Here are a few creepy tales from AllNurses.com, a website dedicated to nurses and the medical profession. Pleasant dreams!
Don’t Let Them Take Me
The best I have heard is from a nurse who said that one night she was floated to oncology at the hospital where she used to work. She was given a patient who was passing away and had been unconscious for several days. At one point during the night the nurse went into the room and the patient was at the top of the bed and looked at her and said, “Don’t let them take me!” The nurse was freaked out and asked the patient who was going to take her and she said that black thing up there and pointed up in the air. This patient died within minutes.
Calling From the Grave
We had a patient who was always on the call button. You know the type. The nurses have to take turns during the shift answering the call button so the primary can actually do other work.
I work 7pm-7am. He died about 8pm. Oh, the look on his face, like, “How could you let me die!” Like it was our fault. Anyway, family came and gone by 9pm, funeral home gone at 9:30pm. About 10pm, the call button starts going off. I was there – call button going off every 5 minutes.
One of the nurses was a very spiritual girl. At about 2am, after like 4 HOURS OF THIS, nurse Mary snaps, “Enough!”
She walks down and practically screams into the empty room: “Mr. X, you have died. You can’t be in here bothering us anymore. Move along. In the name of Jesus, I’m exorcising you from this plane of existence. Go to the light and be happy!”
And I kid you not, the call button stopped going off then and there.
Time to Die
Lost in the Darkness
I don’t know if this qualifies as a ghost story but here it is. I was taking care of a 12 year old with aplastic anemia. A week before she died, every day, at 12:15pm, I would get a cold chill across the back of my neck and the hair there would stand up. I mentioned it to the evening nurse, who was convinced she would die at that time. Several days later, her parents decided to cease all treatment. She lapsed into a coma. At 12 noon, she woke; asked me to hold her up; said goodbye to her parents, grandparents, and siblings; and died in my arms. It was 12:15 pm.
I work as a CNA in long term care. We had one resident, “Betty,” who was totally independent. All ADL’s were done on her own and she did fine on her own, never had an incident. The only time she wanted help was showers and then she only wanted you around to make sure she didn’t slip and fall. Betty came down with pneumonia and had to be hospitalized. When she came back she was too weak to do things on her own but too stubborn to ask for help. The last thing the CNA told her before going to bed was “If you want to get up, hit your call light. I’ll come help you.” Of course she didn’t, got rid of the bed alarm, climbed out of bed, and fell. Betty died from the fall. Her bed has been empty since.
The following week the call light for the room went off at night. Thinking it was the resident in bed B I walked down the room to see what she wanted. I walked into the room only to see the call light for bed B and A off, the call light for bed C (Betty’s unoccupied bed) was on. My eyes filled up with tears, I backed out of the room, and made someone else turn the call light off.
Don’t Let Me Die
This is really more of a possession than a ghost story. I was helping another nurse with a patient that had lived a very hard life. He had numerous things going on with him, from cardiac to renal failure. This man was very much afraid to die. Every time his heart monitor beeped, he would just go into a rage screaming, “Don’t let me die! Don’t let me die!” The other nurse and I found out why he didn’t want to die.
The Ghost Will See You Now
Five minutes after the code, several of the code team is in the room cleaning up when this man sits straight up in the bed and says, “You let him die. Too bad.” and then begins laughing. The man collapsed back to the bed. We heard a horrible, agonizing scream (actually every patient in the unit that night commented on the scream), and then you could hear “don’t let me die” being whispered throughout the unit. Every one of the nurses that night was pale and scared. Nobody went anywhere by themselves. By morning the whispers of “don’t let me die” were gone. The night shift nurses had a prayer service in the break room before we left for home and then we all had nightmares for weeks.
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completely ripped off from allnurses.com … plus, the correct address is http://allnurses.com/general-nursing-discussion/whats-your-best-108202.html
I said it’s from AllNurses.com in the first sentence. What’s the problem?
The problem is, Anonymous is an a$$hole looking for dirt to troll about. I’m surprised they didn’t cry “fake”.
