I've heard of a ghost story on Elbow Rd. There was a girl who was murdered on that road and
her house is on the same road. When I was younger.. Me and three friends went into the house
to check it out.

I just went inside for a second and then I had to leave. I went to my car and locked the door
and one of my friends came with me. My other two friends stayed inside and all of a sudden one
of them ran out and had blood all over his hands.Once that happen me and all my friends bolted
out of there and left and went home. I was freaked out about the whole situation after that. I
haven't been down Elbow Road in a long time after that.

I was briefly married to a man who did not snore. But when I would get up in the morning to shower before work, I would hear loud snoring coming from my room through the shared wall between my bedroom and the bathroom. Then I would exit the bathroom and the snoring would stop. Back in the bathroom, I heard the snoring again. My ex was quietly asleep the whole time, never ever snoring.

I had a boyfriend in high school who had definite hauntings in his home. The dog would bark at the wall near the floor in the living room with its hair standing on end and we never saw anything...but sure heard some crazy scuffling/scratching noises that moved around quickly. There was a cold spot in one of the bedrooms that we could put our hands through. It was always there, summer and winter. I was scared to death in that room. It faced east and never would the daylight get in there, not even at sunrise, it was always dark. Then there was a closet in the living room that I couldn't stand, it gave me the willies every time I had to be near it or open the door. I felt that something evil was in there. I think whatever the dog was barking at was usually in that closet and it came out once in a while. I often felt that something was watching me no matter what room I was in, and I was sure it didn't like me.

I saw the tall dark ghost with the top hat that so many of you have described. I was about 12 or 13 and in my bathroom at dad's house fixing my hair in the mirror. I saw the man's reflection in that mirror floating down the hall toward my bedroom. I looked out of the bathroom toward my room and a bright glow was eminating out of the doorway as he disappeared into it. Right away I told dad and he told me to never mention this to anybody because he didn't want anyone to think I was crazy. And of course he said he didn't believe it anyway. I've never mentioned it to him since but I know good and well what I saw. And I wasn't scared of it at all.

I've had the conscious paralysis episodes too that have been described in many posts. I can hear myself breathing but I can't control it, cannot move or speak. During one of these episodes I saw an image of a distinguished older well groomed man with silvery hair and beard, telling me what sounded like "You have not learned!" Somehow I wasn't scared by this and quickly came out of it. I was in my very early 20's at the time and I don't know what exactly what he meant. Who was he? G-d maybe, or a guardian angel? What haven't I learned yet that I need to? Not sure, but I keep searching and learning throughout my life. I keep hoping he will send me another message someday.

I have seen ghosts of animals. I told someone once that I saw a small dog in their home peeking at me and then going into a certain bedroom. This brought great comfort to them because they had to put their beloved pet down when he became severely ill and they had felt guilt about it for years. They told me the dog loved to go into the room I saw him going to and he would sleep under the bed every night.

Recently I saw what looked like a siamese cat looking at me in my house. The previous owners had two older siamese cats that they took with them out of state when they moved. I'm wondering if one of them passed around the time I saw the ghost but I'll probably never know.

I hear lots of strange noises in my current home. It sounds like someone is walking around upstairs when I'm on the ground floor. We don't hear those same noises when we are upstairs.

Several times I've had sensations of someone running their fingers through my hair. Once at a hospital during my student nurse clinicals and another time when I was visiting a relative in a very old house. Strangely I was not afraid.

I've heard my name whispered in my ears on numerous occasions but could never pinpoint it to anything or anyone in particular.

Right after my beloved grandfather passed away I had a very vivid dream that he telephoned me. He said he wasn't sure what was going on asked me what had happened to him. I said "Grandpa, you just died two days ago!" He replied with perfect voice and intonation, "Oh my heavens!" I immediately had the sense of mind to ask him where he was, and he said he wasn't sure. I asked him what he could see, and he wasn't sure. I asked him what he could hear, and again he wasn't sure. Then he asked me in a scared tone if he could come over to my house, and I said, "Sure grandpa, I'm going to the front door right now to see if I can find you!" I opened the door, and could clearly see the neighborhood as if I was actually looking around at it. I called out for grandpa and then I woke up, and began sobbing inconsolably. It was absolutely the most vivid dream I'd ever had, and his voice and inflections were exactly as they were in real life. I felt like I had actually had a conversation with him. I've tried to tell a few people I trust and they just said that it must be because I feel so sad about losing him. I firmly believe he and I had a real conversation in our own way. He died in 2003 and I still miss him terribly. I wish I could have another one of those dreams where he and I can talk again so I can try to find out how he is doing, and if he is with my grandma who died about 5 years before that.

There are more experiences that I will share another time.

I have to add my personal experience to this list of great stories. In 1996, my Dad was in North Shore Hospital on Long Island awaiting transfer to Hospice in Glen Cove. He had lung cancer that metastasized to the brain and had developed numerous tumors that were inoperable. After having signed the DNR, we knew it was just a matter of time. He was still conscious and had no idea that the end was so near but was beginning to experience hallucinations. I was sitting at the end of his hallway in front of a window just a few doors from his room, and I saw a figure walk into his room. So I jumped up to see who it was, and ran into the room. I startled my Dad and asked him where the doctor went, and he looked at me like I'd lost my mind.
That same night, my sister came running to me because she had seen a dark figure in the hallway by his room that disappeared also. Needless to say, we were very creeped out. Dad passed a couple of days later.

On a professional note, I have experienced this a few times and I saw it also when my father-in-law passed. I have had patients who were unconscious and unresponsive (my father-in-law included) who seem to come out of it and stare as if they're seeing and recognizing something at the foot of their bed. I always like to think that they're recognizing someone who's come to take them to the other side.

Has anyone else seen this?

Veronica Wrote:
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> I've heard of a ghost story on Elbow Rd. There was
> a girl who was murdered on that road and
> her house is on the same road. When I was
> younger.. Me and three friends went into the
> house
> to check it out.
>
> I just went inside for a second and then I had to
> leave. I went to my car and locked the door
> and one of my friends came with me. My other two
> friends stayed inside and all of a sudden one
> of them ran out and had blood all over his
> hands.Once that happen me and all my friends
> bolted
> out of there and left and went home. I was freaked
> out about the whole situation after that. I
> haven't been down Elbow Road in a long time after
> that.


When I was in high school (Salem) a girl a year older than me was murdered and found in a ditch on that road.
I was not allowed down that road through my teen years - still do not like it. Her name was Charity, I will
never forget.

JeannieG Wrote:
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> I have to add my personal experience to this list
> of great stories. In 1996, my Dad was in North
> Shore Hospital on Long Island awaiting transfer to
> Hospice in Glen Cove. He had lung cancer that
> metastasized to the brain and had developed
> numerous tumors that were inoperable. After having
> signed the DNR, we knew it was just a matter of
> time. He was still conscious and had no idea that
> the end was so near but was beginning to
> experience hallucinations. I was sitting at the
> end of his hallway in front of a window just a few
> doors from his room, and I saw a figure walk into
> his room. So I jumped up to see who it was, and
> ran into the room. I startled my Dad and asked him
> where the doctor went, and he looked at me like
> I'd lost my mind.
> That same night, my sister came running to me
> because she had seen a dark figure in the hallway
> by his room that disappeared also. Needless to
> say, we were very creeped out. Dad passed a couple
> of days later.
>
> On a professional note, I have experienced this a
> few times and I saw it also when my father-in-law
> passed. I have had patients who were unconscious
> and unresponsive (my father-in-law included) who
> seem to come out of it and stare as if they're
> seeing and recognizing something at the foot of
> their bed. I always like to think that they're
> recognizing someone who's come to take them to the
> other side.
>
> Has anyone else seen this?


My Mum used to wake up quite often and see a dark figure at the side of the bed. It completely disappeared after a while, but she used to see it for quite a number of years. She asked my Dad once if he could see it, and he said nothing was ever there. As far as I know no-one died when she saw it, but she was very depressed at the time. Maybe this dark figure hones in on dying or depressed people?

i once had a beautiful German Shepherd dog called Cassie. She became very ill and died in 1990. In her lifetime, she was an "escape artist", and her favorite trick was popping the latches of the lower windows and climbing out.

For years afterwards, sometimes at night I would hear the sound of the window in the next bedroom opening and banging closed again. I would check up on the kids, asking whether either of them had opened it, to be told no, they weren't even in the room. Needless to say, the window would still be closed and latched....

I haven't heard this for a long time now, but I like to think that if it was Cassie's spirit letting me know she was still hanging around, and if she has moved on now, that when I move on myself, I will find her waiting for me.

The occurrence took place in Sterling, VA, Ruritan road. The old spot where you go play bingo and get some good ol' country food. Mmm.
I lived right by it, 10 ft away. One night a summer night I was out letting out some steam, I remember clearly that I was Indian position
on the floor and I was on a dirt one way road. Very isolated area. When I saw a black slave woman with dirty old clothes on messed up hair
and shackles. She was just walking away down the road. Out of nowhere. Like I just felt a overwhelming sadness and laid back and cried.
The second I closed my eyes she was gone and a big cold air blew and I just stood there stuck. Shocked. I couldn't believe she was like
right there for a good 45 seconds. In her 20s. I've worked in the Ruritan and I've heard strange noises and my daughter running to me a
few times. It was crazy. Has anybody else seen her?

In December of 2010, a nature photographer checked on a trail camera he'd set up to film wild animals in a reserve in Morgan City, Louisiana. The camera was smashed, but its SIM card survived. When the photographer uploaded the camera's final images he was shocked at what he found. Instead of a wild animal, his camera caught the image of a ghostly, near-transparent humanoid figure. The anonymous photographer let a local news station run the footage, but no one could explain the humanoid.
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In 2000, construction workers near Bowie, Maryland, came face to face with a 300-poound, seven-foot-tall furry creature. The workers said the beast had the legs, hooves, and horns of a goat but the upper-body of a man. It may have been The Goatman, a monster that had been bedeviling nearby Beltsville for years, often attacking cars with an axe. Rumor has it the beast was once a scientist who was conducting an experiment on goats when things went horribly, horribly wrong.
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i have become a believer in the supernatural since starting nursing.

First bad experience with a malevolent spirit is while I was working as a PCT at a ventilator hospital. We had one room on the C wing that was reputed as haunted. I was working a night shift one night and the call light to the room was going off nonstop. Every time I went into the room, the patient (a younger woman on a vent) was beet red, teary-eyed and pointing frantically around the room. She wrote out on her communication board there was a black animal in her room. I checked quite a few times and found nothing. About 3 am she pulls the light again. I went into the room and she's pointing frantically at the bathroom. I opened the bathroom door and I SWEAR TO GOD.....

....a large black CREATURE scuttled past me, with gutteral noises, and slipped beneath the bed. I panicked and turned on all the lights and looked under the bed. Nothing was there. I was terrified. I left all the lights on and left the room. I started to tell the RN what had happened and she cut me off. ''You saw the little black animal in 22, huh?"

Second one was at the LTC center I work at now. Bed 2 of that room is a death sentence. Nurses have reported being bumped, pushed, had cups knocked out of their hand. One male nurse reported the TV stand moved of it's own accord and slammed into him while he attempted to care for the patient in bed 2. Another CNA sustained a cut on the back of her leg when a wheelchair smacked into her on it's own. I was told by a patient shortly before she died "Do you see him? He's behind you. He's going to kill me, and then he's coming for her. He says so." I get the vibe that something in that room does not want the patients in the second bed cared for.

Many years ago, my sister and our parents were in the car; Dad was driving. Dad was a quiet man and he drove on,
expressionlessly, while Mom described what it was like to be married for such a long time. Mom and Dad had married
young, and had remained very much in love for going on 35 years.

"When you've been married as long as I have," Mom said, "you know exactly what the other person is going to say or
do before they can say or do it".

My Dad, who had until then appeared to not even be listening to the conversation, suddenly said, "I bet you don't
know what I'm about to do".

Mom said, "Oh, yeah?", disbelievingly.

Without a word, Dad reached into his shirt, pulled out a fabric softener sheet, and handed it to her. We all
(except Dad, who resumed appearing unresponsive) laughed until we cried. Bear in mind, now, that the particular
type of fabric softener sheet was discontinued shortly thereafter.

A few years later, Dad died from lung Cancer. Mom was out of her mind with grief; I feared she would commit suicide.
Instead, she remarried to a very nice gentleman whom she cared for very much, but who could not replace my Dad in her
heart. Mom and my step-dad, Carl, built a new home together.

It was my parents' wedding anniversary and Mom was depressed, missing my Dad. Carl took her out to dinner to try to
cheer her up. When they got home, he turned on the stereo to the oldies station they liked, and they danced together.
The next song that came on was my Dad's song for my Mom: "I Don't Know Why I Love You Like I Do".

Mom couldn't help but start to cry. She excused herself and fled to the laundry room and started folding things, trying
to distract herself. She pulled a shirt out of the dryer, and a fabric softener sheet fell out of it. Of course it was
that same kind that Dad had handed to her in the car that day, the kind that had been discontinued many years before.

I like to think Dad played that song for her, and gave her the fabric softener sheet to assure her, in his own quirky way,
that his love was still strong.

Watch out y'all! Wrote:
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> In December of 2010, a nature photographer checked
> on a trail camera he'd set up to film wild animals
> in a reserve in Morgan City, Louisiana. The camera
> was smashed, but its SIM card survived. When the
> photographer uploaded the camera's final images he
> was shocked at what he found. Instead of a wild
> animal, his camera caught the image of a ghostly,
> near-transparent humanoid figure. The anonymous
> photographer let a local news station run the
> footage, but no one could explain the humanoid.

Jesus that picture is scary!

Last Saturday we had a spooky incident, and I was totally gobsmacked about it!.

Ours is a pretty new facility, just over a year old. Although there have been several deaths on the wards, there have been none in theater, no staff members have passed away, with the sole exception of one nurse who worked in surgical and never worked a day in theater.

I was busy with a patient in PACU and the nurse assisting me suddenly said, "Who's that woman? She just walked into the store room!" So I told her to go and look, and ask what she wanted. There was no-one there....

Whoever or whatever she was, she was small, plump, dark-complexioned and wearing scrubs, and there was no-one on duty who fitted that description!

Apparently this was not the first time strange apparitions have been seen either. One of the cleaners was walking towards the door into CSSD when a woman came through the doorway; being a perfect gentleman, he stood back, half bowed and said, "Come through, lady." He was wearing one of the gowns we put on when we leave the theater complex. This suddenly billowed up as though in a wind, and when he looked up, the woman was gone.

Old hospitals are always haunted-they have seen so much death and strong emotions it would be impossible for them not to be, but I would have thought it was a bit too soon for the ghosts to start appearing in a new one.

I'm now doing some research to find out the history of the site...

One day I was doing homework in my room on my desk with my back turned towards the door and my brother walks in
and ask me if I want to go to the mall with him and mom. I say no and hear the door slam as they leave.

Someone (who I assumed was my brother) walked into my room and left quickly. I soon realized that my mom and brother
had left and my dad was at work. I called my brother scared and he said he left a while ago and hadn't been home since.

It was so scary knowing someone I didn't know came into my room. Also one day I came home from school put a microwaveable soup
in the microwave and took out a spoon from the cupboard. I distinctly remember closing the drawer.

I go change and come back and all the drawers a open perfectly half way, each and every one of them. Also on one occasion
me and my brother both woke up ( we share a room and have bunk beds) at the exact same time in the middle of the night because
we could feel someone in our room but our room was too dark to see anything and we were even afraid to talk to each other.

When I was a little girl my bedroom was always very cold no matter what the thermostat for the house was set at. Our house was a new construction, in other words our family was the first to inhabit our home. I recall so clearly as I was growing up that I always felt as though I was not alone. So much so that I began talking to the whatever it was. At times I would feel something brush by my arm, but of course there was nothing/no one there. I never told a soul. I just dealt with it. Well now to fast forward to many many years later my best friend had some friends over her house to hang out. One of the guests claimed to be psychic and said she would do complimentary readings for everyone. Well, when I sat down and did the card thing she required she looked me in the eyes and said, "You must stop speaking to the spirits in your bedroom" I freaked out. I was embarassed and crying and Scared. Like I said, I had never told anyone, including my best friend. The psychic said that they were not necessarily bad spirits but that I should not encourage. SHe advised me to go home and rebuke the spirits from my room or something like that. I did do what she advised. Not long after that I moved out of my parents house and got my own place 2500 miles away. LOL

Next story............I was about 9 years old and was attending my Uncles wake. While sitting there staring at him, I totally saw him get up out of the casket. I screamed. Of course everyone said it was my imagination but I know differently, especially after reading all these awesome posts.

colza Wrote:
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> I was briefly married to a man who did not snore.
> But when I would get up in the morning to shower
> before work, I would hear loud snoring coming from
> my room through the shared wall between my bedroom
> and the bathroom. Then I would exit the bathroom
> and the snoring would stop. Back in the bathroom,
> I heard the snoring again. My ex was quietly
> asleep the whole time, never ever snoring.
>
> I had a boyfriend in high school who had definite
> hauntings in his home. The dog would bark at the
> wall near the floor in the living room with its
> hair standing on end and we never saw
> anything...but sure heard some crazy
> scuffling/scratching noises that moved around
> quickly. There was a cold spot in one of the
> bedrooms that we could put our hands through. It
> was always there, summer and winter. I was scared
> to death in that room. It faced east and never
> would the daylight get in there, not even at
> sunrise, it was always dark. Then there was a
> closet in the living room that I couldn't stand,
> it gave me the willies every time I had to be near
> it or open the door. I felt that something evil
> was in there. I think whatever the dog was barking
> at was usually in that closet and it came out once
> in a while. I often felt that something was
> watching me no matter what room I was in, and I
> was sure it didn't like me.
>
> I saw the tall dark ghost with the top hat that so
> many of you have described. I was about 12 or 13
> and in my bathroom at dad's house fixing my hair
> in the mirror. I saw the man's reflection in that
> mirror floating down the hall toward my bedroom. I
> looked out of the bathroom toward my room and a
> bright glow was eminating out of the doorway as he
> disappeared into it. Right away I told dad and he
> told me to never mention this to anybody because
> he didn't want anyone to think I was crazy. And of
> course he said he didn't believe it anyway. I've
> never mentioned it to him since but I know good
> and well what I saw. And I wasn't scared of it at
> all.
>
> I've had the conscious paralysis episodes too that
> have been described in many posts. I can hear
> myself breathing but I can't control it, cannot
> move or speak. During one of these episodes I saw
> an image of a distinguished older well groomed man
> with silvery hair and beard, telling me what
> sounded like "You have not learned!" Somehow I
> wasn't scared by this and quickly came out of it.
> I was in my very early 20's at the time and I
> don't know what exactly what he meant. Who was he?
> G-d maybe, or a guardian angel? What haven't I
> learned yet that I need to? Not sure, but I keep
> searching and learning throughout my life. I keep
> hoping he will send me another message someday.
>
> I have seen ghosts of animals. I told someone once
> that I saw a small dog in their home peeking at me
> and then going into a certain bedroom. This
> brought great comfort to them because they had to
> put their beloved pet down when he became severely
> ill and they had felt guilt about it for years.
> They told me the dog loved to go into the room I
> saw him going to and he would sleep under the bed
> every night.
>
> Recently I saw what looked like a siamese cat
> looking at me in my house. The previous owners had
> two older siamese cats that they took with them
> out of state when they moved. I'm wondering if one
> of them passed around the time I saw the ghost but
> I'll probably never know.
>
> I hear lots of strange noises in my current home.
> It sounds like someone is walking around upstairs
> when I'm on the ground floor. We don't hear those
> same noises when we are upstairs.
>
> Several times I've had sensations of someone
> running their fingers through my hair. Once at a
> hospital during my student nurse clinicals and
> another time when I was visiting a relative in a
> very old house. Strangely I was not afraid.
>
> I've heard my name whispered in my ears on
> numerous occasions but could never pinpoint it to
> anything or anyone in particular.
>
> Right after my beloved grandfather passed away I
> had a very vivid dream that he telephoned me. He
> said he wasn't sure what was going on asked me
> what had happened to him. I said "Grandpa, you
> just died two days ago!" He replied with perfect
> voice and intonation, "Oh my heavens!" I
> immediately had the sense of mind to ask him where
> he was, and he said he wasn't sure. I asked him
> what he could see, and he wasn't sure. I asked him
> what he could hear, and again he wasn't sure. Then
> he asked me in a scared tone if he could come over
> to my house, and I said, "Sure grandpa, I'm going
> to the front door right now to see if I can find
> you!" I opened the door, and could clearly see the
> neighborhood as if I was actually looking around
> at it. I called out for grandpa and then I woke
> up, and began sobbing inconsolably. It was
> absolutely the most vivid dream I'd ever had, and
> his voice and inflections were exactly as they
> were in real life. I felt like I had actually had
> a conversation with him. I've tried to tell a few
> people I trust and they just said that it must be
> because I feel so sad about losing him. I firmly
> believe he and I had a real conversation in our
> own way. He died in 2003 and I still miss him
> terribly. I wish I could have another one of those
> dreams where he and I can talk again so I can try
> to find out how he is doing, and if he is with my
> grandma who died about 5 years before that.
>
> There are more experiences that I will share
> another time.


