It’s officially the day after Halloween – but I think every day is a good day to hear a ghost story.
These first few are from Moneymade.com.
“I got called to persistent fire alarms being set off in a block that used to be a poor house in the 1800s. The alarms would go off three to four times a night at certain times of the year. When we arrived, the residents were all outside—what they told me sent shivers down my spine. All of them said they could hear a woman crying. No one wanted to go in, as they assumed that she was setting off the alarms and she might be crazy.
We went up, and sure enough, we could hear a woman crying. As we walked up, the crying got louder. We turned onto the landing and realized the sound was then below us. It was coming from the top step of the previous flight of stairs. I got spooked.
What made it worse was that I had just bought a flat on the ground floor and was moving in the following week.”
Do you know what time it is? Time to get a new apartment!!!
“I was at a job at a small bank. One day, I was so engrossed working I didn’t notice people had left for the day, and I was alone. I could hear slow, irregular typing like somebody who didn’t know how to type was using one finger.
I was in a groove and kept working, but eventually had to stop and figure out what was going on.
After walking around and finding nobody there, I realized the sound was coming from behind a door I had never seen open. As I opened the door, the typing sound stopped. I found a small closet with some boxes of forms and stuff stacked up.
On top of the boxes was an old manual typewriter from the 1920s with no paper in it. At that point, I just closed the door and called it a night.”
Good idea!
“I was on guard duty late one night at around 2 AM. I was sitting on the radio, and right before our shift was up, I heard it go off. I picked up the transceiver and listened in.
Another guard truck saw movement and requested someone confirm it. The second gunner had an M249 with a thermal scope. I pulled the scope off and looked through it, trying to find exactly what they were looking at.
I didn’t see anything. I shrugged it off and radioed up that it was all clear. Another five minutes of radio silence passed, and the same guy radioed, saying he swears something was moving. At that point, we were all tired, so I thought his mind was playing tricks on him. Regardless, I stepped outside and looked directly at where he was talking about. For a while, it looked all clear. Then…I saw it.
Once I pulled the scope back down again, I saw movement in the clearing. It was a massive black figure. I told my gunner to look where I was looking and he saw it too, even though just moments before, I saw nothing on the thermal scope.
I radioed in about possible movement and before they reached the area, the figure completely disappeared from view.”
Creepy!!
“I worked as an officer in a small town in rural Nebraska. Years back, I was patrolling through town in the winter. We had several abandoned houses in town, but one seemed to have the attraction of copper thieves, so we were told to keep an eye on it.
I drove by it around 7:00 PM. Since it sat on a corner lot, I had a clear view of all four sides.
As I drove around the corner, nothing looked out of the ordinary. About two hours later, I drove by again, and the back door was wide open. I knew that door wasn’t open when I drove by it earlier. Looking at the snow on the ground around the house, there were no footprints. So I called dispatch, told them I was investigating an open door at that address, and asked for a county sheriff to head my way. I wasn’t prepared for what I was about to find.
I walked to the open door and pulled out my flashlight. The house had been gutted. The plaster walls were torn down, and debris piles were everywhere.
Since there were no footprints in the snow around the door other than mine, and with all the dust on the floor not showing any footprints, I chalked it up to the wind, or maybe the door just opened on its own.
I was about to secure the door when I heard a loud thump come from upstairs and what sounded like kids laughing. So, I entered the house and yelled out.
I told dispatch that it sounded like there were kids in the house and started making my way through the kitchen into the living room, where the stairs were. I was cautiously checking the main floor.
I heard something upstairs again, but since I had no response, I started thinking maybe it was an animal. I headed upstairs, and it all got quiet. As I got to the top of the stairs, I heard a thump in the bedroom. I peeked around the door, and it was an empty room with a small pile of debris in the middle. But I haven’t even mentioned the most terrifying part. Sitting on top of the pile was a page torn out of a child’s book with a picture of an officer on it. The hair stood up on the back of my neck; I got out of that room quickly and never went back.”