Hey, Buddy- all you had to do was read The description at the very beginning, where it clearly stated these stories were taken from allnurses.com…..
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I LOVE your site because of its originality and not copy+pastes from other web pages of the same old story. Your site is very refreshing, to put it simply.
My mother was a Lpn for 35 years and she witnessed alot things during those years.She told me several stories.One that stick out in my memory is she worked the graveyard shift at a state run hospital.Well one night a patient was dying and kept screaming he’s coming to get me please dont let him take me.Finally they calmed her down and it appeared she was soundly resting having been sedated or so she thought when all of a sudden within a matter of minutes a rotten smell permeated the room and the temperature in the room got very hot thermostat was set at 70 degrees but the gage said it was 95 degrees.All of a sudden the patient sat straight in the bed let out one loud terrifying scream the fell over in the bed dead! Once that happened within a few minutes the rotten smell disapeared and temperature dropped In the room back down to the thermostat setting.Maintence man check the thermostat the next morning and said there was nothing wrong with it.My mother a christian woman had no doubt that something very evil came for that dying woman that night.She said the shear look of terror in that poor dying womans eyes she knew what this woman was experiencing was all to real.
Great story! I hope you don’t mind me adding it as a regular post.
THOSE WHO ARE VERY SINFUL…WHEN DIES THE LORD OF DEATH SENDS HIS MESSENGER CALLED YAMDUTTAS….VERY FIERCE LOOKING GUYS WITH TWISTED FEATURES…TO TAKE HIS SOUL OUT OF HIS/HER BODY(ACTUALLY IT IS A SUBTLE BODY) AND TAKE HIM/HER TO THE COURT OF LORD OF DEATH(YAMRAJ)….FINALLY, ACCORDING TO HIS/HER DEGREE OF SIN ONE IS AWARDED WITH VARIOUS TYPES OF PUNISHMENT IN DIFFERENT HELLISH PLANETS….SITUATED BELOW EARTH PLANET.
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Again, Amit, your false prophet babblings? Shut up, Devil. And by the way, you aren’t even spelling it right… it’s spelled “yamadutas”
this is nice:)
I hate the fact that people can be evil their whole life, then when they decide they want to ask for forgiveness they can think all is well, how do they know if it really is? I really don’t care for these made up religions.
Wow, I can’t imagine going through any of this! The possession one had to have been absolutely terrifying.
The first few actually sound somewhat plausible, while that last one sounded like utter BS.
Oh, you mean, like your name, Anonymous, is utter BS, right?
This reminds me of the story my Stepfather tells about my stepsister being in the hospital as a child with leukemia. She kept getting sicker and sicker, one night he had gone to get some coffee, and saw a glow coming from her room when he came back. The next day she had gotten miraculously better. not completely healed, there was still some time to heal, But she was a lot healthier. he swears up and down it was her guardian angel.
The possession story is really chilling. Probably someone who was evil, or didn’t believe in God and Jesus and the Holy Spirit. Same with the poor lady in the commenter’s story. Hell is simply a place, where God is not present.
There is no such thing as hell. These stories are about patients in distress. God forgives all, no?
Hell is real dear. Jesus said so in the bible. Most people who want to live life the way they want use this there is no Hell to make themselves better. This is a Heaven and there is a hell for unbelievers and mean people who never accepts Jesus as their Lord and Savior and there is a God and Jesus just and there is a devil for the ones who don’t want to live right. Read your bible and accept Jesus as your Lord this will be the best thing you have ever done in your whole life. Trust me God is everything you will ever need. He will be your refuge and take care of you. This is not to say you will not have problems but God will deliver you from all of them. Trust God and Trust Jesus.
Why on earth would the devil ‘work’ for God and punish sinners? Jesus ACTUALLY said death is like sleep and that’s it. If you’re unrepentantly bad you die and aren’t brought back, if you make an effort to be good you may come back – to earth not heaven.