When I was 20 I realized that I was little more sensitive to the deceased than others. my mom and her sisters are as well.

My grandmother died when I was 16. not long after she died I woke up in the middle of the night to someone whispering my name. I said "what?" and I kept hearing it. it sounded like my grandma so I opened my bedroom door because that’s where I heard it from. when I turned on the light I saw my dog staring at me. she looked as if she had seen a ghost and ran up the stairs. to this day I swore it was my grandmother trying to tell me something. but I don’t know what it was.

Another story happened all within a week. I lost a friend in a car accident almost 2 yrs. ago. around the one yr. anniversary I kept seeing something out of the corner of my eye. like a shadow. I thought it was just my eyelashes and didn’t think much of it. one day I was letting my dogs out when I saw something again out of the corner of my eye. I looked real quick and it looked like a hooded figure running along my house and then disappeared. I don’t know if it was my friend brain but he did die 1/4 mile away from my house. I still get chills when I think about. 2 days later I got in my car on my way to school. go to back up and as I look in my rear view mirror I see the shadow again and then it goes out the window. now I am convinced that this is an evil spirit coming to kill me on my way to school. nothing happened that day but it still freaked me out. I don’t see the shadows anymore.

My mom is also convinced that my grandmother breaks our appliances. she will see her in a dream and then within the next week an appliance will break. they didn’t have the best relationship...

During clinicals at Nursing school over the last summer, we went to a older hospital that had been converted to
a Rehab unit after a hurricane...It is a 3 story facility, but only the top floor is used.

The elevator would stop on the 2nd floor everytime, which was being used only for storage, and being inquisitive
I asked the staff and found out that supposedly the 2nd floor is haunted by an old ghost doctor who worked and
died on the unit...I just HAD to investigate! I grabbed a classmate and upon stepping onto the vacant, darkened
unit, a callbell was on.....we walked in and turned it off.

What we weren't told is that 2nd floor was the old OR floor. It was pretty creepy walking through the old surgical
suites. Well, once we had made an entire trip around the unit we came back to the nurses' station, which was adjacent
to the elevator....as we rounded the corner to face the elevators, the doors to the elevator FLEW open and all the
call bells went off, as if to say, "Get out!"

I have a new one, and if my co workers read this they will know who I am as we have been comparing stories. A few of us have had unexplained experiences over the past few months on one wing of our building. Two of the nurses have distinctly heard a woman's voice calling "help me, please help me" and even using the name of the nurse - no one else was around and all the patients were sleeping. We also had a patient die one night and his mouth was open, an hour later the staff went in to do something and his mouth was closed and he was smiling.

On the same wing I heard footsteps one night and assumed that my co worker was coming down the hall way, which was unusual as he was supposed to be on his break. I looked in all the rooms but couldn't find him and when I went back to the main dining room he was still in the recliner taking a nap, and hadn't moved since I went down the hall. And the other night there was 3 of us standing in the kitchen when we heard the distinct squeek of wheels on the cart. I thought it was the student nurse, but she came out of the nursing station and said no it wasn't her, but maybe the lady in room 9, until we realized that that room was empty. I am sure it is just one of our recent patients who has not quite left us, and they are not there to do us any harm, I am just hoping they find a way to finish their journey peacefully, before they scare too many of the staff.

The house my family and I moved into whenever I was around 7 had a family that lived in there before us. The man that lived there before us had died in the home, though I can't remember how exactly. Whenever I was around 8 or 9 I'd see him occasionally in my room. He'd sometimes walk up to my bed (I had bunk beds and slept on the top) and just hold on to the railing, then walk through the door and leave.

Whenever I was a little bit older I was sleeping over at a friend of mine's house with my little brother. My friend lives in one of those old plantation homes here in the south (I believe his home was built in the late 1700's) and it always gave me a really weird feeling. Well one night I'm sleeping there.. since my friend is a guy and I'm a girl he slept in a different room and my brother slept in that room too. His mom slept down stairs for some reason, and I slept upstairs. All of the windows were closed, but in the middle of the night the curtains behind me started blowing and I felt it get really cold. The stairs to the attic passed right in front of the door of the room I was in and I had the door open. It was pretty dark, but it was light enough from the moon shining through the window that I would be able to see if my friend/brother/friend's mom passed by. As the curtains were blowing and I felt it get really cold I started hearing foot steps. I looked at the staircase and I KNEW somebody (something?) was there but my friend/brother/friend's mom weren't there. I could hear my friend's mom still snoring downstairs and I said out loud ""C"? "J"?" but neither of them answered. When everything got back to normal I GOT OUT OF THERE lol. I went downstairs and told my friend's mom what happened, we checked the boys' rooms and they were still asleep and my window was closed and the AC and fan weren't even on. We also checked the house for any intruders but nobody was there, all the doors were locked and windows secured.. It was really weird.

My mom used to work in a nursing home that used to be a orphanage back in the 50s. She told me that she would
always hear multiple residents complaining of hearing children running around at night. It's not unusual for
someone with dementia to hallucinate or insist something happened, but it is unusual for residents in different
rooms to report the same things the same night...

I worked PMs at a small nursing home as a CNA for almost 2 years. We only had about 30 beds spread among two
halls. Many of the rooms were double occupancy, so each hall only had about 9 rooms each. In addition to those
two halls, we had an older, unoccupied section used only by the beautician and for storage. Occasionally, at
night, we would have the call lights go off in this section. Strangely, they never went off during the day
(that I'm aware of). Additionally, one night at the end of the shift, the aides and I were sitting at the nurses
station when I heard the sound of a walker making its way across the linoleum floor. Thinking a resident was
trying to make it to the bathroom (most residents were fall risks) , I got up and started down the hall to
see who it was. Another aide also got up and headed down the other hall. We both came back immediately.
Everyone was fast asleep. The other two aides just smiled at each other... They believed it to be the spirit
of resident who died a week before I started. She had been semi-independent and was one of the handful of
residents who used a walker.

I only heard the sound maybe two times after that... Never could explain it. Just glad I didn't accept the
nights position offered to me after graduation... yikes!

Around 1998, I was a new nurse in a small hospital. This old lady, probably late 80's or 90 years old was one of the
patients whose room was across from the nursing station. I remember her being scared, and very "needy" as in that
she just wanted someone to stay with her. I stayed with her and talked, but I had to tend to my other patients as
well, but she didn't want to be alone. So I asked the charge nurse if she could sit in a chair at the nurses station
and the nurse agreed. The patient hadn't been bed ridden or anything, so we didn't see a problem with it. I placed her
in a chair, and covered her with a blanket, and she appeared so happy just to be out of that room. Well, I was down
the hall, and sure enough, the patient codes right there in the nurses station. She died soon afterward, but I wondered
if she had sensed she would soon die and was frightened by that.

My olderst son who is almost 13 at the age of 3 on the night of December 7, 2001 caught on fire at his father's house. 20% of his body had 2nd and 3rd degree burns. He spent almost a month in an Intensive Care Burn Unit. I was either with him or at a near by Ronald McDonald house. When he came home I had a lot of nursing care to give to my son, I learned more about being a burn nurse than I ever wanted to. When I would try to explain to my son who was four that I knew that what I did hurt and I was sorry I had to do it to help him get better it was a hared thing to do. I once asked him who helped him get better at the hospital and he would say the doctors, nurses, mommy and NiNi. NiNi is what my son called my grandmother. This all seems normal I know but my grandmother had died August 1, 2000, almost 4 months before the fire. I didn't feel creeped out just peaceful knowing that my grandmother is still around and helped my son feel better. The two of them were close and she called him her prince. I was thankful that she was not alive to see this happen to him but I guess she knew anyway and was there with him when he needed her the most. My son who is almost 13 now has no memory of any of the events just the scars. I have memories that are hard to live with but as I write this I think that somehow my grandmother was and is still with me to help throught the tough times in life. Thanks Noni for looking after my boys when I am not able to be there. You are still very much loved and missed. Your princess, the mother of the prince.

mom has alzheimer's; she's lived in assisted living since dad died two years ago. you'd be surprised how many people give me a hard time about not having her live with me, but this is the decision that mom made back when she was still able to make good decisions. she's lived in the same small town her whole life and she knows everyone in it, their ancestors and their various descendants.

mom is getting to the stage where she can't remember where she is, what's going on or even that dad died. so every time i talk to her it's the same thing. "why do i have to live here?"

"because your memory is too bad for you to live on your own."

"what about your father? he can take care of me."

"he died, mom."

"are you sure? he was just here, and i think he went to work."

so the other night when she insisted that dad had just been to see her and told her not to worry about him because he was just fine, i was sure it was the alzheimer's talking. until i started chatting with the lady who lives across the hall from mom. mom was talking about dad, and the other lady piped up "i thought your father had died, but i saw him walk into your mother's room about an hour ago." that lady has no cognitive issues -- she's in assisted living because she's paraplegic.

On June 9th 2005 I woke from a dream where I was in a container of some sort, holding on to my daughter for dear life. The Container was rolling and wrenching and I felt smothered. I was crying to God the whole time to protect my daughter. In the end of the dream my daughter and I were walking towards the hottest white light you could ever imagine. I woke up hyperventalating, crying, sweating, shaking and just so scared. It took me a few seconds to realize that I had been dreaming. I immediatly told my husband who just blew me off and got up and got ready for work. I was still crying and stuff so I called my best friend. Christy (best friend) managed to calm me down and talk to me. The thing that she said to me that really stuck with me was " Carla, maybe God was trying to show you that dying isn't really that bad."

I went about my day and calmed down, but around 3 am the next morning my Best Friends husband called and told me that his wife and daughter died in a car accident that afternoon. It was a very horrible accident, hit at a high rate of speed by a drunk driver and both of them died upon impact. All these years later her words are all that I need to know that she was ok.

I am currently 20 so this happened when I was about 14. Long story short a local woman was chasing after her son who had a mental disability. He ran across some train tracks so naturally she followed him. He made it across safely she did not. Forward a few months I am in the car with my dad riding to my aunt's house. We cross the same track but not the exact location where the woman was hit and I can see a woman walking on the tracks by herself. She is far off in the distance so I couldn't make out much. However she is close enough that I can make out a white female with long snow white hair and a snow white dress. Strangely enough this occurs in the middle of the day.

Now whether this is the apparition of the woman or just a local I am not sure. However after living in this small town for 8 years I have seen most if not all inhabitants and have yet to come across someone remotely matching my memory.

I do have more true stories I'd be more than happy to post if there is an interest. I can guarantee they are more bone chilling than this one.

Let me know in a comment please and also let me know if anyone else has seen a woman in white apparition as I've heard they are frequently seen in various locations.

I have a fairly recent one! It's pretty mild, but interesting (and to me, touching) nonetheless. Sorry for the novel, I have to include the backstory.

I work at a children's home for the developmentally disabled. As such, we have a lot of heartbreaking stories - plenty of kids who were born disabled (which is sad but probably unavoidable), but also plenty of abuse and accident victims, as well. Those are the ones I tend to bond with the most.

In particular, there was one boy I just adored. He was born healthy, but when he was 8 he drowned in a wavepool. He was dead, but they were able to resuscitate him. However, the damage to his brain was profound, and he had to come live in our facility. He had to have a trach, he was tubefed, and he was unable to do much with his body. He couldn't communicate, though he was able to make eye contact. He would often get anxious when being cared for and would start to cough or tense up, though he was perfectly relaxed when a few certain people took care of him.

My first day there, I felt an instant connection to this boy. He was the most beautiful kid you can imagine, and it became my personal mission to help ease some of his anxiety and fear. As such, he was always very serene when I was assigned to his group. His mother even commented on how peaceful he seemed when I was there, and she said she never worried when she knew I was working because it was obvious how I cared for him.:redpinkhe

We started to notice that he was just not right. Despite his tubefeed, he was losing weight and just looking awful, and he wasn't voiding or having bms as normal. They did some cultures and labs, and could find no infections or anything. It took the doctors MONTHS to think to do an xray, and they discovered that somehow, his feed tube had moved down into his intestine - no food was getting to his stomach, and he was essentially slowly starving to death.

That day, they sent him out to have corrective surgery. It seemed to go fine, he stayed there and recovered for nearly a week, and then he returned to our facility on my shift. He was a little pale, but seemed okay. I bathed and dressed him for bed, kissed his cheek, and told him I had missed him. About an hour after I left, he passed away.

I was off work for the next few days. I went to his funeral to pay my respects to his family (imagine losing your little boy twice, almost 5 years apart to the day). I said goodbye to him.

When I returned to work a few days later, I was scheduled to work on another wing. The girl who had been scheduled to be on wing 5 (where the boy who passed had been) started having severe abdominal pains on her way to work. She called off and went to the emergency room, and I got bumped to wing 5. (They never figured out why she had the pains...creepy). The girls told me that wing 5 had felt really heavy since the little boy had passed...nothing too weird had happened, but just a strange feeling.

As soon my nurse said I was going to be on Wing 5 and gave me report, an emergency light started going off. Now, my facility does not have call lights...the residents are not able to understand or use them. There are, however, emergency lights to pull in case of seizures, etc.

We saw that the emergency light was going off in the little boy's room. We ran as fast as we could, wondering who could have pulled it, since the aides from that wing were out giving report to us. When I stepped into the room, we saw that it was the light next to the boy's former bed that had been pulled. I glanced at the bed and could have sworn I saw him in it for a second, laying with his stuffed dog, as usual. I first thought another resident had wandered down and climbed into his bed, but when I turned the light on, nothing was there. We turned off the emergency light, and the heavy feeling seemed to lift. Everything from then on seemed normal.

The nurses said he was probably waiting to say goodbye to his favorite aide.

HollyHobby Wrote:
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> Many years ago, my sister and our parents were in
> the car; Dad was driving. Dad was a quiet man and
> he drove on,
> expressionlessly, while Mom described what it was
> like to be married for such a long time. Mom and
> Dad had married
> young, and had remained very much in love for
> going on 35 years.
>
> "When you've been married as long as I have," Mom
> said, "you know exactly what the other person is
> going to say or
> do before they can say or do it".
>
> My Dad, who had until then appeared to not even be
> listening to the conversation, suddenly said, "I
> bet you don't
> know what I'm about to do".
>
> Mom said, "Oh, yeah?", disbelievingly.
>
> Without a word, Dad reached into his shirt, pulled
> out a fabric softener sheet, and handed it to her.
> We all
> (except Dad, who resumed appearing unresponsive)
> laughed until we cried. Bear in mind, now, that
> the particular
> type of fabric softener sheet was discontinued
> shortly thereafter.
>
> A few years later, Dad died from lung Cancer. Mom
> was out of her mind with grief; I feared she would
> commit suicide.
> Instead, she remarried to a very nice gentleman
> whom she cared for very much, but who could not
> replace my Dad in her
> heart. Mom and my step-dad, Carl, built a new home
> together.
>
> It was my parents' wedding anniversary and Mom was
> depressed, missing my Dad. Carl took her out to
> dinner to try to
> cheer her up. When they got home, he turned on the
> stereo to the oldies station they liked, and they
> danced together.
> The next song that came on was my Dad's song for
> my Mom: "I Don't Know Why I Love You Like I Do".
>
> Mom couldn't help but start to cry. She excused
> herself and fled to the laundry room and started
> folding things, trying
> to distract herself. She pulled a shirt out of the
> dryer, and a fabric softener sheet fell out of it.
> Of course it was
> that same kind that Dad had handed to her in the
> car that day, the kind that had been discontinued
> many years before.
>
> I like to think Dad played that song for her, and
> gave her the fabric softener sheet to assure her,
> in his own quirky way,
> that his love was still strong.


I have a ghost story that a friend of mine had told me. Her Dad (who had died when she was young) had been in the
army & they moved around a lot. Well they had moved to a new army base. She went into to her new room to start unpacking
& 2 get organised. Just as she went to hit the light switch, she felt a hand grab her around the wrist so she screamed,
& coulnd't shake off this hand as it was holding her tightly. Her Mum came running in & turned on the light. Well to their
amazement, this girl had a bruise of what appeared to be finger marks around her wrist & we all know it takes a while for
bruises to appear. She had had no other injuries or accidents to account for the bruises. Other strange things happened
when they were there as well, blankets would be repeatedly pulled off the bed at night when no-one was there, stuff moved
around when no-one was there, hearing voices and laughter etc.