I got chills!!!
So, last week, I got to tell stories at the Stephenson County Historical Society Halloween Event, and I told a story about deceased family members coming to “escort” their ailing family members from this earthly realm to the next. A woman in the back of the room smiled and nodded. She said that she was a nurse in a geriatric hospital, and she saw that all the time. So, I thought I’d end with some nurses’ stories found at Buzzfeed.com.
“A nurse friend worked in a nursing home, and one of her patients, a man in his 80s whom we’ll call Sam, was rumored to have been involved with one of the more infamous crime families. He may have actually been a hitman and had spent many years in prison before being paroled as an elderly man. One night, while assisting a patient, she suddenly heard a man screaming. She and the patient both looked into the hallway outside the room and were horrified to see Sam being dragged down the hallway by two figures dressed all in black. She dropped what she was doing and dashed into the hallway, but no one was there. The exit door at the end of the hallway was still closed, locked to the outside, and the alarm was on but silent.”
Two other residents who routinely kept their room doors open at night had also seen the same black-clad figures dragging Sam down the hallway toward the locked door. Running back to Sam’s room, she found that he had passed away quietly in his bed, and nothing in his room had been disturbed. She and the residents were convinced that on that night, they saw Sam’s soul being dragged to hell.”
Yikes! Guess they made him an offer he couldn’t refuse.
“Somebody walked past me while I was at the nurses’ station about six months ago. It was nighttime, and I saw the distinct outline of a tall, thin man. In fact, I thought it was a particular resident. But when I looked up, I couldn’t make out any other details and it sped past me faster than any living person I know. It so happens we hadn’t had any recent deaths at the nursing home, but the following day, a developmentally disabled young woman passed away unexpectedly. Her father had died the previous year. Whatever I saw came from the direction of her room. I’ve always wondered if it was her dad coming back to take his little girl home.”
I love this one!
“If you are skeptical about ghosts, I urge you to work in a hospital. I used to think ghosts were nonsense, but no, they are 110% real. I learned that early on when I started working in hospitals, and over the years I’ve seen hundreds of ghosts. It’s an incredible thing to witness. There was a woman who used to walk up and down one of the wards. She was elderly and wearing an old hospital gown. I would follow her sometimes, and she would eventually walk through a wall and vanish until the next day.
Working in the morgue, I saw a beautiful woman who apparently was a mortician years ago. She would suddenly appear, smile, and then walk through the morgue. I saw her during an actual autopsy once, which scared the life out of me. I heard her chuckle after I shrieked.
I also often saw a man walking hand in hand with what people believe to be his wife. They would walk by, nod, and then vanish.
Lastly, an encounter I remember best was when two girls were giggling in a corridor. I never saw them, but they could be heard giggling nearly every night. And then, as you got closer, you would hear their feet as they ran away, still giggling.”
More chills!!!
“This story is a true experience. I am not a mystical person, but some things I just cannot explain. I worked with a nurse who we will call Mary. One of her patients, whom we will call Susie, died, and Mary helped her CNA do the death care. As they rolled the large lady over, Mary sighed and said, ‘Oh, Susie, you are dead weight!’ A couple of days later, Mary tells me, ‘I think Susie heard me; I am having problems every time I enter the room.’ I sort of laughed it off; after all, Susie was dead! How could she have heard? But Mary made me go into the room with her. She told me to go into the bathroom and wash my hands. I did, looking at Mary through the open door like she was ridiculous. ‘Now,’ she said, ‘I will come wash MY hands.’ She entered the bathroom and barely cleared the doorway before the door slammed shut. She turned the faucet on, and water sprayed everywhere.”
“We did this on and off for days, and it never failed. I could go in and wash my hands, no problem, but not Mary. Each day, Mary would stand in the room and say, ‘Susie, I didn’t mean it in a bad way!’ After a good week of apologies, Mary was forgiven, and it all stopped.”
Moral of the story – be nice to dead people!
Happy Halloween!
Happy Friday!!!