That’s a good question. Perhaps the hell several witnesses have reported being exposed to during a near-death experience is a soul’s punishment grounds. Like a time-out, but on a grander scale. The omnipotent, all-loving creator of our souls and the bodies for which they inhabit for a brief period did not do this in vain for it loves all of its children and would become deeply emotionally distressed if even one soul were lost for good. Perhaps the naming of it as “hell” is only a descriptive nuance we humans have given the feeling of this spiritual time-out. Just as “heaven” is the feeling that your activities while on the material plane were of a kind and generous nature. I suppose it’s best to just follow the golden rule regardless of the consequences because, even in scientific circles, we are all the one thing which is “universe” and what we do unto others, we are factually doing unto ourselves.
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I only have one story so far
I was caring for one old gentleman who was dying, short of ensuring he was as comfortable as possible there wasn’t much to do for him. His family were there most of the time so we just left the door slightly open so we could stick our heads round the door and check on him without disturbing his family saying their farewells.
My shift was coming to an end and we were all busy trying to get everything ready for the handover to night shift. All my work was done and I grabbed my sweater from the locker room which was at the far end of the ward as I passed the side room I heard muffled voices in the room and saw a figure out of my eye which appeared to be wearing a tweed suit? I assumed the family were still there.
Myself and another nurse at the nurses station told the night shift that there were still visitors with the dying man, to which another nurse on duty informed us they’d left hours ago.
‘They can’t have, there is someone talking to him in there’ said my colleague
‘Yea, I saw a man in a suit just now’ I added
we all looked at each other and laughed nervously. So myself and the nurse who had also heard voices went to check that there were indeed no visitors and of course the room was empty and still, with only the dying man in there.
I returned home that night to an empty house, my husband was working late also. My house freaks me out at the best of times, but it was different that night. It was eerie, cold and I had a strange unsettling sense that there was someone there, like I was being watched. After fifteen minutes and a couple unexplained noises I gave up and went for a drive until my husband was back. The house felt ‘lighter’ when I got back.
The following morning I returned to work and found the old man had died shortly after we had left our shift the night before.
I’ve been an RN for 20 years. I once worked in a long term care facility for veterans. One of my patients was a woman who had been a nurse in the military. She was a very easy patient to take care of and always sat and visited with the dementia patients. A kind woman. Her health declined due to heart problems and she passed away at night in her bed of a heart attack. Two days later, I was at the nursing station when the call light went off in her old room. No new patient had been moved in to her half of the room yet. I walked down to the room (at the end of the hall) thinking that the CNAs probably needed an extra hand with her room mate. The other patient in the room had medical problems that rendered her completely dependent, non-verbal, and contracted in all of her extremeties. She had a history of seizures, but had not had one in the two years I had worked with her. When I walked in the room, no staff was there, just the room mate in her bed. The patient was having a grand mal seizure. I called for help, we stabilized the patient, and EMS took her to the local hospital. It was while I was cleaning up that I realized the call light was still on. The call light was resting on the floor on the empty side of the room. I never noted or heard about the call light going off again. And to my knowledge, the room mate did not have anymore seizures and passed away quietly about 18 months later.
I was working at a group home for mentally handicapped adults. One of the adults had downs and was obsessed with Michael Jackson. I have personally never have been a fan but one day while we were together a song came on that I absolutely loved and had no idea Michael Jackson had done some of the vocals for it. I was so excited to finally know who had sung it and it made him so excited to share his favorite musician with me. A few months later i had been a bad car accident and was out of work for a couple of weeks. While I was away, they had a guy fill in for me who had fallen asleep during the nightshift and the pt went into diabetic shock and died. I was devastated. I felt horrible, like it was my fault. The day of the funeral we all went back to the house following the services to talk and remember him. I began crying and it was at that time that the radio in the kitchen turned on and was playing the Michael Jackson we shared
. I got chills but somehow I felt it was his way of saying it’s okay and that he’s okay.
This made me cry. It was definitely him you know.
I have been a nurse for 19 years now and I have had all kinds of experiences on night duty in different hospitals, wards and departments, and on some night duties I admit I have been scared to walk around the wards on my own due to the darkness and eerie feelings I got, I’m not going to go into telling stories of my experiences as there are just too many but believe me there is defiantly another realm beyond the 1 we are living in now.