After her Dad died, she was left his army trunk that used to hold all his stuff when he was moving around. Well she used
to be out (lived on her own) and the trunk would be open sometimes - it had a lock with a key in it, and some of her Dad's
things would appear in there that had been put away in storage. No-one had access to her unit at the time. There also used
to be black hand marks on the access hatch to the roof, that hadn't been there the day before. She thought she was being
burgled, but nothing was ever missing and forensic dusting showed no prints at all. It was so bizarre, she never could
explain it. She thought maybe it was her Dad's way of looking over her and letting her know he was still around.

I was working in the nicu when we had a threat of a tornado. Some Nurses got pulled to go to a sister hospital in town to assist in the disaster plan.
When all was over one of the nurses returned with this story: She was assissting the nurses in giving some meds before pulling all into the hallways.
Every patient she went to said they already had their meds from that nice nurse in the white uniform and hat. She realized after she left that its been
awhile since a nurse has worn a hat. That story revealed the urban ledgen of Nurse Betty. Story goes she had an affair with a married Doctor, became
pregnant then agreed to allow him to perform an abortion on her on the 2nd floor OR room.She died and he went to jail. She never left the hospital and
was seen frequently. The local newspaper would do an article of her every year around halloween on her sightings. The hospital has since been replaced
with college dorms.

Hmmmm i wonder if any students have seen her?
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My uncle (my Mum's brother) told us all this weird story when he moved to live near us after his marriage
disintegrated.

When he was very young he was kind of told by the police to go into the navy, because he had a bad childhood
(drunken, abusive father, very poor) like my Mum, and he'd got into a lot of trouble. Anyway in the navy in
those days, every guy (there were no women in the navy then) drank heavily - it was kind of like a tradition.

My uncle had got off his boat which had docked late, and he was making his way back home to go see a few people.
Well he'd missed the last bus (bus services - in the Scottish highlands especially - were few and far between then),
so he decided to hitchhike out to the country. Well a car eventually came along, it was a fairly old-fashioned type
and he got in and this guy chatted to him for a while. My uncle said he only realised later that this guy was dressed
very old-fasioned as well, which in the highlands and outlying areas was not so uncommon then. They talked about different
things (my uncle can't remember what), but he said this guy was a bit strange, didn't know some of the expressions my
uncle used, or things he mentioned. Many people out there then lived fairly isolated lives, so it wasn't too unusual.

So this guy drove for a while, then stopped near this cemetary and said: 'I can't take you any further.' My uncle thanked
him and got out, the car drove off and kind of disappeared, but because it was so dark, my uncle thought his mind was playing
tricks. He was near a town so walked to the local pub and got a drink, and was telling the publican how this old-fasioned guy
had kindly given him a lift. Well the publican & his wife looked at each other and described this guy and his car down to a
tee.

My uncle was curious, asking: 'How did you know what he was wearing, is he a local around here?' The publican's wife told my
uncle the guy's name and said he used to be like the shire land owner many years ago, who was driving one day, picked up a
hitchhiker and was murdered! They also said: 'Did he drop you off at the cemetary up the road?' My uncle said yeh, and the
wife said: 'That's where he's buried, some people have had lifts from him, watched his car drive off, and actually seen him
walk or float across the cemetary to where he is buried. He won't drive anyone further than that cos that is near where he
died, and where he's buried in the family plot!!"

Well, my uncle said he can remember the smell of the seats in the car, he could have reached across and touched this guy,
he could even smell cigarette smoke in the car, but this guy was a bit 'wooden', not really animated very much. And he remembers
the car kind of just disappearing out of sight.

He also said that after the car had driven off, he remembered there were no smells of petrol (gas) fumes at all, and and no
clouds of smoke from the exhaust in the cold country air. And because there weren't too many cars around at that time, you
would have smelled the fumes out in the open air.

I asked my uncle if he'd been drinking before this happened, and he said no, because they had just docked the boat and cos
he wanted to get home, he'd decided to hitch hike to get home, instead of going to a pub as he'd normally do. The first drink
he'd had was when he'd got to that country pub AFTER he'd seen this ghost.

Well this is not Fairfax related but thought I'd throw it out here anyway (the glut of ouija board stories a couple pages back reminded me of this story).

As it has been pointed out previously the ouija board was a popular pastime in the 1970s. My mother was invited over by a few other couples for a dinner party. They were all having a good time eating and laughing when someone pulled out a ouija board. They decided to give it a try-- my mother and two other women had their hands on the pointer and one of the husbands was recording everything that came through.

The pointed started flying all over the board and spelled out the name of a young man. He gave his name, and said that he had committed suicide. He said he was from a small town in Wisconsin (I forget the name I would have to ask my mother again) and he wanted them to call his mother and let her know that he was ok. He gave a phone number and then the board was quiet after he delivered his message. The ladies on the board were quite shaken up!

They looked at the phone number for quite some time deciding what to do. They pulled out the yellow pages (ah yes, the time before the internet...) and sure enough the area code was for this town in Wisconsin several states away! They finally decided to try calling the phone number but received a recorded message stating that this phone number had been disconnected. Everyone was freaking out at this point and they tossed the board into the fireplace. My mom didn't mention that they did any further follow up with this young man's message, but she will never go near a board again!

This happened about 8 years ago and was told to me by the nurse who experienced it.

A elderly patient was receiving palliative care on our cardiology floor and was expected to die anytime. To make her more comfortable her family brought her her favorite white night gown to wear and her pillow and blankets from home. Her daughter was staying with her one night and brushed her long gray hair and the patient went to sleep for the night. The nurse did her final rounding on the patient, gave some pain medicine and put the call bell in reach.

At about 3 am the a call bell rang from the room next door. The patient said that someone was standing at the foot of his bead and he didn't know who she was and she wouldn't answer his questions. The nurse walked down the hall to the room and the patient was sitting up in bed. He said, "There was a lady with long hair and wearing a white gown standing right there (pointing to the foot of bed). I was about to get up to help her out into the hall when she just disappeared."

The nurse reassured him that there was no one there now and told the patient to call her if he had any other problem.

The nurse left the room and walked next door to check on her other patient. The daughter of the patient was softly crying and holding her mom's hand. She said that her mom died a few minutes ago.

The nurse was convinced that the patient in the next room had seen the ghost of the women who died next door.

A friend of mine who worked night shift as a supervisor in ltc facility for mentally handicapped patients shared her experiences with me. She quit her job because of the encounters she had there.

The facilty was closed for a few years and eventually was purchased and re-opened for the mentally disabled. In the attic of one of the buildings(where the breaker box was) many employees had seen burn marks on the floor and pentagrams drawn all over the place. (I believe there are 6 buildings on the property). In that building, all the employees had tragic things happen to them, one lost her daughter in a car crash, one was diagnosed with cancer, one employee's house was burned to the ground, ect. There were two rooms in particular that things always happened in.

One had a radio in it that would come on in between stations even when it was unplugged. Outside the room was a clock in the hallway that would not fall straight down, but many employees saw the clock fall into the middle of the hallway like someone had knocked it off the wall, but there would be no one around.

One night as her an another employee were doing rounds, both her and the other employee kept hearing a voice calling for a nurse. She stated it sounded like the same voice, but it was coming from different places each time they heard it. And they BOTH heard it. They finally thought they had tracked down which room it was coming from. It was the empty room at the end of the hallway that everyone thought was creepy. My friend walked into the room, the door closed behind her and her eyes would not adjust to the light even though there was a window in the room. She opened the door and the other employee looked into the room. Neither one could see anything in the room. It was just blackness and it was so cold. They closed the door and took off to the nurses station.

She put in her notice the next day.

WayneStateKatie Wrote:
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> Well this is not Fairfax related but thought I'd
> throw it out here anyway (the glut of ouija board
> stories a couple pages back reminded me of this
> story).
>
> As it has been pointed out previously the ouija
> board was a popular pastime in the 1970s. My
> mother was invited over by a few other couples for
> a dinner party. They were all having a good time
> eating and laughing when someone pulled out a
> ouija board. They decided to give it a try-- my
> mother and two other women had their hands on the
> pointer and one of the husbands was recording
> everything that came through.
>
> The pointed started flying all over the board and
> spelled out the name of a young man. He gave his
> name, and said that he had committed suicide. He
> said he was from a small town in Wisconsin (I
> forget the name I would have to ask my mother
> again) and he wanted them to call his mother and
> let her know that he was ok. He gave a phone
> number and then the board was quiet after he
> delivered his message. The ladies on the board
> were quite shaken up!
>
> They looked at the phone number for quite some
> time deciding what to do. They pulled out the
> yellow pages (ah yes, the time before the
> internet...) and sure enough the area code was for
> this town in Wisconsin several states away! They
> finally decided to try calling the phone number
> but received a recorded message stating that this
> phone number had been disconnected. Everyone was
> freaking out at this point and they tossed the
> board into the fireplace. My mom didn't mention
> that they did any further follow up with this
> young man's message, but she will never go near a
> board again!


Something similar happened to my friends and I when we were in nursing school. Someone dug up a Ouija board,
something I'd never even heard of, and I was asking questions about my fiance and I. It said we would die in
a fire on December 7th. Awful. Someone said, "Ask it who it is." So I did, and it spelled out, "Devil." That
really spooked me, but at the time I didn't believe in the Devil. I told a friend's mother, and she said, "Of
course, didn't you know that? Satan uses those sorts of things to scare and control people who use them." She
told me I shouldn't ever use such things, but I thought she was just superstitious. (But it's not superstitious
to use them, right? LOL Too ironic.)

Later in life I experimented with Tarot cards, until once again, I was frightened by something they predicted
and never touched them again. It wasn't until years later I read scriptures about consulting with mediums and
Christian literature complete with stories of others who'd dabbled, which finally convinced me these are not
things to be messing about with.

One time, I was working 3 to 11, and just about to do my 9pm med pass, in my LTC facility. There is NOONE down there except me and the elder people i take care of, some of them with mild dementia and some of them still 'with it'. There are cameras in the hallways, and the guard upstairs 'should' be watching them at all times. This is the basement of a huge facility that was bulit in the early 1900s. So, I was doing my 9pm med pass, and I go into the first ladies room and she said "some little girl came in and gave me a piece of candy, then she went out the window..." this lady has dementia so i didnt really take to it when she was telling me this. So i go into ALL 13 patients room, and EVERY SINGLE PATIENT is telling me about this little girl, and the candy.. right down to the pink dress and everything... I was so freaked out I tried to hide upstairs the rest of the night. Then when I was leaving the guard said he saw a little girl in a pink dress on the cameras, running down the hall with a basket on the camera, he was confused because he never saw her leave, and thought it was a daughter or granddaughter of one of the residents, even though it was 9pm and everyone was alone in their rooms.

So creepppppy.

ok, i've read every story on here over the past couple of weeks (so good!), so i figure i owe the one i have. i am a middle school teacher not a nurse. however, i am applying to nursing school next year for a career change. i've been lurking on here for weeks to get a feel of the nursing "culture". anyway, my mom is an er physician. she is not religious, although i know she believes in a higher power/god. she called me one morning before school (she works nights), with a "you won't believe what happened to me last night" story:

one night, a 21-month-old boy came in with his father at about 2am. he had been vomiting non-stop since 10pm, and was pale and lethargic. my mom said he just lay there kind of staring at her, not moving. she asked if he talked a lot and the dad said no- so he wouldn’t be able to describe himself what was going on. later, from the boy’s mom she found out he talks all the time, but that’s a dad for you!

anyway, he threw up several times while he was there and made no attempt to roll over, and let it just kind of gurgle out. so- very sick. he was given iv fluids and zofran for the vomiting. my mom noticed a big bruise that took up half his forehead. the dad said the boy had hit his head on a tricycle 2 days earlier. subdural hematoma? so she sent him to get a ct scan. nothing. normal brain. after exhausting all the possibilities and usual tests, it was determined that he simply had the stomach flu. dad said he hadn’t eaten anything unusual, he hadn’t choked, etc. the fluids and the zofran had caused him to perk up a little, and he was sitting in his dad’s lap. she noticed he moved very little though. since i have 2 little boys, she knows how active healthy boys are.

as she was walking back to the nurses’ station, she heard something whisper, “he swallowed a quarter”. after some time had passed (weeks-months) she became less certain as to whether it was an actual voice from outside herself, an actual voice she heard internally, or whether or not it was just a feeling so intense that it felt like someone had said it. at first she was certain it was external, but that certainty faded with time. nothing like that has ever happened to her. she relies on gut instinct a lot, and has weird moments of intuition that come with experience, but never has she actually had something like that happen. she was completely spooked and said she literally thought, “a quarter? why not a nickel?” i mean how specific is that?

so she walked back to the room, actually told the dad, “i know this is weird, but something just told me to ask. is there any way he swallowed a quarter?” the dad’s eyes got really big and he said that earlier that evening, a woman had come up to them at the store and given both his boys 2 quarters each. when he got to the car, the littlest one only had 1 left, but he assumed he had dropped it.

mom sent the kid for a chest scan, and sure enough, there was a quarter- not a dime or a ring or anything else- lodged at the base of his trachea near his lungs. it was stuck and would never have actually made it into his lungs, but the boy would have stayed very sick for days until someone figured out this random cause. the other fear is that it could have easily eroded his trachea and punctured it, which would have been fatal. (i'm sure nurses reading this could have guessed that, but i didn't know and had asked about the worst-case scenario).

by now the boy's mom had arrived- she was not happy with dad. but the boy went up with an ent surgeon for surgery and the quarter was scoped and removed. she was very spooked by the experience, but also grateful. we kind of discussed it because i thought it was almost unbelievable too. was it her guardian angel? the boy’s?

her deceased sister (died in her 30s from sudden cardiac death) was a physician also. was it a tip from her? why doesn't it happen more often? my mom's in her 60s, and nothing like this has ever happened.
on a side note for er nurses, i told her about this thread and asked her if anything else "spooky" had ever happened. she laughed and said in a level 1 trauma center- at night- a ghost would literally have to be naked and blocking their way for anyone to notice.

Two weeks before my daughter turned one year old my Mother-in-law passed away; she had been sick for years prior so
it was not a surprise when she passed but it did happen very suddenly. She required regular blood transfusions due to
the fact she had survived bladder cancer and the poor thing bled (as if she always had her period) for many many years
even though she was over 80 when she passed. One day on the return trip from the hospital back to the nursing home where
she resided she had a stroke and was pronounced dead minutes later.

A few days after the funeral I started noticing my daughter looking up at the ceiling and giggling and sMother-in-lawing at
absolutely nothing. I did not think much of it at the time at all. Well, one day I put my daughter down for her afternoon nap
-- there was no one in the house except the two of us. About 20 minutes after I put her down, I heard music playing coming from
her room (she had one of those toys that played music attached to the side of her crib). So, thinking she had woken up and
started playing I walked into her room to try to get her back to sleep -- only to find her sound asleep. So, I turned the musical
toy off and turned to leave the room. No sooner did I turn around than the music started playing again. So, once again I turned it
off.

This happened 2 more times until I took the BATTERIES OUT THE TOY as I figured it was just malfunctioning. Well, I went to
leave the room again and sure enough -- it turned back on!!! At that point I was a little freaked out so I stood in the middle
of the room and announced "If this music turns on one more time, I am taking the baby and leaving this house immediately! Enough!".
It did not turn on again and thankfully my daughter slept through the whole thing. (Never wake a sleeping baby ) After the fact, I
started to think about my Mother-in-law and wondered if it was her. She was so happy/sad when my daughter was born as she knew her
failing health would probably take her from this world before she would ever get to see her granddaughter grow. I'd like to think
that she watches over my daughter but also feel a little bad as -- I kinda scared her away when I got upset! Hopefully, she still
stops in although my daughter has never mentioned anything.

I was in my 3rd year in college and was working with a nursing agency as a carer to pay my bills etc.
They sent me out a monastery owned by the Carmelites for a night shift. The night shift passed without
incident. In the morning I met the head nurse on the way out and asked her if they could call me in
future instead of the agency as I would work nights there Fri-Sun every week if they wanted. She agreed
and so I began working there.

There was only about 10 priests in the whole place. Only 2 of them needed assistance in the mornings so
most of the night was spent studying for exams or wandering around the monastery. It was a fantastic building
with long marble corridors, windows of stained glass 40ft high and a huge spiral brass staircase at one end
and a huge marble one at the other. Looking out the windows there was a lake and the ruins of a centuries old
church.

My time there began relatively easy. Id go in at 22:00 and finish at 07:00. They had a huge kitchen downstairs
with the absolute best of food. As only religious institutions do !! So about 03:00 I'd make my way down there
to root through the walk in fridges and feed myself.

The first thing that happened to me was that I'd begin to smell flowers (Im not sure what kind they were, but
it was always the same smell) completely out of the blue. The smell would only last for a split second almost
as if when I noticed it it would disappear. I even went so far as to check my office for those plug in deodourisers
but there was none.

One night I was a little late arriving for work. Instead of getting changed first, I instead went to the nurses
office to quickly read the hand-over book so I could be up to speed in case I met anyone on their way out. As I
went into the office, which was complately black as it had no windows, there was an intense bright flash just at
the far corner of my eye. I turned to look and a breeze blew past me with that same smell of flowers I was used
to smelling by now.... WOW, , I thought and then saw a tiny little spot of light just vanish in front of me. I
turned on the desk lamp and sat down thinking this was the coolest thing I had ever seen.

As the weeks went by Id occasionally smell the flowers again and again but no more lights.

So, those kitchens Id mentioned earlier........ well one night I was down there on my own scrounging for food!
I never turned the lights on in the kitchen as it was fairly illuminated by those neon insect lights. As I was
stnding inside the fridge I heard the sound of what I can only describe as cutlery being moved about on the metal
food preparation tables. I was a little spooked but reassured myself that it was late, I was tired and not to be
afraid as it was probaly the same thing that made the flowers smell and lights...... I left quickly none the less...
After that I always put the lights on when I went in there. Another night, I put the lights on as I walked into
the big kitchen and noticed a huge gust of air fly by me as I walked in. . . again I thought "its late, Im tired,
dont freak myself out"..........so there I was, , in the back of the walk in fridge putting some ham on a plate
when I heard the loudest bang.... I almost s.h.i.t myself on the spot as I turned to investigate the fridge door
slammed shut on me and the lights went out.... I dropped everything, pushed the open bar on the door and ran upstairs
to my office.... My heart was about to jump from my chest.... In the morning I went back down to clean up my mess.
I checked the door, and as I expected it was one of those safety doors on walk in fridges/freezers that cannot swing
closed, only swing open....... So it had to have something push it closed. I pushed it a few times to see how much
force was nessescery to close it and I found I had to give it quite a hard push....

i currently work in a small long term care facility that was built in the 1970s. one night we were working the 11-7 shift when we received a call at the nurses station from our hospice room. on the end was a rather desperate sounding patient saying "help me, help me! im in room 110." the only problem was, our hospice room was empty at the time. on other occasions, fellow CNAs and nurses have seen a woman in a white gown walk out of one room at the end of the hall and into the other. the call lights in those rooms go off frequently when they are empty. the faucets have also been known to shut off without being touched, toilets flushing on their own in vacant rooms... to say in the least, 11-7 is not my favorite shift.

