and ran screaming and crying. Never to return to the funeral home again.
Sometimes happens when rigour mortis sets in on the abdominal muscles, causing them to tighten
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I used to be a nurse assistant on a cancer floor that also served as the hospice floor. The number of times a patient would pass and be removed from a room, only to have that room's call light continue to go off without anyone inside was just nuts. And before you say maybe the light was just damaged or moved strangely in the process of removing the body, *that's the only time* it would happen. Broken call lights, in any other circumstance, just wouldn't come on at all.
And now I'm remembering the person talking about since hospital windows don't open the spirit was taking the elevator
Continually pressing the call button until someone opens the damn window, or takes them in the elevator to the front door. It's basic customer service.
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Might be a little tangential, but bear with me. For many years, I was in the US Navy based in Japan. After the tsunami hit Fukushima, we spent a few months off the coast resupplying helicopters that were ferrying supplies and searching for bodies of people who were washed out to sea. When we did find a body, we were instructed to put them in a body bag and store those bags in an area called the starboard castle-way (sheltered area outside of the pressurized interior) until a Japanese Coast Guard helicopter could come by to retrieve them. For a while after we were finished with that mission, some of my shipmates reportedly saw ghosts in that area of the ship. I didn't see any ghosts, but it was not uncommon for me to feel some unnatural chills there.
I don’t have any ghost stories, but when I worked at a funeral home, a gravedigger I would talk to when I was off to the side during graveside services had a good story about a guy who used to visit his wife’s grave frequently to feed birds around it so they’d gather there and keep her company. He, presumably, thought this was a sweet thing to do, but the cemetery staff were always having to wash bird s**t off her headstone.
Roommate back in college was an intern at a coroner’s office. Told me about a heavyset guy that had been brought in that would pass gas (loudly) every time they moved it. Took the body a couple of days to run out of gas. Don’t know if that’s normal, but it creeped him out and I found it to be interesting to hear about.
#1 I worked at a funeral home for a while, and we had a contract with the local council for paupers funerals for homeless people and other unknown lost ones. My job was cleaning, prepping and dressing. At the funerals, I would stand to one side on standby in case they needed me. One day a small bag was brought in and inside it was a newborn. From what we were told, a teenage girl had given birth and left the baby wrapped up in a blanket late at night in an area where there is a lot of foot traffic during the day. The night the child was left, temperatures had plummeted, and the poor thing had frozen to death. I worked with the director to deal with this little boy, and we worked in silence. We just knew what each other was doing and let the preparations happen. He got out a suit for babies, and we put it on him. I finished up by combing his hair and trimming his nails. At the crematorium the director usually says a few words about the deceased "He had a kind warm, face"
#2 "He had soft, gentle, caring hands" With this baby he said "He came into the world in the arms of a scared mother. She panicked and tried to place him somewhere where he would be found and cared for. To be loved. To be safe. She didn't want any harm to come to that child, even though she was not thinking clearly, she tried to keep him safe. I hope she is found, and she gets the help and support she dearly needs" That is burned into my memory forever. The boy was cremated and the only people at the funeral were the director, the staff, the vicar and 2 council workers. Breaks my heart just thinking about it now. They never did find the girl but I hope she did get the help she needed
Load More Replies...Heard a story about a couple of Irish drinking buddies. They agreed that whoever outlived the other would pour a bottle of good Irish whiskey on the grave of the one who died first. When the second one died and got to heaven, the first was waiting for him. "Ye said ye'd pour a bottle of whiskey on me grave every year!" said the first. "Aye, laddie! And I did!" claimed the second. "Did ye have to filter it through yer kidneys, first?!"
I attended a distant relative’s funeral when i was 12, old man was all stiff and his arm was sticking out and won’t fit in the coffin. A stupid guy said just break it, he won’t feel no pain. Then they older son of the man said dad is waiting for his favourite youngest son to return (he’s flying back from another city) and later that day the youngest son came home and he knelt down next to the dead and said dad I’m home, you can relax and rest now. The dead man then dropped his arm me and a few kids were scared to death! To this day i still remember this and that’s when i started to believe in spirits (am not religious).
One evening I was helping a fellow nurse look after one of her patients who was dying. I was the one who always went in to help. Even though we tried to keep her as comfortable as possible, she was obviously suffering. Due to a family situation, they didn’t even want to be notified she had died. Just send her to the pre arranged funeral home. Just before the end of the shift the patient’s nurse came to me and asked “Can you come check Mrs.X for me? I think she’s dead, but I’m not sure. ????? We have our list of checks to do to determine death and if all of those checks are in the negative well, they’re dead. I went into the room followed by her nurse. I did all of the checks. Yep. She was definitely dead. I backed away from the bed and just stood and looked at her. Then it hit me. I said “She’s definitely dead, but she’s still in there.” My friend said “OMG!! You see it too! I thought I was going crazy and that’s why I wanted you to double-check”.
The short conclusion to above. As we were leaving my friend told the oncoming nurse to get her to the morgue ASAP. “ She’s waiting for her family to come. She’s not going to leave until you get her to the morgue and she understands they’re not coming”.
Load More Replies..."We all believe in ghosts." No, we don't. Not even at the subliminal level. Weird and strange noises may be unexplainable, but that doesn't make them supernatural.
LOL. You sound exactly like my dad did right before our house’s ghost shook him awake. He chased her through the hallway convinced it was a real person playing a prank until he followed her to the exact point in the staircase where my mother sister and I had all reported to seeing a ghost. And she turned around smiled at him and disappeared. My father was one of the most rational men I have ever met. This is what it took for him to believe in ghosts, but eventually believe he did.