I can’t imagine going through any of this!
I have several stories. From having my name called out on unit to a hand grab on my leg and even a phone conversation on my phone with a ghost. I am a LPN by day and a Paranormal investigator at night.
I worked at a long term care facility for years. We had a resident that would let us know when someone was going to pass-I know of 15 that died within 3 hours of her mentioning that someone was coming for them. The first was a lady that would always wring her hands-they called her the lady that prays. Anyway, one Sunday morning while getting the resident ready for breakfast she mentioned that the lady that prays would be leaving after breakfast. We mentioned it to the charge nurse who dismissed it. After breakfast we went to check on her and she had passed away.
here is one of mine from my website: I copied one of my favorites
One weekend though everything had turned upside down. Two CNA’s had came to me during lunch and told me I had to look at this one particular resident they stated to me “She’s not acting right and she looked horrible”. She was 101 in age, legally blind and non ambulatory. I grabbed the phone and went to her room. This particular woman wanted to get up and was trying to get out of bed. I had told her she was unable to get up and had placed her head up in bed. She said her husband was waiting at the door for her. I looked over my left shoulder and said there was no one there. She looked over and said while pointing ” my husband is right there and I am leaving”. Her breathing was getting labored and she began to fight me with the little strength she had. I had tried to reason with her, she insisted that her husband was waiting for her. I called the supervisor and said something was wrong with her and that she needed to see her right away. She said she was in the middle of an incident and would be there shortly. The woman was telling me she was cold, ” I am so cold. I can’t get warm”. I had pulled the blankets up and tucked her in. She was very cold and then I had this sinking feeling there was a reason why. Her body temperature was getting colder by the minute. She tried hugging me to get warm, I had wrapped her up tight and held her to warm her. I was hoping the RN would appear soon. The woman had started to claw and scratch at me and tell me her husband is waiting. Then all of a sudden she went quiet and limp, breathing had ceased and she had passed away in my arms. The RN came to the floor and called time of death. Now my question is to this day: was her husband there waiting for her?
I absolutely believe he was. Thank you for this story. I have never worked with patients, but when my dad was on hospice, the nurses and workers all had lots of stories like this to tell. There is definitely more to us than just this life.
of course he was. I hope we are all so lucky
Yes, Michelle, I absolutely believe her husband was there waiting for her. These experiences are far more common than most people realize. I am the author of several books and am currently working on my latest book, Deathbed Visits. The book will highlight these experiences from around the world and include several experts in the field. I would love to share your story. If interested, please email me at . Thank you so much. Thank you for sharing.
I used to work with some terminal patients. Has anyone else heard about the
dancing ladies they see a few days before they go downhill?
I worked as a Ward care assistant for 12 years, I have seen spirits from the age of 3 yrs old. Our ward had 2 side rooms which were occupied by the dying patient’s. The night shift all ways complained that the call bells were ringing in these room’s just after the patient’s had died. I have seen 2 spirit nurses coming out of the sluice room & through the ward doors. One day I was sitting at nurses station when the crash bell went, he had been poorly for a while & said he didn’t want to live any longer. The crash team were working frantically to bring him back, mean while the patient in spirit was about to go out through the doors, but was revived & was propelled back into his body. There’s also a black cat in spirit who sits on the bed of the dying. Also I smell flowers of people about to pass. Kathy from Cornwall.UK.
I absolutely believe these ghost stories and feel sometimes people do see their love ones when they are about to pass away. We will never know what we will see when our time comes. I just hope to here Jesus say Well Done thou good and faithful servant.
Your story made me cry. It absolutely was him sending you a message. YOu shouldn’t blame yourself for his death either…it sounds like it was fate..his time to go.