I don't share this very often because it is more "Sacred" to me than scary. My last full time job was with Hospice. I really enjoyed the one on one with my patients. You get to know the family quit well, working with them on a daily basis. We did become quit close.

On this particular assignment, I was caring for an elderly lady who had been on Hospice for over a year. Usually they don't keep you as a Hospice patient for much longer than that, but this little lady kept beating the odds. We called in the family on several occasions during that year, because we thought she was going to die....but she kept on bouncing back. It became kind of a light hearted joke.

My story: Toward the end of her life, this sweet lady lost her oldest son in an auto accident. The family chose not to tell their mother about her son's death. They figured it would serve no positive purpose....so we never spoke of it to her.

Continuing on: The day before this woman expired she called me into her room and asked me if I saw "Michael"? "Michael, your son?", I asked. "Yes", she said...."He was with me all night". "We had a wonderful visit. He wants me to get ready, because he is going to come and get me in the morning" All I said was, "How wonderful it must have been to see your son". My first impression was that she was just having illusions.

The next morning upon reporting to work at 6am, I said goodbye to the family as they left for work, as I had done for over a year...I went about my usual routine. I walked down the old familiar hall to my patient's room and down the hall, ahead of me, I saw a man all dressed in white walking away from my patient's room. I went into my patient's room and she indeed had expired. I mentioned nothing of this to the family, but I did speak of it to the Hospice RN. "Thank goodness!", she said to me. "I thought maybe I was losing it". Apparently she had seen the same gentleman the day before standing in the corner of this sweet little ladies’ room". This is not my only experience of this type. Like I said....some things you are reluctant to share. It is a great testimonial to me that we do go on. I must mention that there was such an enormous feeling of peace that morning when my patient left this world.

Irishpsychintern Wrote:
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> I was in my 3rd year in college and was working
> with a nursing agency as a carer to pay my bills
> etc.
> They sent me out a monastery owned by the
> Carmelites for a night shift. The night shift
> passed without
> incident. In the morning I met the head nurse on
> the way out and asked her if they could call me
> in
> future instead of the agency as I would work
> nights there Fri-Sun every week if they wanted.
> She agreed
> and so I began working there.
>
> There was only about 10 priests in the whole
> place. Only 2 of them needed assistance in the
> mornings so
> most of the night was spent studying for exams or
> wandering around the monastery. It was a fantastic
> building
> with long marble corridors, windows of stained
> glass 40ft high and a huge spiral brass staircase
> at one end
> and a huge marble one at the other. Looking out
> the windows there was a lake and the ruins of a
> centuries old
> church.
>
> My time there began relatively easy. Id go in at
> 22:00 and finish at 07:00. They had a huge kitchen
> downstairs
> with the absolute best of food. As only religious
> institutions do !! So about 03:00 I'd make my way
> down there
> to root through the walk in fridges and feed
> myself.
>
> The first thing that happened to me was that I'd
> begin to smell flowers (Im not sure what kind they
> were, but
> it was always the same smell) completely out of
> the blue. The smell would only last for a split
> second almost
> as if when I noticed it it would disappear. I even
> went so far as to check my office for those plug
> in deodourisers
> but there was none.
>
> One night I was a little late arriving for work.
> Instead of getting changed first, I instead went
> to the nurses
> office to quickly read the hand-over book so I
> could be up to speed in case I met anyone on their
> way out. As I
> went into the office, which was complately black
> as it had no windows, there was an intense bright
> flash just at
> the far corner of my eye. I turned to look and a
> breeze blew past me with that same smell of
> flowers I was used
> to smelling by now.... WOW, , I thought and then
> saw a tiny little spot of light just vanish in
> front of me. I
> turned on the desk lamp and sat down thinking this
> was the coolest thing I had ever seen.
>
> As the weeks went by Id occasionally smell the
> flowers again and again but no more lights.
>
> So, those kitchens Id mentioned earlier........
> well one night I was down there on my own
> scrounging for food!
> I never turned the lights on in the kitchen as it
> was fairly illuminated by those neon insect
> lights. As I was
> stnding inside the fridge I heard the sound of
> what I can only describe as cutlery being moved
> about on the metal
> food preparation tables. I was a little spooked
> but reassured myself that it was late, I was tired
> and not to be
> afraid as it was probaly the same thing that made
> the flowers smell and lights...... I left quickly
> none the less...
> After that I always put the lights on when I went
> in there. Another night, I put the lights on as I
> walked into
> the big kitchen and noticed a huge gust of air fly
> by me as I walked in. . . again I thought "its
> late, Im tired,
> dont freak myself out"..........so there I was, ,
> in the back of the walk in fridge putting some ham
> on a plate
> when I heard the loudest bang.... I almost s.h.i.t
> myself on the spot as I turned to investigate the
> fridge door
> slammed shut on me and the lights went out.... I
> dropped everything, pushed the open bar on the
> door and ran upstairs
> to my office.... My heart was about to jump from
> my chest.... In the morning I went back down to
> clean up my mess.
> I checked the door, and as I expected it was one
> of those safety doors on walk in fridges/freezers
> that cannot swing
> closed, only swing open....... So it had to have
> something push it closed. I pushed it a few times
> to see how much
> force was nessescery to close it and I found I had
> to give it quite a hard push....

@Irishpsychnurse - You're Irish so there's a fair chance you know about this, but when our Blessed Mother appears anywhere, there is almost always a strong fragrance of flowers (many times roses but not always). And sometimes one only smells the fragrance and doesn't see an apparition. Being that you were in an old monastery (cool!) I'd say there is a fair chance there was a lot of Marian devotion there, so it's not out of the realm of possibilities that you experienced a visit from our Mother.

Whist browsing through the site I came upon this thread for the first time. I have a "ghost" story I would like to share although it is not particularly scary. I worked in a veteran's hospital in Australia in the mid '90s. It had been built in 1942 to accommodate the Australian and Allied soldiers who were injured in the Pacific theater of war. (It later served for veterans of WW I, II, Korea and Vietnam)

The buiding was an old style barracks type with an 'L' shape. There were 8 beds in the open ward separated by a low wall with 8 more beds. At the 'L' was another nurses station, as the female section of the ward started there, around the corner, separate from the men.

Over the years many vets had passed away on this particular ward and there was definitely a military aura to the whole place. Every so often a figure would appear, dressed in the regalia of the Australian Infantry Force (AIF) of the Second World war. He would stand at attention beside the last bed of the men's section before the "L". The appartion has been seen by many of the nurses I worked with (not me however) There was no feeling of threat emanating from him and he would disappear if approached, but not usually until the nurse or whomever reached the foot of his bed. He would then salute very slowly and just fade away.

I have heard the story many times from many different nurses and there is no doubt there was a certain degree of embellishment that accrued over the years. Two things though, were consistent through all the stories I was told. He always was dressed in full regalia and always saluted before he faded away. I would have liked to have seen him. What a thrill that would have been to have my own ghost story. Not many people take such stories seriously though. I often thought that the non-observer/believer of such phenomena would think the nurses were into the narc cupboard.

I have since learned that the old building has been demolished and a new-age building with all the modern amenities has been erected in its place. I wonder (and secretly hope, I think) if the old AIF digger (as they were called) will show up again standing his post. I hope so.

My family lived in a house on Botts Avenue in Woodbridge, our house had to what seemed to be multiple spirits.
Everyone in my family and anyone who ever visited had some type of experience in that house.

I once saw a shadow of a baby crawl across the hallway to one o the bedrooms upstairs. It was well know to everyone
who came to our house that they would hear children call their names in a playful manner. A ball everyday would be
heard bouncing in the attic. My grandmother once saw two children, a girl and a younger boy around the same age as
my sister and I and she thought it was us that she saw run by the kitchen and go downstairs.

She said that about 20 minutes after my sister and I came home from school. There were several occasions where we
were physically bothered. I was moved under the couch while I was sleeping, my sister was moved under the bed of an
empty room, also my brother and his friends went to our house after we had to leave for sometime for some work to be
done to the house on some pipes.

They were drinking in the living room when a penny was thrown from what seemed to be from one of the bedrooms to the
living room where they were, and again until they felt uncomfortable and left. And as they were leaving my brother was
grabbed by the shirt as he stepped out the door and the door closed and the curtain on the window moved as if someone
wanted to see what we did.

There were countless events that occurred which I could speak of. If anyone sees this and has questions or would like
hear more stories I could be contacted through email at wua1993@gmail.com.

Xavier2b Wrote:
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> More on the ghost lady of hidden pond, I found out
> there used to be an old farmhouse where the park
> is,
> it was built in 1700's. The ghost lady has been
> seen before, some reports say she was seen before
> the place
> was ever a park. Anyway, I found out others have
> seen her too. She has been seen in the day and at
> night.


I am not surprised at all the stories that people say about hidden pond Park like what a said above many people outside
of the area have heard of the hauntings there. I recently moved to the Kenwood oaks development and was told right off
when I was going to walk my dog along a small creek that is part of the park.

My neighbor told me that the trail ran along the creek that feeds the pond. He also told me that the place is haunted.
I do not believe in ghosts but my neighbor (let's say his name is Kyle) claims that others have told of seeing the apparition
of a woman/girl and that his son who used to volunteer there heard unexplained noises in the building while working at night
and the staff just told him it was ghosts.

Kyle refused to say if he had heard or seen anything. I will keep you all posted so far on my walk by the place I only felt
an icy chill as we walked around the old house there at twilight. I think it could have been my nerves but I did feel as if
I were being watched.

I was over at Hidden Pond playing tennis the other evening with my girlfriend when we decided to walk over to the water fountain on trail towards the nature center. While there we saw a misty figure just float across the meadow into the brush.

My girlfriend was scared but I followed it some and it just vanished.

in jan 2006 i took my family to the dentist & such well we came home and i unlocked the door & my wife was standing next to me as i opened the door i distiinctly heard 2 people talking, male & female , i heard it in the living room, i was mad cause i figured my son chris left the t.v. on still hearing the voices

as i cross the kitchen, & as i put my foot on the threshold of the living room .... it all stopped , i looked around t.v was off computer was off & it was 20* below zero so the windows were closed.
I turned to my wife , she looks at me and said " u heard the voices too?" so not to contaminate her version i asked her what she heard, she said 2 voices male & female " also my son said the same thing !!!!!

Enjoying this topic but also scaring myself silly at the same time if possible.

A long while ago I worked in a Nursing Home on the night shift and was in the medication room with my back to the door.I hear this voice whisper right into my ear "say bye bye" I spun around and there was nobody there.
A couple of weeks later I am charting in the T.V room and I hear whispering getting closer and closer.I am just about to turn around to see what was going on when a hand clamps onto my shoulder.Not a soft brush but a full on grip.There was no-one there and it let go when the Nurse sitting across the other side of the room asked me if I heard the whispering.
A lovely resident died and her bed stayed empty for a few weeks which was unusual.A couple of nights after she died her call bell would ring several times a night even when I pulled it out of the wall.While I was up and about answering the phantom bell I would see if the residents were O.K and without fail there was always someone about to fall etc.I'm sure it was a sign from this sweet lady.

After moving to my townhouse on Griffin ln in Broadway I started noticing strange things happening. Usually happens at night between 2 am and 4 am... Loud banging and a very low yelling (sounds like a female), managed to snap this photo one night when it was happening.
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Ok here's mine- The floor I was working on had a patient, "Mary" that was chronically ill, and therefore would be admitted
to our floor a couple times a year. Well one of the last times she was there, she was not doing well at all. But somehow she
gained enough strength to to go home with family. Not long after that she was admitted yet again to our floor. But this time
she died. Weeks later we found out she was a nurse for 25 years. Now here's what happened after she died that was creepy: On
night shift mostly , but also days...some of the patients said a nurse who said she was "Mary" in a whte uniform with a nurse
hat came in and said who she was, and that she would be taking care of the patient that night. This scenario started happening
more and more often. Along with that, the room she died in, either there was a serious malfunction in equipment or somehow there
was something weird going on to make an alarm to go off in an empty room . Several of us would have AAO patients, then all the
sudden they would say "Mary" was their nurse. or that she would just stand at the door and not say anything- the patients would
say, who is that woman that keeps coming in here? I was like, what woman? They'd say a nurse in a white uniform keeps coming in
and just looking at the patient, then leaves without saying anything.

They would all describe her very similar to what she looked like.... I got the creeps when the alarm would go off in that room and
someone would run in to see if someone was doing that or it just happened. Well, I saw with my own eyes nothing was happening one day
when I was standing by the door, the alarm went off and I go in and no one is there.

I work in two group homes and have worked in 4 others before this. The womans home I work at has had lots of clients live there and has been there a long time. I know of at least one death of a client there, but not much about it. Its had alot of managers over the years too. The agency I work for took over the home about 16 years ago. The current manager says there is a spirit in the home. One of the the old staff ( she is not old,lol, but used to work there and now doesn't) told me and a coworker and her girlfriend that she saw a ghost of a person, presumabley a guy, with a hoodie I beleive when she was out having a smoke break. She looked at him and noticed she could see the trees and house through him. Scared the crap out of the coworker and girlfriend listening, as we were sitting in the dark waiting for my husband to connect the generator during a power failure. The girlfriend was really spooked and said she was going outside. Actually she didn't as we reminded her the ghost was out there. But Sarah the one with the story, was none to joke around so she wasn't much believed. One day I was working and helping a client change into pJ's in her room. I was working with the scared coworker. She was in the kitchen doing dishes, when we heard a loud noise from the bathroom. We went in and found the laundry basket on the floor, when it was firmly placed all the way back on the cupboard. I told her it was the ghost and she was very mad at me.

I have a liking for ghost stories. and Ghost shows. I often watch them at work when the clients are tucked in and we have down time. All the staff know this. i have worked thirds on occasion and one occasion I was working with a staff I was not fond of. I continued to watch my ghost shows. She said she didn't believe in ghosts. I went out for a smoke break and came around and tapped on the glass door right where she was sitting. She jumped a foot, terrified. We had already told her the house had a ghost and a few of our own ghost stories. I said i thought you didn't believe in ghosts.

The last little bit was about two or three months ago. The first stories were about a year ago. Just this last week, a staff for third came in and started talking about the back side of the house, and how she was scared to go back there. She said it's spooky at night. When back there, you can hear tree branches rubbing together. I have heard them, but she says that's not all about the back of the house. Then she told me last week she seen a figure walk from the office to one of the clients rooms in the far side of the house. That client is elderly, and her parents have passed away. Sarah, from the beginning of the story has said she dreamt that that client's mother came to visit her after she died. So it is interesting and hard to know what spirits have visited the home.

I have a ghost for you that didnt take place in Fairfax, but where we used to live in Ft Eustis in southern va. We
lived on Irwin Street Ft Eustis VA, my father was stationed there from 1980 to 1983. I hate what I went through but I always
look on the bright side I learned nothing could scare me ever again. It made me realize we are not alone when we are.

My mom and dad said never to talk about it, people think you are crazy beside the army doesn't want people to know not
everything they own wears green ha ha. Green uniforms back then. I lived in a duplex with my parents and sister. 3 bedroom
1 bath kitchen and living room / dining room combo patio out back cover porch in front. We chained our bike to the post on
the porch so they wouldn't get stolen. Built a white picket fence around back for the dog.

The back yard had a bank or little hill leading to the woods with the swamp beyond the tree line. Snake quick sand. Come
to the house was nice pretty setting the wood in back quaint. But what went on it that house was not. House dress like any
loving home down to the family picture on the wall. Everything in it place. But at night around 11 pm to 2 am things shifted
like we share a living space with the undead. You could not see them but that doesn't mean they were not there.

Floor creaked but our floors are concrete with square panel over them. You drop a glass it shatters. Floors would creak, feel
someone brush past you, a breath on you neck. Windows, all doors open and close at their own will. (sometimes slow sometimes
fast) no weather to cause it. Things moved, whispers, I was lucky then, most never saw what did it. Just enough to put off as
just a new move to a house.

The front door would lock even with the dead bolt and regular door lock and special lock used for hotels. Then one night every
one was woken by a loud bang. We all came out of the bedroom not knowing what it was. Saw nothing, went back to bed. The next
morning we when in the kitchen to find the new yellow kitchen cord phone the kind that hang on the wall, wrapped in the cord.

Receiver (hand piece) broken in half. Laying on the counter. If you lived back then you know you can't break one of those. We
all look and know the answer but never voice it or told anyone. The night came for me to be alone in the house. I loved it.
Course I had to lock all the doors and windows and keep the light down to normal as well as noise level. My parents went out
in there nice new green station wagon car. Sister at a friends for the night. No animals, mom hated the mess and the animals
didn't like it there as well as us. I was all in my room, like most 12 year olds listening to music, trying to dance when the
light flickered.

I walk over to the light switch. The door to my room flies open. I step into the hallway, now all the lights are flicking off
and on fast like kids playing. I back down the hall pass the bathroom, the doors on the closets start sliding back a forth, then
I back in to the entrance area, the doors start shutting and opening. I got to the front door, it flies open, I run out. I run
down the little walk way to the 2 stairs to the main side walk. I turn back praying in my mind, don't let it be real. I turn back
to my house, it lights up like a firecracker, all the lights going off and on (not all at the same time, like your Christmas tree
where 1 string flash different from the rest) the room of light doing that as well as all doors siding or slamming on their own.

I look next door to the duplex, normal, kids in bed TV light on. I turn around hope someone else sees this as well as me. Quite
normal night everyone in bed asleep. I turn back to the house. It's slowing down then stops. Light are on and off in different
rooms doors or left open or ajar. I sit down on the steps common sense say run don't go back in there. But being and army brat
what is just there is not real.

If you can't prove it it never happened. The whole thing lasted maybe 3 to 4 mins. I sat on that step for 1 to 1 1/2 hour till
my parents came home. Mom was mad at me not being responsible, leave door and window open and light on and her voice faded in
the house getting on me for it, as well as the cabinet open part of the way. What was I doing. Dad was mad, we don't air our
laundry in public. Grabs my hand (not hurting me) to help me in the house to talk this out. I freeze, I can't go in that house,
I must have really scared my dad.

I fought him all the way in that house. (I must have look like the cop show you see putting the arrested person in the back of
the car) by the time we got in the house mom was asking what is wrong with you and dad had a hand full of hair and me. Looking
at me like I lost it. If you're an ''army brat'' you do not buck your parents at all. Nothing happened, back to normal for couple
months then the little thing started. We never talked about it.