Load More Replies...In the 80's(yes I'm old, f*ck you) one of my cousins was declared dead from a heroin overdose and they called my parents as the next of kin to identify him(he was a regular there and they knew our family). When they got there and asked where to go they were told the cafeteria. When they got there they were already confused and even more so when they found my cousin in a hospital gown, @ss cheeks hanging out and having a cup of coffee. They asked one of the Drs what the hell was going on and why they would call and say he was dead. He tells them how while the nurse was trying to tie his toe tag on, he sat straight up and told her to stop tickling his foot. The nurse fainted and he went to get a cup of coffee.
I am in my early 60s now but for the majority of my younger life I have always believe that when you die that is it no nothing. However, with some of the experiences I’ve had with some dying relatives etc. has certainly changed my mind there is for sure something else after we die what exactly it is I don’t know.
#1 I worked at a funeral home for a while, and we had a contract with the local council for paupers funerals for homeless people and other unknown lost ones. My job was cleaning, prepping and dressing. At the funerals, I would stand to one side on standby in case they needed me. One day a small bag was brought in and inside it was a newborn. From what we were told, a teenage girl had given birth and left the baby wrapped up in a blanket late at night in an area where there is a lot of foot traffic during the day. The night the child was left, temperatures had plummeted, and the poor thing had frozen to death. I worked with the director to deal with this little boy, and we worked in silence. We just knew what each other was doing and let the preparations happen. He got out a suit for babies, and we put it on him. I finished up by combing his hair and trimming his nails. At the crematorium the director usually says a few words about the deceased "He had a kind warm, face"
#2 "He had soft, gentle, caring hands" With this baby he said "He came into the world in the arms of a scared mother. She panicked and tried to place him somewhere where he would be found and cared for. To be loved. To be safe. She didn't want any harm to come to that child, even though she was not thinking clearly, she tried to keep him safe. I hope she is found, and she gets the help and support she dearly needs" That is burned into my memory forever. The boy was cremated and the only people at the funeral were the director, the staff, the vicar and 2 council workers. Breaks my heart just thinking about it now. They never did find the girl but I hope she did get the help she needed
Load More Replies...Heard a story about a couple of Irish drinking buddies. They agreed that whoever outlived the other would pour a bottle of good Irish whiskey on the grave of the one who died first. When the second one died and got to heaven, the first was waiting for him. "Ye said ye'd pour a bottle of whiskey on me grave every year!" said the first. "Aye, laddie! And I did!" claimed the second. "Did ye have to filter it through yer kidneys, first?!"
I attended a distant relative’s funeral when i was 12, old man was all stiff and his arm was sticking out and won’t fit in the coffin. A stupid guy said just break it, he won’t feel no pain. Then they older son of the man said dad is waiting for his favourite youngest son to return (he’s flying back from another city) and later that day the youngest son came home and he knelt down next to the dead and said dad I’m home, you can relax and rest now. The dead man then dropped his arm me and a few kids were scared to death! To this day i still remember this and that’s when i started to believe in spirits (am not religious).
One evening I was helping a fellow nurse look after one of her patients who was dying. I was the one who always went in to help. Even though we tried to keep her as comfortable as possible, she was obviously suffering. Due to a family situation, they didn’t even want to be notified she had died. Just send her to the pre arranged funeral home. Just before the end of the shift the patient’s nurse came to me and asked “Can you come check Mrs.X for me? I think she’s dead, but I’m not sure. ????? We have our list of checks to do to determine death and if all of those checks are in the negative well, they’re dead. I went into the room followed by her nurse. I did all of the checks. Yep. She was definitely dead. I backed away from the bed and just stood and looked at her. Then it hit me. I said “She’s definitely dead, but she’s still in there.” My friend said “OMG!! You see it too! I thought I was going crazy and that’s why I wanted you to double-check”.
The short conclusion to above. As we were leaving my friend told the oncoming nurse to get her to the morgue ASAP. “ She’s waiting for her family to come. She’s not going to leave until you get her to the morgue and she understands they’re not coming”.
Load More Replies..."We all believe in ghosts." No, we don't. Not even at the subliminal level. Weird and strange noises may be unexplainable, but that doesn't make them supernatural.
LOL. You sound exactly like my dad did right before our house’s ghost shook him awake. He chased her through the hallway convinced it was a real person playing a prank until he followed her to the exact point in the staircase where my mother sister and I had all reported to seeing a ghost. And she turned around smiled at him and disappeared. My father was one of the most rational men I have ever met. This is what it took for him to believe in ghosts, but eventually believe he did.
Load More Replies...In the 80's(yes I'm old, f*ck you) one of my cousins was declared dead from a heroin overdose and they called my parents as the next of kin to identify him(he was a regular there and they knew our family). When they got there and asked where to go they were told the cafeteria. When they got there they were already confused and even more so when they found my cousin in a hospital gown, @ss cheeks hanging out and having a cup of coffee. They asked one of the Drs what the hell was going on and why they would call and say he was dead. He tells them how while the nurse was trying to tie his toe tag on, he sat straight up and told her to stop tickling his foot. The nurse fainted and he went to get a cup of coffee.
I am in my early 60s now but for the majority of my younger life I have always believe that when you die that is it no nothing. However, with some of the experiences I’ve had with some dying relatives etc. has certainly changed my mind there is for sure something else after we die what exactly it is I don’t know.