SINFUL PEOPLE…WHO ARE INDULGED IN MEAT EATING, INTOXICATION, ILLICIT RELATIONSHIP AND GAMBLING…IN THE END OF THERE LIFE MEET FACE TO FACE WITH THESE HORRIBLE LOOKING BEINGS….ONE HAS TO LIVE A PIOUS LIFE AS INSTRUCTED BY ALL THE RELIGIONS OF THE WORLD….IN THIS WAY ONE WILL PROMOTED TO THE HIGHER PLANETS HEAVEN ETC…
People must also avoid false prophets like you! There are more false prophets than righteous out there and deciding with whom to side must be considered carefully. There is no sin in eating meat, playing games, or taking a couple alcoholic drinks. “Promoted to the higher planets?” What nonsense! I can see right through you, Armit, You are in league with the Devil!
Not really a nurse story but i dont know where else to share it I’ve been around enough death for a lifetime I used to claim a gang in NYC (now reformed) when I was younger, and I’ve had several…I guess I’ll just call them “expirences”… when I was 11 my great grandmoms died an at her funeral my grandmoms got up to deliver her eulogy an I looked over at her (grandmoms seat )an I put it on my red flag that my great grandma was just sitting there. She looked at me , winked and disappeared…years later I got caught in the middle of a drive by and wasn’t hit but when the cops were interviewing everyone I swear I saw her shadow in the flashes from the cop car lights…also I had a homie Yung B, that got shot 3 times in the chest and was taken to the hospital, me an the rest of my homies went to the waiting room to see if he pulled thru…he died ,but the nurse (who was religious ) pulled me aside asked if I was Three Nine (my gang name), I said yeah and she said he’d briefly come out of his coma after he’d been stabilized, confessed all he’d done wrong and begged Jesus for forgiveness… and she said he’d said “tell Three Nine revenge ain’t what I want” then she said he died… I kinda brushed it off because I was young and dumb. So about a week later I’m on a dirt bike headed down Lenox Ave at about 3AMish with a Glock in my pocket…I spot a Latin King on the corner of Lenox and 7th…I slow to a crawl reach into my hoodie pocket and start to pull out my gun…just then I felt a hand on my shoulder and Yung B’s voice whispered in my ear “don’t do it Blood”…that was it for me, I put the gun back in my pocket, and left… about 3 blocks away i threw the gun in a trash can and went back to the hospital…I begged them to speak to Marisa the nurse, they finally said yes…so they took me to her nurses station…I asked if she remembered me she said yes. I told her what had just happened…she asked if I wanted to pray with her ,I said yes, we prayed and I accepted Christ then and there…
Good for you Allen glad to hear something like that changed your life for the better and pointed you in a much better direction.
I’m scared to die, I wake up in the morning from sleep and I always wonder if that’s what it’s like to be dead as in our sleep. I just can’t imagine not being alive!! I’m only 44 and I’m very spiritual I love Jesus and I go to church every Sunday, this fear is the only fear I have and I believe it’s from the adversary, he knows that’s the only way he can get to me.
don’t be afraid. death is part of living. you say you are spiritual and so if you have lived by the golden rule you’ll ascend. my father died, several years later i’d gotten myself into bad circumstances and I recall lying on my bed, looking to “heaven” and said oh please help me out of this mess, to make a very long story short my father sent me someone to help. to show me that he had sent him to me one day this person did three things that were distinctly behaviors-traits of my father and not behaviors i’d ever seen ” my new friend” do. the one thing that really brought it home was as a child my father and i shared the hobby showing horses. at feeding time my father would call the horses in by whistling a short unique tune. early the next morning, just at dawn i was at “my friends home” standing outside smoking, across the street in a neighborhood park a man was running his dog, he started to whistle his dog back, after a few times using the standard whistle everyone uses to call their dogs he stops and whistles one time the whistle my father called the horses in, then starts to use the standard dog whistle again. after the shock wore off and the hair all over my body laid back down i realized my father was there and perhaps we really don’t die we just start another phase.
I have several stories. From having my name called out on unit to a hand grab on my leg and even a phone conversation on my phone with a ghost. I am a LPN by day and a Paranormal investigator at night
I LOVE your site because of its originality and not copy+pastes from other web pages of the same old story. Your site is very refreshing, to put it simply.