Then I found this thread on ghosts and found others of us kids speaking out. I knew then and now I'm not crazy. Pheshing Ave was around
the corner from Irwin St. Other web site give a history to make it more understandable. I'm sorry my story isn't as scary as most
but that's not the point. I want to share with you as you did with me that yes things went on and we lived with it, you're not
alone or crazy.

TwinkleToes13 Wrote:
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> Ok here's mine- The floor I was working on had a
> patient, "Mary" that was chronically ill, and
> therefore would be admitted
> to our floor a couple times a year. Well one of
> the last times she was there, she was not doing
> well at all. But somehow she
> gained enough strength to to go home with family.
> Not long after that she was admitted yet again to
> our floor. But this time
> she died. Weeks later we found out she was a nurse
> for 25 years. Now here's what happened after she
> died that was creepy: On
> night shift mostly , but also days...some of the
> patients said a nurse who said she was "Mary" in a
> whte uniform with a nurse
> hat came in and said who she was, and that she
> would be taking care of the patient that night.
> This scenario started happening
> more and more often. Along with that, the room she
> died in, either there was a serious malfunction in
> equipment or somehow there
> was something weird going on to make an alarm to
> go off in an empty room . Several of us would have
> AAO patients, then all the
> sudden they would say "Mary" was their nurse. or
> that she would just stand at the door and not say
> anything- the patients would
> say, who is that woman that keeps coming in here?
> I was like, what woman? They'd say a nurse in a
> white uniform keeps coming in
> and just looking at the patient, then leaves
> without saying anything.
>
> They would all describe her very similar to what
> she looked like.... I got the creeps when the
> alarm would go off in that room and
> someone would run in to see if someone was doing
> that or it just happened. Well, I saw with my own
> eyes nothing was happening one day
> when I was standing by the door, the alarm went
> off and I go in and no one is there.

Ok, I have one a haunting story. I lived in Erie Pa. at the time and worked at a Nursing Home, that had been just horrible, but was improving. The staff was young, motivated and sometimes well, a bit unpredictable. I for one, brought my dog to work in my truck on nice Fall or Spring nights. (the nusg home was out in the country) I figured she'd sleep at home or in the truck, and on my two 15 min breaks and 1/2 hour lunch, I'd go out and let the dog play and take a little walk. One day was just horrible, so I asked an aide if she'd have time to let my dog out. She said fine, all went well, and after a while, the dog spent a lot more time out of the truck on smoke breaks with the staff than in the truck. One night, a staff decided my Large Black Lab, German Shepard mix was just what the residents of the Nursing home needed to cheer them up. Mind you it was about 2 in the am.

I was on the hall passing meds, or doing treatments or something, when I heard what sounded like running and saw a blur of black flash by. I shook my head and thought "Nahh, that couldn't be my dog that just ran past." 15 or so minutes passed by and I had a another "?!" momment. I made my way to the nurses station where all angelic faces said "Oh no, Molly's not in here, she's in the Truck." I apologized!!!! Then about 5 minutes later my dog runs up the hall past me, into a resident's room and then back out again. I was hot on the dogs heels and locked him back in the truck. A resident later told me she was "afraid of that dog." I assured her the dog was no longer in the building. Apparently, there were several residents who related there was a large black dog in their room at night. The DON thankfully never asked anyone directly if there had been a "real dog" in the building, but she was concerned enough to post a memo reviewing several policies of the Nsg Home. The one highlighted by our charge nurse was. "No dogs or Cats may visit residents in Nursing Home without prior approval of administration." My Molly has gone on to dog heaven but I hope she comes to find me when it's time for me to go. I for one will never be afraid of the black dog under my bed!

chris901 Wrote:
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> After moving to my townhouse on Griffin ln in
> Broadway I started noticing strange things
> happening. Usually happens at night between 2 am
> and 4 am... Loud banging and a very low yelling
> (sounds like a female), managed to snap this photo
> one night when it was happening.

Chris, what are we supposed to see in this picture? It looks like the top of a staircase shot at night.

Jdon Wrote:
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> I was working in the nicu when we had a threat of
> a tornado. Some Nurses got pulled to go to a
> sister hospital in town to assist in the disaster
> plan.
> When all was over one of the nurses returned with
> this story: She was assissting the nurses in
> giving some meds before pulling all into the
> hallways.
> Every patient she went to said they already had
> their meds from that nice nurse in the white
> uniform and hat. She realized after she left that
> its been
> awhile since a nurse has worn a hat. That story
> revealed the urban ledgen of Nurse Betty. Story
> goes she had an affair with a married Doctor,
> became
> pregnant then agreed to allow him to perform an
> abortion on her on the 2nd floor OR room.She died
> and he went to jail. She never left the hospital
> and
> was seen frequently. The local newspaper would do
> an article of her every year around halloween on
> her sightings. The hospital has since been
> replaced
> with college dorms.
>
> Hmmmm i wonder if any students have seen her?


I was a CNA before I was a nurse...and witnessed some truly SPOOKY things.Here is my first encounter while working as an aide:

It was a weekend morning, quiet, early.I had arrived on duty to the"easier"hall.Working with another brand new aide (this is why we got the easy hall, we were total newbies)I remember the cool early morning sun shining into the building.The kind of sun you get in really spring when the air is fresh and scrubbed clean from the nights rain.

As we got rounded, working together, we were told by the nurse that Bettie had passed away, and that we would both be staying on the hall while everyone was dining to ready her for the morgue, or a possible visit from family.
One big catch: nether of us had ever seen a corpse, let alone readied a body.
We were already spooked, and soon found ourselves alone on the wing with a dead lady.

She was a favorite resident, so we talked to her and shared stories while we worked, trying to remember our training. It was unnerving, as you could sense you worked with an empty and now very heavy shell.

We finished cleaning and dressing Betties body, pulled a fresh clean sheet over her, covering her face. And then pulled the privacy curtain in the shared room.

Residents returned from their morning meal and we rushed about.The door to Betties room was open, and I couldn't help but to glance at the pulled curtain as I rushed by time after time.

After several passes to and from the linen cart I saw that someone had finally arrived.His dark pants and shoes were visable under the curtain, the attire was indicative of family on their way home from church, or that the mortician had arrived.

Some time later, in that lull after the post breakfast rush,I asked our nurse," what shall we do about Betties room?"

And to me she replied "after the body is picked up, strip the bed, box her things"
"is her family gone?"I asked. "They are not coming"she replied,"the morgue will not be here for a while" she told me.
"No one has been here?"
"No, it is still early"

.......the tailored pressed pants, the formal wingtip shoes....who had been standing at the foot of Betties bed? ....I knew her visitor was not of our realm.

And ofcourse I checked, her corpse was still there.

Jackson Wrote:
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> Xavier2b Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > More on the ghost lady of hidden pond, I found
> out
> > there used to be an old farmhouse where the
> park
> > is,
> > it was built in 1700's. The ghost lady has been
> > seen before, some reports say she was seen
> before
> > the place
> > was ever a park. Anyway, I found out others
> have
> > seen her too. She has been seen in the day and
> at
> > night.
>
>
> I am not surprised at all the stories that people
> say about hidden pond Park like what a said above
> many people outside
> of the area have heard of the hauntings there. I
> recently moved to the Kenwood oaks development and
> was told right off
> when I was going to walk my dog along a small
> creek that is part of the park.
>
> My neighbor told me that the trail ran along the
> creek that feeds the pond. He also told me that
> the place is haunted.
> I do not believe in ghosts but my neighbor (let's
> say his name is Kyle) claims that others have told
> of seeing the apparition
> of a woman/girl and that his son who used to
> volunteer there heard unexplained noises in the
> building while working at night
> and the staff just told him it was ghosts.
>
> Kyle refused to say if he had heard or seen
> anything. I will keep you all posted so far on my
> walk by the place I only felt
> an icy chill as we walked around the old house
> there at twilight. I think it could have been my
> nerves but I did feel as if
> I were being watched.


There is a ghost on rolling road at a stop light at the intersection of the exit from the Fairfax county parkway. It appears to be a guy on a bike who is still then zooms off. He is usually seen late at night.

<><><><><>> Wrote:
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> chris901 Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > After moving to my townhouse on Griffin ln in
> > Broadway I started noticing strange things
> > happening. Usually happens at night between 2
> am
> > and 4 am... Loud banging and a very low yelling
> > (sounds like a female), managed to snap this
> photo
> > one night when it was happening.
>
> Chris, what are we supposed to see in this
> picture? It looks like the top of a staircase shot
> at night.

Its hard to make out but if you look close enough youll see an outline of a figure there.

A little creepy story about one of my guys from the home I used to work at. I was the coordinator, so when things happened wrong, I was often called. Nothing scary happened with him, well what happened was scary but not in a BOO! way. I was paged that he had had a seizure in the bathroom shower and had broken his leg, bone was visable. So I race over, then follow him in to ER by ambulance. He gets checked out and they stay he has to stay and they will do surgery in the morning. So the take them up to his room by elevator. I was likley calling who I had to tell he was being admitted, so I didn't see which way they went. I knew the floor number and found a close by elevatorand got in. I opened the door, and a nurse or aid asks how did i get up their in that elevator. You have to have a khey to open the elevator from that floor and I had no keyand no one was with me. So how did I get in there and was able to go to the second or third floor.with out an empoyee key? they were pretty addiment that You had to us a key to get up to that floor.Theywere really surprised and told me where my elevator was. Got to his room, and he has another seizure so he was helped and settled in bed.
So a nice ghostly worker used her key to let me in, even though I had seen none else there
Things that make you go hmmm.

My personal story started out after getting home from working an 11pm-7am shift. After changing for bed, I continued to make my way to my tall windows and shut the blinds and fell into my bed. My eye lids were heavy and burning from being overly tired, but no matter what I did, I couldn't sleep. I constantly tossed and turned only to find myself still tired, but couldn't fall asleep. It was so out of the ordinary as normally I wouldn't have such a hard time sleeping. So, my day went on and I gave up trying to sleep and did chores and ran erands. It was my night off so skipping my morning sleep and sleeping normal hours of the night was fine. Well, I couldn't sleep that night either, and gave up when it turned 5:30 the next morning. I decided I'd head to my parent's house in a few hours and do some laundry there. After breakfast and getting all my laundry together, I headed over to my parent's house with my bf and arrived at my parent's house about 8:45am. When we rang the door bell, my dad answered the door and told us my grandmother had passed away early that morning.

I didn't believe it. I went to her room and she wasn't there. I cried my eyes out all morning, afternoon, and night. Instead of doing laundry that day, I helped run erands and help with funeral arrangements. I got home and in bed that night about 8:30. I was extremely tired, sad, upset, etc. While I was deep asleep, I felt a sharp finger nail scratch from the heel to toe of my left foot. It was such a strong scratch that it woke me from my sleep. I couldn't explain it other than my bf being an inconsiderate jerk by playing a really mean joke on me. I called out his name and he walked out of our bathroom, which is in our room and to the right of the bed with a big space in between the bed and walls, and I asked him what the heck was wrong with him to do that and that I was so tired and finally fell asleep and that he was being a total jerk for playing around like that. He says he didn't know what I was talking about and had been in the bathroom. I didn't really think he did it either because if he was hiding under the bed and crawled his way to the bathroom doing that joke, I would've seen him. I was just looking for a logical explanation and decided, well...maybe the cat did it, but he said the cat was with him the whole time. We looked at each other a little strangely, but I was too tired to argue and he was just so creeped out to even talk about it anymore. I went back to sleep and decided to discuss it another time.

The next day, I called my dad up and mentioned this to him and he says it was probably my grandmother's way of saying goodbye one last time before she left......

I had a weird experience a couple of weeks ago in our less than two years old hospital. I've heard people swearing blind
the Theater is haunted, but I've never seen anything, although there are places where you get that scalp-crawling, gooseflesh
feeling that something's not quite right. Other staff members and patients have seen strangers who mysteriously disappear when
they go looking to see who it is who just walked through the unit, but until this one Friday night, I hadn't seen them myself.

I was last one out, and was in the change room when I decided I needed to use the loo before I left, and as I was sitting there
I saw, through the gap between the bottom of the door and the floor, a shadow passing by as if someone had just walked past. No
doors opened or closed, and when I emerged there was no-one there, and I got that same creepy feeling as if all the hair on my
body was standing up.

I was told by one of the staff members that the police morgue used to stand on this property, but I haven't been able to find
any records proving this. I do know that it used to be a wagon stop up to about 100 years ago, and that the police station stood
almost next to where the theater wing is. This I can say, although some deaths have occurred in the wards, no patients have died
in theater.

I was staying at my boyfriends house for a couple of weeks last summer and a lot of strange things took place in the time I was
staying there. First 2 nights while I was sitting outside with him and his sister we heard bells / chimes at the house.

The first time it was around the house but there was a party at a house in the neighborhood so we thought the sound was coming from
there. The second night we heard it the bells started coming closer and closer to the house like it was charging to us. That week a
kept waking up at 3:33 every night and would here tapping all around me as well as his sister. Also in his sisters room this door going
to the pipes in her closet kept falling off every night when no one was in there.

At the beginning of the week I couldn't find my phone so I checked his entire room and suddenly the phone dropped from the vent on the
ceiling and was freezing cold. After that I was we heard all these creepy noises around the house every night and the door in his sisters
closet kept falling.

Finally on the last night before I left I went shopping at Tyson's real late and I had a bunch of things in the back of my car. I started
driving back to his house and heard this huge slam on the back of my car. I looked on the road near his house to see if I had hit anyone
or too see what the sound was but no one was there. I called him to come out of the house before I pulled in his driveway and told him what
I heard and as I went to show him where I heard the sound there was a handprint on the inside of my car at the same spot.

That night I was very scared of what happened so we all slept in his sisters room. That night around 4 in the morning I woke up to see a
farmer with a bald head and red beard staring at me smiling at the side of the bed.He seemed friendly but he had a giant wound on his head
that was bleeding. His sister woke up because she felt a presence too and as she woke up the man disappeared. I told them what I saw and the
next day the door in her closet was placed perfectly to the side and no one had been in there since the last night when she put it back up.

The other night I had a patient in one of the rooms that everyone swears is haunted. Guy was completely alert and oriented but liked to talk ... A LOT to anyone that would listen. The previous night, he wasn't my patient but I had a patient next door who asked for his door to be closed because this patient was talking so loudly to someone it woke him up. Well after closing my patient's door walked by his neighbor, who is sitting up in bed talking to no one in particular. Well the following night when I have him as my patient I go in there around 2 am to hang an infusion and he says "Where did Lee go?" Me "Who?" "Lee, he was sitting in the chair at the bottom of my bed" "I have no idea" "Oh, well, he must have got his own room finally. How long will this infusion take?" There was no one in his room and we had no patients at that time or staff members named Lee. Gave me the creeps.

ok, guys one more. The other night at work, the guys home this time, not the girls, it was night and everyone was asleep. i went out side and sat at the swing right outside the door to have a smoke break. i left the door open so I could hear anyone get up. The door slowly swung open, ok wind. It slowly swung almost closed, maybe the way the door was hung. Then it continued to swing back and fourth slowly, almost closed to almost all the way open, with no wind the whole time I was outside. Usually when left open by the clients or staff, it stays put, it doesn't swing back and fourth. Interesting.
The next day we were watching a movie with clients and had to pause the movie for a bit. the TV turned off by itself twice. One of the clients who was really afraid of ghosts and ghost shows, but who occasionly has watched ghost whisperer, says it must be a ghost in the house. We all laugh, and then he says it must be a timer on the TV. Just a bit spooky these happening one day after another. Third shift has said she hears strange noises at night. But this is not my haunted home, the ladies is. We did have a gentleman die in the home.
I don't normally spook easy, and the door and the one time I did see a ghost I was more startled than scared. But after reading this until 400 in the morning, I went to bed and had a nightmare about my sister and I at a LTC. There were ghosts in the LTC. I was a patient and I worked there in the facility in the dream and I had to go and check the meds, which was an office way down a long hall. A client came out of the room and yelled at me and threatened me with violence and I was afraid of the ghosts in the LTC. Ecetra until a doctor came around and taught me that the ghosts were produced by this and that, not really dead spirits. The fear in the dream at the begining was the biggest fear I have had in a long time. Kind of silly, when normally I don't scare that easily on this kind of stuff, and wasn't scared when I went to bed.

GHOST IN GREAT FALLS Wrote:
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> I was staying at my boyfriends house for a couple
> of weeks last summer and a lot of strange things
> took place in the time I was
> staying there. First 2 nights while I was sitting
> outside with him and his sister we heard bells /
> chimes at the house.
>
> The first time it was around the house but there
> was a party at a house in the neighborhood so we
> thought the sound was coming from
> there. The second night we heard it the bells
> started coming closer and closer to the house like
> it was charging to us. That week a
> kept waking up at 3:33 every night and would here
> tapping all around me as well as his sister. Also
> in his sisters room this door going
> to the pipes in her closet kept falling off every
> night when no one was in there.
>
> At the beginning of the week I couldn't find my
> phone so I checked his entire room and suddenly
> the phone dropped from the vent on the
> ceiling and was freezing cold. After that I was we
> heard all these creepy noises around the house
> every night and the door in his sisters
> closet kept falling.
>
> Finally on the last night before I left I went
> shopping at Tyson's real late and I had a bunch of
> things in the back of my car. I started
> driving back to his house and heard this huge slam
> on the back of my car. I looked on the road near
> his house to see if I had hit anyone
> or too see what the sound was but no one was
> there. I called him to come out of the house
> before I pulled in his driveway and told him what
> I heard and as I went to show him where I heard
> the sound there was a handprint on the inside of
> my car at the same spot.
>
> That night I was very scared of what happened so
> we all slept in his sisters room. That night
> around 4 in the morning I woke up to see a
> farmer with a bald head and red beard staring at
> me smiling at the side of the bed.He seemed
> friendly but he had a giant wound on his head
> that was bleeding. His sister woke up because she
> felt a presence too and as she woke up the man
> disappeared. I told them what I saw and the
> next day the door in her closet was placed
> perfectly to the side and no one had been in there
> since the last night when she put it back up.


This sounds pretty intense. I live in Mclean near Great Falls I have always felt like those neighborhoods are haunted around there.

