These stories were shared by the nurses. Get ready for the real horror stories.
- Room 6
I worked night duty in the hospital I trained at for a month. There were whispers about Room number 6 and if you’re to go in there, don’t go in alone.
There were goings on that no one could explain. I thought I was being hazed, or something else was going on, and of course didn’t believe anyone. So being young and inexperienced I went on rounds not believing the older nurses.
The hospital was darker that night, and I had my torch ready. I did my rounds and was approaching room number 6 the door was closed but, I opened it and went inside. The room was cold. Ice cold. You could feel your bones freezing.
It was a 4 bed room, and one of the beds looked like someone had been laying down on it. So I fixed it and made it look good again. I went outside and closed the door. I reported this to the senior sister on duty and was told no one was staying in that room.
She looked shocked that I went alone and insisted on the next round I must take a bible with me and put it on the overhead table in the room. I did exactly that…… suddenly the bible pages started flipping over like a sudden wind had gushed in the room. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me back to the nurses station and never went back to room number 6.
- The Pregnant Lady
I used to work one double shift every other Sunday, and I’d always take an extra set of scrubs to change into after my shower in L&D. I’d walk down around 00:30-0100 shower and I’d be nice and awake until the end of my 24.
One Sunday in March someone tried to open the door into the bathroom I was in, I just yelled “hey it’s busy” I walked out and this pregnant lady, young in her 20s apologized and said she just wanted to freshen up so she can go home that she was so tired of being there.
I thought it was weird because she looked like she was ready to pop, and she shouldn’t have been eager to leave, so I was confused. I gathered my things and made my way down the hall. I saw the only L&D nurse on duty that night and asked her if the pregnant lady made it back to her room okay. the nurse looked at me like I was on one because there was no pregnant woman admitted, unit was empty.
I described the woman and even told her the name I saw on the wristband. The nurses’ face went WHITE, that was the name of the patient that had passed 3 nights ago during labor. Let’s just say I’ve never stepped foot in that unit AGAIN, I refuse to even float there!
Worked at a nursing home, typically 3-11. At the end of the hall was the therapy room, obviously empty at night and some empty rooms at the end of the hall. One night me and a coworkers family member were standing in the hall talking and heard a noise down in the therapy room.
I left the conversation, and walked to the room to check out the noise. There was no one in there. Later that night, as I was doing a round, a box of gloves flew off one of the carts behind me. I brushed it off, as of course you would. But I had the feeling that someone was behind me.
I started hearing noises again from other rooms, but the noises were always behind me, never in front. What happened next nearly stopped my career in nursing. I arrived at one of my dementia patient’s rooms. Before I arrived at the room I was looking down at my watch, I looked up and was stopped in my tracks.
The Dementia patient was standing in front of me in the hallway staring at me, with a slight smile on her face. She said “well there’s Suzy!” I asked who Suzy was and she said “you should know, the demon has been following you all night.”
- The Possession
I am a psych nurse, and work in a facility that treats acute disorders. I am on night shift. After the patients are stabilized, they either go home, are sent to rehab, are sent to long term care facilities, or the state hospital. We get the worst of the worse. I swear I once witnessed a woman who was not only mentally ill, but possessed.
She would eat spiders, and become extremely violent at the drop of a dime. She would seem catatonic at times, and other times would discuss religion with the other patients and staff. When she had moments where her mind was clear, she was extremely depressed and fearful. One night, we heard her roommate screaming frantically from their room.
A couple of us ran as fast as we could and flung the door open. Her roommate was so terrified, she was pressed up against the wall practically paralyzed with fear. The woman was lying under her bed, which would have been difficult to do. The beds are so low to the floor, someone would have had to lift it up while she wiggled underneath.
When we pulled her out, her body and face were contorted and rock solid. One arm was across her chest with her hand twisted, the other arm behind her, with that hand also twisted. Her head was turned toward her back farther than any natural position I could think possible. Her face was frozen in an expression I cannot describe. Her eyes were wide open. She had wet herself. She looked like Emily Rose.
We could not get her to relax. We called for EMS immediately and described it as a seizure, although she had no history of a seizure disorder. We were finally able to get her lying in a natural position and able to relax. She started to come to, and finally closed her eyes, but started mumbling incoherently. After EMS took her to the ED, we sat and talked with the roommate who refused to go back to bed, and eventually we moved her to another room.
She said that she woke up and saw the woman walking out of their bathroom. She turned toward the wall, began to convulse, turned into several contorted positions before she locked into the one we found her in, she said the bed lifted up, and the woman just sort of “fell underneath it” but couldn’t really describe how.
We all sat at the nurses station terrified for the rest of the night. I hope I never see anything like that again in all my life.
- Your Father is Calling
One day my patient said “Your dad just called me and he needs to tell you something”. I just blew her off. She was confused and my dad had just passed away. The next day she said had a new message. “Your dad just called and he needs to tell you something”.
Both times she told me this I had just come back to my floor from the cafeteria eating lunch. This time I told her to stop saying that. That my dad was dead and I didn’t think it was funny.
She just looked at me and said “He told me to tell you not to go to lunch tomorrow so he can talk to you”. The next day after lunch I went in the woman’s room and she said “He called and said what you are looking for is up north”.
I had been looking everywhere for his car title and found it “up north” at his safety deposit box in the town where he had his summer place.