I posted this story in another type of thread a while back. I think of this a little more as a story of undying love rather than a ghost story but I do think it fits here. Last year, I cared for a 3 year old child who had been in a MVA with her mother and older sister. Unfortunately, mom died in the accident. The older sister broke an arm and was admitted to the Peds unit for a night or two with an ORIF. The 3 year old had multiple injuries including two broken femurs, a broken arm and more that I can't remember off the top of my head. She was initially in the PICU so never got to be with her sister after the accident. I cared for this little girl when she was transferred to Peds. Now she was almost always alone. She had not yet seen her sister and her father I assume was busy with funeral arrangements etc. This child had not even been informed of her mother's death. She was a very stoic child, would never cry despite being in obvious pain I'm sure. She never showed ANY expression of emotion, wouldn't talk to ANY of the staff, wouldn't eat or drink even when we brought her some of her favorite foods. She just broke my heart. I would park my chair and portable computer in front of her room at night when things would settle down just in case I did hear her cry or anything. One night I heard her quiet voice starting to talk, in obvious conversation. She was saying "Mommy, I'm coming too now? Mommy, why can't I go too? ". I got such chills! I walked into the room and that little baby was wide awake, holding her arms out as if in a hug and focusing her eyes on a spot in front of her face. I am SURE that her mother was in there at that moment, being with her baby just as she would have in life. I cried the whole drive home that morning, thinking of the terrified child being comforted by her literal angel of a mother. I just wonder, with her undeniably seeing her mom there in the room that night, did she then know that mommy was gone from this earth?

gwen114 Wrote:
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> GHOST IN GREAT FALLS Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > I was staying at my boyfriends house for a
> couple
> > of weeks last summer and a lot of strange
> things
> > took place in the time I was
> > staying there. First 2 nights while I was
> sitting
> > outside with him and his sister we heard bells
> /
> > chimes at the house.
> >
> > The first time it was around the house but
> there
> > was a party at a house in the neighborhood so
> we
> > thought the sound was coming from
> > there. The second night we heard it the bells
> > started coming closer and closer to the house
> like
> > it was charging to us. That week a
> > kept waking up at 3:33 every night and would
> here
> > tapping all around me as well as his sister.
> Also
> > in his sisters room this door going
> > to the pipes in her closet kept falling off
> every
> > night when no one was in there.
> >
> > At the beginning of the week I couldn't find my
> > phone so I checked his entire room and suddenly
> > the phone dropped from the vent on the
> > ceiling and was freezing cold. After that I was
> we
> > heard all these creepy noises around the house
> > every night and the door in his sisters
> > closet kept falling.
> >
> > Finally on the last night before I left I went
> > shopping at Tyson's real late and I had a bunch
> of
> > things in the back of my car. I started
> > driving back to his house and heard this huge
> slam
> > on the back of my car. I looked on the road
> near
> > his house to see if I had hit anyone
> > or too see what the sound was but no one was
> > there. I called him to come out of the house
> > before I pulled in his driveway and told him
> what
> > I heard and as I went to show him where I heard
> > the sound there was a handprint on the inside
> of
> > my car at the same spot.
> >
> > That night I was very scared of what happened
> so
> > we all slept in his sisters room. That night
> > around 4 in the morning I woke up to see a
> > farmer with a bald head and red beard staring
> at
> > me smiling at the side of the bed.He seemed
> > friendly but he had a giant wound on his head
> > that was bleeding. His sister woke up because
> she
> > felt a presence too and as she woke up the man
> > disappeared. I told them what I saw and the
> > next day the door in her closet was placed
> > perfectly to the side and no one had been in
> there
> > since the last night when she put it back up.
>
>
> This sounds pretty intense. I live in Mclean near
> Great Falls I have always felt like those
> neighborhoods are haunted around there.


I heard a rumor about the Colvin Run Mill being haunted but I wasn't sure. I was there one time with a friend and it was getting dark, we were on the floor above the grinding room (the room that grinds grains) and the I noticed a black figure moving from the fire place to the left and looked like it exited to the right where a back door was. I told my friend ''did you see that? '' and he saw it too. Now the floor we were on was lit and the bottom floor was dark but we saw something move that was blacker than night move. I live 1/4 mile away from the mill. I usually don't head back there but when I do I think about what I saw that day. Now I don't see it anymore but I have a feeling something is there.

This is not a "ghost" story but instead proof to me that spirits do exist.

One morning in March of 2011, I was filling out paperwork that required family member's names for an upcoming activity. When I went to write my dad's name down, I thought don't put his name because my dad had been in an accident and he won't be able to attend. I did not write his name and forgot about the entire thing until later that afternoon when I had been notified that my dad had a massive heart attack while he was driving causing a multiple fatality car accident. The time of his death was the exact time that I was filling out the paperwork. I know it was my dad stopping by on his way to heaven.

Personally, I have had many encounters with ghosts that I usually only share with a select few. I believe that many people have their minds closed to such encounters and think of those of us that believe as crazy. It is refreshing to read this thread and know that so many people have experiences similar to mine.

GHOST IN GREAT FALLS Wrote:
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> I was staying at my boyfriends house for a couple
> of weeks last summer and a lot of strange things
> took place in the time I was
> staying there. First 2 nights while I was sitting
> outside with him and his sister we heard bells /
> chimes at the house.
>
> The first time it was around the house but there
> was a party at a house in the neighborhood so we
> thought the sound was coming from
> there. The second night we heard it the bells
> started coming closer and closer to the house like
> it was charging to us. That week a
> kept waking up at 3:33 every night and would here
> tapping all around me as well as his sister. Also
> in his sisters room this door going
> to the pipes in her closet kept falling off every
> night when no one was in there.
>
> At the beginning of the week I couldn't find my
> phone so I checked his entire room and suddenly
> the phone dropped from the vent on the
> ceiling and was freezing cold. After that I was we
> heard all these creepy noises around the house
> every night and the door in his sisters
> closet kept falling.
>
> Finally on the last night before I left I went
> shopping at Tyson's real late and I had a bunch of
> things in the back of my car. I started
> driving back to his house and heard this huge slam
> on the back of my car. I looked on the road near
> his house to see if I had hit anyone
> or too see what the sound was but no one was
> there. I called him to come out of the house
> before I pulled in his driveway and told him what
> I heard and as I went to show him where I heard
> the sound there was a handprint on the inside of
> my car at the same spot.
>
> That night I was very scared of what happened so
> we all slept in his sisters room. That night
> around 4 in the morning I woke up to see a
> farmer with a bald head and red beard staring at
> me smiling at the side of the bed.He seemed
> friendly but he had a giant wound on his head
> that was bleeding. His sister woke up because she
> felt a presence too and as she woke up the man
> disappeared. I told them what I saw and the
> next day the door in her closet was placed
> perfectly to the side and no one had been in there
> since the last night when she put it back up.


My friend and I were doing some work in an unoccupied house one day in Great Falls. We headed upstairs to the master bedroom
to do some work in the bathroom. As we got within 3 or 4 feet of the bathroom door it slammed shut in our faces. We left right
away to another level of the house. A few days later I was back at the house to finish working. I was standing in the kitchen
waiting for my helper to arrive at the house. All the sudden a door that led to the basement that was wide open slammed shut
right in front of me with extreme force it startled me to the point where I ran out of the house.

There is something in that house that seemed angry with my presence. I've been back in the house since then and had no other
experiences but I do believe on some level there is someone still there.

zhockeymom77 Wrote:
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> This is not a "ghost" story but instead proof to
> me that spirits do exist.
>
> One morning in March of 2011, I was filling out
> paperwork that required family member's names for
> an upcoming activity. When I went to write my
> dad's name down, I thought don't put his name
> because my dad had been in an accident and he
> won't be able to attend. I did not write his name
> and forgot about the entire thing until later that
> afternoon when I had been notified that my dad had
> a massive heart attack while he was driving
> causing a multiple fatality car accident. The time
> of his death was the exact time that I was filling
> out the paperwork. I know it was my dad stopping
> by on his way to heaven.
>
> Personally, I have had many encounters with ghosts
> that I usually only share with a select few. I
> believe that many people have their minds closed
> to such encounters and think of those of us that
> believe as crazy. It is refreshing to read this
> thread and know that so many people have
> experiences similar to mine.

It's amazing what happens when one opens up their mind/heart... I too have had experiences that I cannot explain by any other means. Kudos for you for being able to "see" what's out there!

Hi! This is my first post so please bere with me! it's going to be a long one!

While I haven't had anything happen at work yet,I am a paranormal investagator outside of work. I noticed that Waverly Hills has been mentioned several times. I have investaged it multiple times and it is my "pet" haunted place. I just feel so drawn there. The running joke on my team is I'd rather go to Waverly than eat ice cream and I love ice cream! I've been 5 times in 2 years and know the place like the back of my hand.

Most people know of Waverly Hills from tv shows like Ghost Hunters, Ghost Adventures and the many documenteries made about the place. Sadly a lot of the history has been drummed up to make for interesting tv and the current owners of the place play right into it. I can understand why..they are making a living off of the building being haunted.The current owners sell tours and ghost hunts for a fee and the money is going to restore the building and eventually turn it into a 4 star "haunted" hotel.But for those of you that may be interested in the real story and in some of the ghosts here you go!

History: I've spent many hours researching this place and this is the most factual info that i have found so far.

Waverly Hills Sanatorium is located in Louisville, Ky and was first opened in 1910 to house TB pts. The origonal building was wooden and could only house 40 pts. This proved to be too small for the ever climbing TB rates. In 1923, it was decided that a state of the art hospital would be built to meet the needs of the state. The doors of the new hospital opened in 1926 and could house up to 500 pts and usually had a long waiting list because it was the nation's top TB ward for many years. The hospital featured a Salon,a library,a gift shop, it's own radio sation and the latest medical advancements. Waverly played a large part in the development of x-rays and many surgeries that we would now concider shocking and brutial.

Remember anti-botics wasn't a treatment yet. The most common treatments for TB were freash air,that the pts got plenty of due to the open breezeways on every floor, good food and lots of rest. The pts beds were wheeled out on the open breezeways rain or shine, warm or cold. They used electric blankets in the winter months to keep pts warm.
Other treatments included-Pneumoectomy, the surgical removal of part or even a whole lung. Phrenic Nerve Crush- The nerve supply cut off to one diaphragm to allow the affected lung to heal. Thoracoplasty- The removal of several ribs (usually 7 to 8) to collapse the lung and to permit swelling, this was usually carried out over several surgeries because most Drs only like to remove 2-3 ribs at a time. And Artificial Pneumothorax- the introduction of air into the pleural cavity causing it to collapse.

As you can gather very few made it out alive. Around 8 to 10,000 people died there and at the peak of the TB epidemic the hosptial lost an average of 1-3 pts a day.To keep up pts spirits the Dr's thought it was best that they not see just how many were dying. The hospital is built on top of a large hill. There was a service tunnel that staff used to carry up goods for the hospital from the train tracks below. It also served as a warm way into the hospital for dr's and nurse's who lived off site. The tunnel was rigged with a pulley system so that bodys could be taken out of the hospital with no ones notice. This is where the tunnel became known as "The Death Tunnel" and "The Body Chute".

After the introduction of anti-botics pt numbers dwindled and Waverly Hills closed in 1961. It didn't say closed for long as it re-opened as Woodhaven Medical Services in 1962. Woodhaven was a LTC facility for the elderly and the mentally handicaped. They "specialized" in treating dementia, which at the time was electro-shock. Woodhaven was open until 1980 when it was shut down by the state for pt abuse and neglect.

It has stood open and empty ever since to the elements, to vandals, and to thrill seekers. The current owners bought and opened it to the public for tours and ghost hunts in 2001. They regularly hold a haunted house around Halloween as well to raise money to restore the buliding.

Now for the ghost stories: These are the basic tales told about the place. These are NOT my personal experiances and I will add them later if you'd like.

1. Room 502- There are 2 nurses that are said to haunt room 502. The first was reported to have died in the 30's. Supposedly the young woman was having an affair with one of the dr's and became pregnant.Well being unmarried and pregnant in the 1930's didn't fly very well so she hung herself from a light fixture in the hallway right in frount of room 502. Another verson of the same story goes: that the dr tried to preform an abortion on her and it went wrong and she bled to death. To cover up what he had done he staged her sucide. And yet another version claims that she was unmarried, pregnant, and contracted TB so she hung herself.
The second nurse in 502 either fell,jumped, or was pushed from the window inside the room sometime in the 50's.

2.The 4th floor OR is said to be haunted by a dr,maybe the one who killed the nurse in 502?

3. The 4th floor is also home to "Big Black" a very large shadow figure that is said to go from floor to ceiling, and "The Creeper" a smaller shadow figure that scurries along the walls and ceiling.

4. The spirit of a small boy is said to roam the whole hospital and play with the many toys people bring for him.

5. The 3rd floor is supposedly inhabited by the ghost of an old man and his white dog. A group of cultists brought a homeless man and his dog into the hospital and murdered them. The Police found him the next day after answering the call for a tripped security alarm. They had thrown him down the elavator shaft.

All over the hospital people have reported hearing footsteps, whispering, people talking, seeing shadows, seeing people, smelling food, feeling something touch them ect.

I'm happy to answer any questions about the place or to relay my personal experiances.

I live in Belmont country club in Ashburn Virginia and I have seen a young girl swinging on the playground off
of medalist. At first I thought to ask her if she needed help and then as I got closer she lifted her head and it
was the most evil face I have ever seen. She said to get off their land and then said we are coming for you. Since
this happened on Nov. 7th 2008 9 of my neighbors and about 6 others from the Belmont area have seen and heard noises
and even one child was attacked by an unexplained being.

Ashburn may be safe but the country club is cursed.

leodoula Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Hi! This is my first post so please bere with me!
> it's going to be a long one!
>
> While I haven't had anything happen at work yet,I
> am a paranormal investagator outside of work. I
> noticed that Waverly Hills has been mentioned
> several times. I have investaged it multiple times
> and it is my "pet" haunted place. I just feel so
> drawn there. The running joke on my team is I'd
> rather go to Waverly than eat ice cream and I love
> ice cream! I've been 5 times in 2 years and know
> the place like the back of my hand.
>
> Most people know of Waverly Hills from tv shows
> like Ghost Hunters, Ghost Adventures and the many
> documenteries made about the place. Sadly a lot of
> the history has been drummed up to make for
> interesting tv and the current owners of the place
> play right into it. I can understand why..they are
> making a living off of the building being
> haunted.The current owners sell tours and ghost
> hunts for a fee and the money is going to restore
> the building and eventually turn it into a 4 star
> "haunted" hotel.But for those of you that may be
> interested in the real story and in some of the
> ghosts here you go!
>
> History: I've spent many hours researching this
> place and this is the most factual info that i
> have found so far.
>
> Waverly Hills Sanatorium is located in Louisville,
> Ky and was first opened in 1910 to house TB pts.
> The origonal building was wooden and could only
> house 40 pts. This proved to be too small for the
> ever climbing TB rates. In 1923, it was decided
> that a state of the art hospital would be built to
> meet the needs of the state. The doors of the new
> hospital opened in 1926 and could house up to 500
> pts and usually had a long waiting list because it
> was the nation's top TB ward for many years. The
> hospital featured a Salon,a library,a gift shop,
> it's own radio sation and the latest medical
> advancements. Waverly played a large part in the
> development of x-rays and many surgeries that we
> would now concider shocking and brutial.
>
> Remember anti-botics wasn't a treatment yet. The
> most common treatments for TB were freash air,that
> the pts got plenty of due to the open breezeways
> on every floor, good food and lots of rest. The
> pts beds were wheeled out on the open breezeways
> rain or shine, warm or cold. They used electric
> blankets in the winter months to keep pts warm.
> Other treatments included-Pneumoectomy, the
> surgical removal of part or even a whole lung.
> Phrenic Nerve Crush- The nerve supply cut off to
> one diaphragm to allow the affected lung to heal.
> Thoracoplasty- The removal of several ribs
> (usually 7 to 8) to collapse the lung and to
> permit swelling, this was usually carried out over
> several surgeries because most Drs only like to
> remove 2-3 ribs at a time. And Artificial
> Pneumothorax- the introduction of air into the
> pleural cavity causing it to collapse.
>
> As you can gather very few made it out alive.
> Around 8 to 10,000 people died there and at the
> peak of the TB epidemic the hosptial lost an
> average of 1-3 pts a day.To keep up pts spirits
> the Dr's thought it was best that they not see
> just how many were dying. The hospital is built on
> top of a large hill. There was a service tunnel
> that staff used to carry up goods for the hospital
> from the train tracks below. It also served as a
> warm way into the hospital for dr's and nurse's
> who lived off site. The tunnel was rigged with a
> pulley system so that bodys could be taken out of
> the hospital with no ones notice. This is where
> the tunnel became known as "The Death Tunnel" and
> "The Body Chute".
>
> After the introduction of anti-botics pt numbers
> dwindled and Waverly Hills closed in 1961. It
> didn't say closed for long as it re-opened as
> Woodhaven Medical Services in 1962. Woodhaven was
> a LTC facility for the elderly and the mentally
> handicaped. They "specialized" in treating
> dementia, which at the time was electro-shock.
> Woodhaven was open until 1980 when it was shut
> down by the state for pt abuse and neglect.
>
> It has stood open and empty ever since to the
> elements, to vandals, and to thrill seekers. The
> current owners bought and opened it to the public
> for tours and ghost hunts in 2001. They regularly
> hold a haunted house around Halloween as well to
> raise money to restore the buliding.
>
> Now for the ghost stories: These are the basic
> tales told about the place. These are NOT my
> personal experiances and I will add them later if
> you'd like.
>
> 1. Room 502- There are 2 nurses that are said to
> haunt room 502. The first was reported to have
> died in the 30's. Supposedly the young woman was
> having an affair with one of the dr's and became
> pregnant.Well being unmarried and pregnant in the
> 1930's didn't fly very well so she hung herself
> from a light fixture in the hallway right in
> frount of room 502. Another verson of the same
> story goes: that the dr tried to preform an
> abortion on her and it went wrong and she bled to
> death. To cover up what he had done he staged her
> sucide. And yet another version claims that she
> was unmarried, pregnant, and contracted TB so she
> hung herself.
> The second nurse in 502 either fell,jumped, or
> was pushed from the window inside the room
> sometime in the 50's.
>
> 2.The 4th floor OR is said to be haunted by a
> dr,maybe the one who killed the nurse in 502?
>
> 3. The 4th floor is also home to "Big Black" a
> very large shadow figure that is said to go from
> floor to ceiling, and "The Creeper" a smaller
> shadow figure that scurries along the walls and
> ceiling.
>
> 4. The spirit of a small boy is said to roam the
> whole hospital and play with the many toys people
> bring for him.
>
> 5. The 3rd floor is supposedly inhabited by the
> ghost of an old man and his white dog. A group of
> cultists brought a homeless man and his dog into
> the hospital and murdered them. The Police found
> him the next day after answering the call for a
> tripped security alarm. They had thrown him down
> the elavator shaft.
>
> All over the hospital people have reported hearing
> footsteps, whispering, people talking, seeing
> shadows, seeing people, smelling food, feeling
> something touch them ect.
>
> I'm happy to answer any questions about the place
> or to relay my personal experiances.


Thanks, Leoduola, for the information you provided on the sanitarium in Kentucky. My Mom and several members of her family were diagnosed with tuberculosis around 1940 and Mom spent a couple of years in a sanitarium in Minnesota. She rarely talked about it but as she got older, she said that she always scared doctors when they saw her for the first time because they "removed her lung". When she passed away 3 1/2 years ago, it was because her remaining lung was just plain worn out - she lived for around 70 years after her bout with tuberculosis.

The first time I went to Waverly Hills was a fluke. My SIL knew some people that had payed for an 8 hour private investagation. Over half of the people that wanted to go bailed on them pretty unexpectedly. These tours are not cheap. They are $1000 minium and you can take 10 people in for that. SIL knew I was into "that sort of thing" and told DH about it. He reserved us 2 places with them and gave it to me as a christmas gift. I had to wait until late April to go though.

The day finally came and we arrived at Waverly. It's a very impressive building to see and you can tell that it was once very beautiful (still is). The tour guide lead us into what was once the laundry room for the hospital. It's now an office, gift shop, and meeting area for guests. It was quickly determined that there were only 5 of us that had ever been on an investagation before. The other 4 formed thier own group and went off by themselves leaving me in charge of all the noobs. I really wasn't there to "investagate" as much as I was there just to experiance the place.

The tour guide takes us outside and lets us take some pics of the outside of the building and then gives us a quick tour of the inside. He fills us in on the ghost stories and "hot" spots as we go. The hospital isn't a small building so you can imagine. We then split into groups and went our seperate ways. The first group started out in the tunnel and we started on the 1st floor of the hospital. We worked our way up to the second floor which features the cafeteria, the bakery, the dining rooms and a pt wing. As we were walking down to the cafeteria everyone started to smell bacon. As we got closer to the dining rooms and the cafeteria it got stonger just like someone was cooking bacon. It was almost overwhelming by the time we got there. All 6 of us smelled it. We examined the room carefully and knew that no one had brought any bacon with them.We never found any source for the smell.

We continued on back to the pt wing. Each wing is made up of 2 hallways. The outside hallway is made up of the open breezeway (which the hospital was famous for)with a row od pt rooms behind. The inside hallway is where the closed rooms are. These were the rooms used for dying pts. When you were moved to a closed room you knew you didn't have much longer left. We started walking up the outside hallway, everyone was taking there time, chatting since it wasn't dark yet. I crossed over to the inside hallway and was taking pics of some of the rooms. The group continued forward on the other side. DH came to see what I was doing and he took a few pics as well.We started to walk forward and were going to cross back over at the end of the hall and re-join the group. We were walking when we heard shuffling foot steps behind us. We both turned to look at the exact same time and there was nothing there. We continued down the hall like this. Every few steps we'd stop and it would stop. We were taking pics and giggling about it when the rest of the group caught up with us. After they came it stopped though.

We continued on though out the hospital for a few hours with nothing happening. It got dark and we were on the 3rd floor. We were on the outside breezeway and one of the guys with us told everyone to stop. We all froze in place and he told everyone to look at the end of the hallway. My BIL chimed up and said it looked like there was a person standing there. We all saw a dark shadowy out line of a person. I thought it was an acctual person it was so solid looking and immeadately started running to it.There was no way I was going to let someone that wasn't supposed to be there ruin my evening. DH and BIL took off after me. I got there first and followed it into one of the open rooms and though to the inside hallway. There was nothing there. We split up and looked for a person and came up empty handed.

We took a break after that and had lunch. Afterward we went to the tunnel. We tried doing EVP on the way down and using a K2 meter. We had a few spikes on the k2 but we didn't get any EVPs. We found that the end of the tunnel was open so we went out of it and took pictures of the places where supplies were picked up and bodies were taken away so many years ago. We also found a building and took pics of it. (on a side note the owners and guide both claim that this building is not there even though I've touched it and given them pics of it. Research has lead me to believe it was a power house or water treatment.)

We trecked back up and 2 members of our party was over all the fun of the evening but they kept going. We went up to the 4th floor where we started hearing voices and foot steps all over the place. One of our group members had had enough at the point and broke down so we took her out. After seeing that she was ok and comfortable we went back in and did a EVP session in the childrens cafeteria During that time it felt like there were children tugging at the hem of my hoodie and one of the guys we were with kept feeling like he was being touched. We were able to document a cold spot right next to both of us his was 20 degrees colder than the rest of the room and mine was 30.

We then hit the OR on the 4th floor and tried to do another EVP session. We were getting lots of responces on our k2 though. DH was sitting in a metal folding chair holding it. We were getting answers to our questions when all of a sudden the chair felt and sounded like it was kicked hard. We got a few more questions after that and then it stoped. Pretty much everyone was done at that point so we walked out and rested for a moment. DH and I went back in on our own and did another run though of the whole hospital. We found the other group and ened up spending the last hour or so with them. Nothing else really happened that night but it was awesome.

I booked my next trip before we left!

Here are some pics of that night.I did my best to add as much info as possiable to them. NOTE: there is some graffic graffitti in the pics if you are easily offended please do not click the links!!! Also these pics are NOT up for debate. They are what they are and have not been altered in any way. They are there to show people what Waverly is like and not to prove or disprove ghosts.

www.flickr.com/photos/leogirl13/

www.flickr.com/photos/leogirl1333/

Belmont country club haunting Wrote:
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> I live in Belmont country club in Ashburn Virginia
> and I have seen a young girl swinging on the
> playground off
> of medalist. At first I thought to ask her if she
> needed help and then as I got closer she lifted
> her head and it
> was the most evil face I have ever seen. She said
> to get off their land and then said we are coming
> for you. Since
> this happened on Nov. 7th 2008 9 of my neighbors
> and about 6 others from the Belmont area have seen
> and heard noises
> and even one child was attacked by an unexplained
> being.
>
> Ashburn may be safe but the country club is
> cursed.


When I was about 7 years old I lived in Sterling VA and I slept in a room across from the bathroom. I slept
with the door open because I was afraid of the dark. Anyways one night I was in bed and I saw a blue girl in
the bathroom.

I thought it was my sister playing a prank on me so the next day I asked her if she was and she said no. Btw
I live in Ashburn now and I know about the little demon girl.

I heard an interesting story a few weeks ago. Part of the hospital has been rebuilt and faces on to our unit. Nurse doing something near the window looks across and sees two people moving about in one of the clinic rooms (it's after hours and clinic is shut). She called a colleague over who also saw these two people. They call security who go over and check out the room; nobody there. A while later the nurses again see these two people moving around so ... they call security. This time the security guys split up - one stands with the nurses while the other one went over to the clinic to check again.

The scary part of this is that the security guys were talking on the radio. The one in the clinic states that the room is empty, but the other security guard standing in our unit with the two nurses could actually see these two people, standing right beside the security guard while he was talking...

It isn't a local story, but non the less to me a terrifying experience.

At the time I was still living at home, in college, and working. Life felt pretty fast paced. Anyhow, I was having an
earlier night than normal and was actually in bed by 10 pm. I had just gotten into bed, lights out but wasn't asleep
yet. In fact, my eyes were still open I was just laying in bed thinking about my day. All of the sudden I felt and
absolutely without a doubt knew that I wasn't alone. The feeling of helplessness and utter terror came over me. Suddenly
I couldnt move and felt pressure over my wrists, ankles, and chest. I couldn't move, since it was dark in my room (black
out shades) I couldn't see any outline, just darkness. I wanted to scream and couldn't. Absolutely nothing would come out.
I was praying in my heart for it to end all the while trying to scream. Suddenly I was able too, and the gripping pressure
around my wrists and ankles release and I could finally scream. I ran out of bed flipped on the light an no one was there.
It felt like someone, or more than just one someone was pinning me down.

I've heard of sleep paralysis. Which is the closest thing I've found to my experience. The only issue I have with that
explanation is that I was awake, fully thinking about the day I had just had.

Any how that's my story!!

MaryAnn_RN Wrote:
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> I heard an interesting story a few weeks ago. Part
> of the hospital has been rebuilt and faces on to
> our unit. Nurse doing something near the window
> looks across and sees two people moving about in
> one of the clinic rooms (it's after hours and
> clinic is shut). She called a colleague over who
> also saw these two people. They call security who
> go over and check out the room; nobody there. A
> while later the nurses again see these two people
> moving around so ... they call security. This time
> the security guys split up - one stands with the
> nurses while the other one went over to the clinic
> to check again.
>
> The scary part of this is that the security guys
> were talking on the radio. The one in the clinic
> states that the room is empty, but the other
> security guard standing in our unit with the two
> nurses could actually see these two people,
> standing right beside the security guard while he
> was talking...

my little experience would be when I was filling the water jugs on midnights I happened to glance at the window across from me and I swore I saw the reflection of someone sitting in the resident's dining area, and of course when I looked back nothing was there...spooky!

I am a Director of Nursing in Virginia...I have worked in several ltc facilities and have noted some of the SAME occurrences in different buildings. I was wondering if any of you could relate to any of these as well?

* the children - at least half of all of my residents have seen and talk about the children
*call lights going on and off in certain rooms for no reason
*Residents identifying an "upstairs and downstairs" even though all of my facilities have been 1 floor
*residents' voices changing and telling you things such as "DO not be afraid"
*residents who are actively dying and turn their heads slowly to look at you with this look I cannot describe but send chills up your spine
*the woman in white
*Vital signs machines, oxygen concentrators not working in an end of life or acute situation
*residents seeing "the man" or "the dog".

Any of these things could absolutely be chalked up to hallucinations or dementia, HOWEVER in so many residents in different places?? Or when you have a string of actively dying patients in the building - everything going wrong.....

Has anyone experienced any of these before or can anyone perhaps shed some light on these things for me? Ive been doing this for 20 years and its always the same.

My friend's brother was in a bad car accident in the middle of the night, and was brought to the hospital I work at. My friend came to the hospital, leaving her husband and two small children at home. She didn't say anything to her children about what had happened, and didn't wake them up either, as she thought it would be best to wait.Anyway, despite the efforts from the medical team, her brother did not survive the trauma and died a few hours later. When my friend got home from the hospital, exhausted from her night and in shock from what happened, she was greeted by her very sleepy 6yr old daughter, who heard her keys in the front door. She was rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, and said "mommy where is uncle Timmy?", my friend, not expecting this from her daughter, only answered "what sweetie?", her daughter said " uncle Timmy was in my room and told me to always where my seat belt, and that he loves me, but mommy where did he go? is he having breakfast with us?" My friend was in such disbelief she didn't know how to respond and just told her daughter that uncle Timmy had to go. Its amazing what messages spirits can leave behind and how they can still get through to us after they have passed.

gericarrie Wrote:
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> I am a Director of Nursing in Virginia...I have
> worked in several ltc facilities and have noted
> some of the SAME occurrences in different
> buildings. I was wondering if any of you could
> relate to any of these as well?
>
> * the children - at least half of all of my
> residents have seen and talk about the children
> *call lights going on and off in certain rooms
> for no reason
> *Residents identifying an "upstairs and
> downstairs" even though all of my facilities have
> been 1 floor
> *residents' voices changing and telling you
> things such as "DO not be afraid"
> *residents who are actively dying and turn their
> heads slowly to look at you with this look I
> cannot describe but send chills up your spine
> *the woman in white
> *Vital signs machines, oxygen concentrators not
> working in an end of life or acute situation
> *residents seeing "the man" or "the dog".
>
> Any of these things could absolutely be chalked up
> to hallucinations or dementia, HOWEVER in so many
> residents in different places?? Or when you have a
> string of actively dying patients in the building
> - everything going wrong.....
>
> Has anyone experienced any of these before or can
> anyone perhaps shed some light on these things for
> me? Ive been doing this for 20 years and its
> always the same.


I think you hit the nail on the head when you remarked, "In so many different residents in different places". I beleive in bad spirits, but I also believe these residents could be getting ready to die and are seeing glimpses of heaven. I guess we all have our opinion!

So, we have parishioners in our church (Orthodox) who each have their own story to tell. One of them, a husband and a father, describes an event where he is walking in the countryside and has an encounter/meeting with a dog, a very large dog... as I understand it, he didn't go into any specifics when he was telling my mom this, but this encounter was enough to push his life in a different direction. Before this time, he used to openly make fun of his wife and daughter for going to church regularly, for praying, etc. Now he prays alongside everyone.
Thanks for reading!

I work in both hospitals and care homes and have come across many strange things.

One Boxing Day morning a resident died in a care home where I was later doing the late shift. This was a modern purpose-built home with long, bright corridors.

The lady died peacefully in her room at the far end of an upstairs corridor. She had liked all the various lights in her room and little bathroom left on at bedtime, and the bedroom and bathroom doors and windows left open, with the corridor lights outside her room on too. The staff would pop in after she fell asleep and turn out the lights and close the doors.

Because she'd died, the room was left undisturbed all day. I saw these lights and doors left like that on my shift, right up until I left at 8pm or so. When the night staff arrived, one eventually decided to close the room up and put out the lights.

She did all this and strolled back to the nurses' station. When she reached it, the corridor lights were all on again and the late resident's bedroom door was open.

She had hysterics and was only prevented from walking out forever by some strong persuasion by the staff nurse!
The staff nurse went down to the room to investigate and found that the windows and bathroom door were open, and all the lights were on as usual. She chose not to disclose that to the hysterical girl that night!

In the same care home, I personally saw something very creepy.

A lady was dying in her room, with her two middle-aged daughters either side of her. As I walked past the room, I glanced in through the oen door and noticed that one of the daughters seemed to be beckoning me.

I went in and asked what I could do for them. However, the daughter had not been beckoning. She said she had actually been waving away an enormous black fly which was buzzing around her mother's face.

She and her sister both flapped their hands around a bit as we spoke. I suggested that we open the window and half-close the curtains so that it would fly out.

'Oh no!' said one, 'Mother doesn't want us to! She says it's her pet!'

I looked at the mother's face and saw that she was smiling, not at us but straight ahead.

Another thing I noticed was that THERE WAS NO FLY. No matter how hard I looked, I couldn't see or hear it, even though the women insisted that it was circling their mother's face as we spoke and continued flapping at it.

I looked again at their faces - the smiling, dying mother, the two solicitous daughters - and decided to back out of the room, with an assurance that I'd be back if they needed me.

How could they all see a fly that wasn't there?

I've since read that in some cultures, it is believed that the devil sends a fly to collect the souls that he has won on earth.
I'm not a superstitious person, and those three women were regular English ladies, but something strange was going on.

marci Wrote:
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> Belmont country club haunting Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > I live in Belmont country club in Ashburn
> Virginia
> > and I have seen a young girl swinging on the
> > playground off
> > of medalist. At first I thought to ask her if
> she
> > needed help and then as I got closer she lifted
> > her head and it
> > was the most evil face I have ever seen. She
> said
> > to get off their land and then said we are
> coming
> > for you. Since
> > this happened on Nov. 7th 2008 9 of my
> neighbors
> > and about 6 others from the Belmont area have
> seen
> > and heard noises
> > and even one child was attacked by an
> unexplained
> > being.
> >
> > Ashburn may be safe but the country club is
> > cursed.
>
>
> When I was about 7 years old I lived in Sterling
> VA and I slept in a room across from the bathroom.
> I slept
> with the door open because I was afraid of the
> dark. Anyways one night I was in bed and I saw a
> blue girl in
> the bathroom.
>
> I thought it was my sister playing a prank on me
> so the next day I asked her if she was and she
> said no. Btw
> I live in Ashburn now and I know about the little
> demon girl.


I was about the age of 10 and stayed home from school for being sick. Me and my sister have always been best friends.
Well she decided to stay home as well think she was 20 and in college at the time. I wanted to play hide and seek in
our backyard it was around 2 pm sun up and clear day!!! After I was counting I began to look for her and found her
smiling at me on top of the garage on the roof!!! Me thinking it was odd she was up their said" come down" she just
smiled. I then hear someone behind me say who are u talking to ? it was my sister to this day I have no idea what it
was on the garage. House is about fifty years old we lives in it for about 30 years . someone apparently died in a
fire in that garage and you can still see burn marks on the old wood.

mrsecookie Wrote:
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> It isn't a local story, but non the less to me a
> terrifying experience.
>
> At the time I was still living at home, in
> college, and working. Life felt pretty fast paced.
> Anyhow, I was having an
> earlier night than normal and was actually in bed
> by 10 pm. I had just gotten into bed, lights out
> but wasn't asleep
> yet. In fact, my eyes were still open I was just
> laying in bed thinking about my day. All of the
> sudden I felt and
> absolutely without a doubt knew that I wasn't
> alone. The feeling of helplessness and utter
> terror came over me. Suddenly
> I couldnt move and felt pressure over my wrists,
> ankles, and chest. I couldn't move, since it was
> dark in my room (black
> out shades) I couldn't see any outline, just
> darkness. I wanted to scream and couldn't.
> Absolutely nothing would come out.
> I was praying in my heart for it to end all the
> while trying to scream. Suddenly I was able too,
> and the gripping pressure
> around my wrists and ankles release and I could
> finally scream. I ran out of bed flipped on the
> light an no one was there.
> It felt like someone, or more than just one
> someone was pinning me down.
>
> I've heard of sleep paralysis. Which is the
> closest thing I've found to my experience. The
> only issue I have with that
> explanation is that I was awake, fully thinking
> about the day I had just had.
>
> Any how that's my story!!

This happened to me once, at about age 12. It was terrifying. Check out this link: http://paranormal.about.com/od/human...g-Syndrome.htm

When I was doing agency work in an old hospital in the next city, I saw a ghost right in front of me.

I was going off-duty one afternoon and to leave the ward I had to walk down a corridor. There were stacking chairs piled up all along one wall. As I entered the corridor I noticed a woman walking ten feet or so in front of me, which was puzzling as I hadn't seen anyone else leaving at the same time.

She was wearing a long pale coat with the hood up, which I also thought odd: why put your hood up indoors?

In the second or two that I thought all this, a high stack of chairs started rattling or vibrating. As the woman passed them the top two FLEW off and fell onto her head!

I started to call 'Watch out!', but as I opened my mouth the chairs landed on her and she vanished. The chairs hit the floor with a clatter.

I stood for a moment, absolutely stunned, then picked up the chairs and re-stacked them. I did briefly consider going back to the ward to tell the staff but thought they'd think me a nutter, and besides, I wanted to be home after a busy shift!

My youngest son was just a baby and it was the middle of the night, I was going across the hall to his room to nurse him. I saw a little boy standing at the other end of the hallway. At first I thought it was my older son (3 years old at the time), but when I turned back he was gone.

I didn't mention it to anyone figuring it was my sleep deprived state making me see things. Shortly after my older son started complaining about the little boy in his room that kept waking him up and teasing him. I asked how big the boy was and he said the same size as him. So I told him next time the boy did it to just tell him he needed to leave him alone because it was time for bed. My son told me the next time the boy did it that he told him to go it was time for bed and the boy did.

Fast forward 3 years later my then baby now three year old was in the room my older son used to sleep in. He complained one day of the little boy that was in his room at night.... I gave him the same advise I gave to my older son. I asked my older son about this figuring he told his brother, but he had no memory of this happening.

Not too long ago my older son was complaining about people talking to him while he was going to sleep every night, they were saying his name and whatnot. We thought maybe it was noise from outside or something and he insisted that no it was right in his room. When he went to school that day and I said "I don't know who is bothering my son, you are welcome to be here but you need to leave my children and us alone. If you keep bothering him you will have to leave" I asked him a few days later if it was still going on and he said no it stopped. About 6 months later complained again about this happening and I went in his room and reminded the voices about what I said, again it stopped.

My husband and I have seen a black shadow in the shape of a large man in the house. My husband has told me he frequently hears me calling his name when it's not me... which creeps me out totally.

We are only the 2nd owners of our home and the previous owners are alive and well, but a former pt actually told me he used to graze cattle in the area where our neighborhood is, so I'm guessing there were maybe deaths on the land?

Have another from college but will save that for another day.

Okay, true story. I have always been "sensitive" to paranormal stuff - it's been happening all my life. My earliest memory is hearing the phone ringing and ringing while we were eating dinner - and I said "Is anyone going to get the phone!" It was then that it rang, I heard it before it actually started. Apparently this kind of thing happened often, with the phone, door bell, knowing who was coming to visit before my parents, etc... eventually it freaked my mother out and she said "just STOP IT! I can't take this anymore!" So I eventually just "stopped" - but nevertheless, almost every house I've ever lived in was haunted - my daughter who is 27 is a "sensitive" too, as she has a ghost that "follows" her around to which ever apartment she is in. It's a shadow ghost. Anyway...

One night I got up to go to the bathroom, (we have 2 night lights in the hallway), as I came out of the bedroom, I nearly collided with a 7 foot black/grey figure - who had the vague outline of a head and shoulders but the rest of him just sort of expanded in a blob sort of way. He had substance because he blocked the nightlight he was next to. I whirled sideways to avoid colliding with it, and when I turned around, it was gone. This really spooked me. I'm use to living with my friendly ghost, Mary, but never a black/grey blob that gave me the feeling of evil and dread.

I called TAPS (Ghost hunters), spoke with Grant - and they sent a team to investigate my house. I told them "no TV". We got some great voices on tape, footsteps, but no sign of my blob thing.

That was 4 years ago, and I never saw it again. Just our friendly ghost remains, and I don't mind sharing my house with her, so long as she doesn't rap on walls (she's done that before), or touch me (that too) then I'm good. I feel her sit on my bed at night, I've long since stopped looking to see whose there, as I never see her, but she gets up after a few minutes and goes on her way. Guess that's my story. I could give you lots of details, but not sure you would be interested.

Babs0512 Wrote:
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> Okay, true story. I have always been "sensitive"
> to paranormal stuff - it's been happening all my
> life. My earliest memory is hearing the phone
> ringing and ringing while we were eating dinner -
> and I said "Is anyone going to get the phone!" It
> was then that it rang, I heard it before it
> actually started. Apparently this kind of thing
> happened often, with the phone, door bell, knowing
> who was coming to visit before my parents, etc...
> eventually it freaked my mother out and she said
> "just STOP IT! I can't take this anymore!" So I
> eventually just "stopped" - but nevertheless,
> almost every house I've ever lived in was haunted
> - my daughter who is 27 is a "sensitive" too, as
> she has a ghost that "follows" her around to which
> ever apartment she is in. It's a shadow ghost.
> Anyway...
>
> One night I got up to go to the bathroom, (we have
> 2 night lights in the hallway), as I came out of
> the bedroom, I nearly collided with a 7 foot
> black/grey figure - who had the vague outline of a
> head and shoulders but the rest of him just sort
> of expanded in a blob sort of way. He had
> substance because he blocked the nightlight he was
> next to. I whirled sideways to avoid colliding
> with it, and when I turned around, it was gone.
> This really spooked me. I'm use to living with my
> friendly ghost, Mary, but never a black/grey blob
> that gave me the feeling of evil and dread.
>
> I called TAPS (Ghost hunters), spoke with Grant -
> and they sent a team to investigate my house. I
> told them "no TV". We got some great voices on
> tape, footsteps, but no sign of my blob thing.
>
> That was 4 years ago, and I never saw it again.
> Just our friendly ghost remains, and I don't mind
> sharing my house with her, so long as she doesn't
> rap on walls (she's done that before), or touch me
> (that too) then I'm good. I feel her sit on my bed
> at night, I've long since stopped looking to see
> whose there, as I never see her, but she gets up
> after a few minutes and goes on her way. Guess
> that's my story. I could give you lots of details,
> but not sure you would be interested.

I'm interested! I would love to hear the details. (and, BTW, I share my flat with a ghost, too. He's very quiet but has made his presence known

Okay, I'll do my story in segments. The day we moved in, I saw Mary for the first time. Basically, what I saw was 1/2 of a lace gown walking across my foyer from the front door to the stairs. (we live in a 110 y/o home, my foyer is so large it is a room unto itself) I didn't see her face, or legs, just the dress that I could see through. This was broad daylight - I wasn't scared, but I was curious. The kids started complaining to myself and my husband that "Josh took my truck" or "Sara took my door stop" - the kids would search and search and eventually find the object in a place where they first looked. One night all the kids were in one bedroom watching TV - when the framed picture above the bed somehow fell by the food of the bed onto the floor - this really spooked the kids, because they knew that could never happen without some kind of "help". I lightly said, "perhaps we have a friendly ghost who wants us to know they are here" then told them not to worry about it, that it would probably stop once the ghost got use to us in their house. The kids were really excited after that, "I live in a haunted house" - surprisingly, they weren't afraid.

I saw her several times after that, always walking from the front door to the stairs. One day my hubby and his partner, Kathy, came by for lunch. I mentioned to Kathy that I "think" the house is haunted. She said "I knew it was haunted from the first time you showed it to me" I said, "How did you know?" She said, I saw her dress moving across that room (pointing to the foyer) once directly on, another time in the reflection of the TV. Kathy was "sensitive" too. I then told her, that all I see is the dress too. That was when I named her "Mary" - because she "felt" like a Mary.

When 9/11 happened, Mary noisily made her presence known (we bought the house in June 2000). We were all so sad and crying - we began hearing raps on the walls, three at a time. Even the dogs heard it. We were all in the same room watching the TV coverage. Some of us heard the raps from above the TV, others heard the raps across the room above the couch. This went on for some time - and the kids were getting upset - so I said out loud "Mary, that is enough! We are all very upset, and your rapping is making it worse - no more raps!" There were no more after that until my mother died. (another post)

I've come to believe that Mary "raps" to let us know she feels our pain. She always stops when asked to.

One day I was sitting on the couch watching TV, and I noticed my dogs were "staring" at me for the longest time. I began looking at them, it was then I realized they weren't looking at me, but above and behind me (the foyer area) I then noticed the cat was sitting on the other end of the couch looking at the same area the two dogs were. The hair rose on the back of my neck - and I talked myself into being brave enough to turn around and see what was there, my heart in my throat, I whipped my head around and saw....nothing. When I turned back, the cat was gone and the dogs were laying down. But, the three of them had been looking at something for quite a while! Wish they could talk. LOL Time for bed, I'll write another installment tomorrow. Blessings

My MIL had been good friends with this woman, Georgia, all of her life. Her own mother was Georgia's best friend in childhood, which made Georgia something of a second mother-figure to my MIL. Georgia had no children of her own because of a tumor in her youth, so she had basically adopted my MIL and my MIL's brothers and sisters as her own and spoiled them rotten. She had even gone as far as leaving her house to our family in her will and making my MIL her primary in the last 10 years of her life (she lived to be 96).

Georgia was sharp as a tack up until her death and never lost any of her mental abilities. One of her hardest struggles though, because of this, was dealing with the loss of her body functions and the loss of dignity she felt, having us assume more and more responsibility for her ADLs. She decided to die at home and we all took shifts being with her and doing her care in the final 6 months.

In her last month, she began seeing a very tall man dressed in white in her bedroom. If we were staying with her at night, she'd suddenly give a shout and we'd wake up and come in. She'd be shouting "You get out of here! Stop bothering me! I can't do it!" and there would never be anyone there. She'd be upset and would always want to know why we let this tall stranger into her room in the middle of the night, completely irritated with us. We always slept in her living room, which one would have to walk through to get to her room, and never saw this man. He would come to her and tell her to get up and walk to him, but she had lost function of her legs and would yell at him that she couldn't do it, that she wasn't strong enough.

He came to visit her 4-5 times before her death.

The day she died, one of my friends was there for the few hours I was out running errands for my family. My friend was snoozing on the couch because Georgia had been in a coma for three days and was in the quiet, last stage. My friend said that suddenly, she had been jerked awake like someone was warning her, shaking her by the shoulder. She ran into the room to find Georgia taking her last, very quiet breaths. She sang a soft song and Georgia passed on. She was upset later by the experience, not because the death was scary, but because she could not explain who had woken her up to witness Georgia's death.

Georgia had left her house to my family in her will and we moved in for a while after we repainted and renovated it to put it on the market. The most work we did was in the bathroom, putting in all new fixtures. Well, Georgia didn't seem to like to changes because even though we are confident that we put in good work in there, every single new screw has been undone over time and each fixture has fallen apart. Just the other day, the new cupboard door came off in my hand. I had to laugh because it was just so obviously unnatural. At first I thought it was my kids doing it one fixture at a time, but the cupboard had to be unscrewed from the inside and we have childlocks on those so my kids can't get to the chemicals and medicines. I keep apologizing out loud to Georgia for changing her bathroom, but her old fixtures were just not going to be appealing to new homeowners.

gericarrie Wrote:
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> I am a Director of Nursing in Virginia...I have
> worked in several ltc facilities and have noted
> some of the SAME occurrences in different
> buildings. I was wondering if any of you could
> relate to any of these as well?
>
> * the children - at least half of all of my
> residents have seen and talk about the children
> *call lights going on and off in certain rooms
> for no reason
> *Residents identifying an "upstairs and
> downstairs" even though all of my facilities have
> been 1 floor
> *residents' voices changing and telling you
> things such as "DO not be afraid"
> *residents who are actively dying and turn their
> heads slowly to look at you with this look I
> cannot describe but send chills up your spine
> *the woman in white
> *Vital signs machines, oxygen concentrators not
> working in an end of life or acute situation
> *residents seeing "the man" or "the dog".
>
> Any of these things could absolutely be chalked up
> to hallucinations or dementia, HOWEVER in so many
> residents in different places?? Or when you have a
> string of actively dying patients in the building
> - everything going wrong.....
>
> Has anyone experienced any of these before or can
> anyone perhaps shed some light on these things for
> me? Ive been doing this for 20 years and its
> always the same.


As a travel nurse I can safely say I have worked at many hosiptals. I always love hearing all the stories that each hospital has, because you know that every hospital is haunted (according to the night shift!). At the hospital I currently am at they have stories of their own, which is somewhat surprising because this hospital was built on farmland in 2009, so it's basically brand-new. Apparently the farmer who owned the land didn't want a hospital to be built on it, but the hospital won, the farmer gave up his land, and during construction of the hospital the farmer died (of natural causes, nothing suspicious). On a walk-thru of the hospital some big-wigs were giving a tour, and apparently when they walked past an empty room (no patients had been allowed in the hosiptal yet) they saw a man standing there in overalls and a flannel shirt. When they backed up to check it out nobody was there. Maybe it was the farmer??

There is a room designated as the 'hospice room' which also gets used as an overflow ortho-surgical room, and I HATE it when I have patients in there because of this: one night a nurse had an ortho patient in the room. The nurse kept seeing shadows in the room, and also saw a white mist. She never told the patient about what she saw. The next day the patient asked to have a room switch because of the shadows. Neither the nurse nor the patient told each other what they had seen, so they each saw it on their own, scary! I always close the door to that room when nobody is in it.

Here's a creepy thing that happened, and I saw it with my own eyes. Security has cameras all over the hospital. One of the cameras is outside angled towards a big heavy metal door that you need a badge to get it to open. All of a sudden on one of the tapes the door whips open, and stays open for approx a minute and a half. The door is dang hard to push open, and slams shut immediately when you let go of it. Right before you see the door slam open for a split second is a dark shadow on the window of the door, and then it looks like an orb shooting out of the doorway when the door is open. I know it sounds totally crazy, and so I had to have security show me the tape so I could see it with my own eyes! They checked to see who had opened the door w/their badge and nobody had opened it for at least 20 minutes. So it basically opened on it's own. That one made me have nightmares, and I have goosebumps writing it!

And of course, the thing that all these hospitals have in common is there's always a ghost in the OR, call lights go off in rooms where there aren't any patients, bed alarms go off, etc. I guess some people never want to leave....

My mom and myself always considered ourselves 'sensitive'. My mother's father recently passed away and I live across the country from where he lived. On the night he died, my bedroom light went on by itself in the middle of the night. It has never done this. I looked around to see my husband fast asleep (no one else lives in the house) so I quickly turned the light off and got up to go to the bathroom. One of my arms was freezing cold but my face wasn't cold so I thought it was odd. While I was in the bathroom, I felt an intensely cold chill and thought maybe my husband had left a window open. I checked and it wasn't cold outside the bathroom and the windows were closed.

The night before we flew out for the funeral, I woke up to go to the bathroom, my husband was asleep but the downstairs light was on. It had been turned off when my husband went to sleep. Neither of these has ever happened and even turning on the downstairs lamp is quite difficult as it takes some force to turn the knob.

I'm not sure if my grandfather was checking in on me or if my mourning had caught the attention of 'something'.

Don't get me wrong, I love reading all those ghost stories, but why are 90% of them "nurse ghost stories"? Probably because someone found a "nurse ghost story" website and is copying and pasting the stories here.

This thread is called "Ghost/hauntings in around Fairfax County". These nurse ghost stories don't even mention a state, much less a city. And now we're getting stories from Austrlaia. Last time I checked that isn't "in around Fairfax County". I'd like more local ghost stories and less copying and pasting from nurse websites.

I am absolutely addicted to this thread!

Ok so this was told to me by a close friend. We're all uni students and this particular friend does not lie. Plus it's about a house just around the corner from our place -

So my friend's fiance and 3 other friends moved into a brand new 4 bedroom flat. From the very first night they moved in they would hear someone running in the hallway banging on everyone's doors (typical of guys), this would happen when the guys would be in bed. Everyone would be in bed but they would all think that one of the other guys was doing it.

Finally after a week they all had enough and confronted each other about the racket every night. All 4 of them denied it. By now they were all spooked. So that night after they all went to bed, they hear the same thing again - somebody running past their bedrooms and banging on the doors. This time they were really ******* themselves. They heard really loud bangs like heavy stuff being thrown around. They all jumped out of bed and ran out into the living room -

They found all their furniture upside down.... AND, the walls in the living room had been CLAWED. Like really deep huge claws.

THEN as they were standing there thinking what in Gods name happened they saw black footprints appearing on the ceiling coming towards them!!

They took off from the house and rang the landlord trying to tell him that they cant stay there anymore. The landlord comes over and says - well, you guys lasted the longest. The other tenants dont even last one night.

Fairfax Bob Wrote:
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> Don't get me wrong, I love reading all those ghost
> stories, but why are 90% of them "nurse ghost
> stories"? Probably because someone found a "nurse
> ghost story" website and is copying and pasting
> the stories here.
>
> This thread is called "Ghost/hauntings in around
> Fairfax County". These nurse ghost stories don't
> even mention a state, much less a city. And now
> we're getting stories from Austrlaia. Last time I
> checked that isn't "in around Fairfax County". I'd
> like more local ghost stories and less copying and
> pasting from nurse websites.

That's right, its okay to post ghost stories in the "Off-Topic" section, however this particular thread is limited to ghost stories in Fairfax. Please post all the other ghost stories in the "Off-Topic" section.

Two Cents Wrote:
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> Fairfax Bob Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Don't get me wrong, I love reading all those
> ghost
> > stories, but why are 90% of them "nurse ghost
> > stories"? Probably because someone found a
> "nurse
> > ghost story" website and is copying and pasting
> > the stories here.
> >
> > This thread is called "Ghost/hauntings in
> around
> > Fairfax County". These nurse ghost stories
> don't
> > even mention a state, much less a city. And now
> > we're getting stories from Austrlaia. Last time
> I
> > checked that isn't "in around Fairfax County".
> I'd
> > like more local ghost stories and less copying
> and
> > pasting from nurse websites.
>
> That's right, its okay to post ghost stories in
> the "Off-Topic" section, however this particular
> thread is limited to ghost stories in Fairfax.
> Please post all the other ghost stories in the
> "Off-Topic" section.

Who cares? I like reading the ghost stories. No one likes to go over to "Off Topic", its totally out of control there.

This took place over in Reston. I was at a party by a pond at 10 pm when I decided to take a break with
my sister on a gazibo on a pond. We hung out for a while when my sister needed to go back to the party to
get something so I was by myself in the dark. I looked back to the path going towards the party to see if
my sister was coming back and I saw a white figure walking on the path going towards the party. My sister
came back and she asked if I saw it. She claimed she saw a woman dressed in all white. My sister tried to
say hello but the woman wouldn't respond.

I'm still kind of creeped out by it.

I agree with Fairfax Bob. Stop copying the nursing ghost stories from allnurses.com. I've already read them all and it isn't cool to steal other people's posts.

peanuts Wrote:
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> I agree with Fairfax Bob. Stop copying the nursing
> ghost stories from allnurses.com. I've already
> read them all and it isn't cool to steal other
> people's posts.

Fuck you peanuts!

I have an unusual story to tell, not so much as about a ghost as about something strange that has been happening to me with water. My first experience with unexplained water was when my husband (however, he was only my boyfriend at the time) and I lived in a two bedroom apartment. We lived there about 3 years on the second floor which was the top floor of that section, so no one lived above us.

The apartment came with its own washer and dryer tucked away in a small closet. They were side by side type, not stackable. The house chores were split up between us, so the laundry became mine usually doing it once a week. About a year into living in the apartment, I began my usual duty of separating laundry to get ready to wash. I collected the first pile and opened the closet door to the washer, dumped the clothes and soap in, closed the lid and laid my hand on the dryer top, as usual, while I looked at the washer dial to start it. As I did that I realized my hand was in a puddle of water. It was on top of the dryer covering the whole top, about an inch away from the edges, and was not spilling down the sides. I was very confused about how it got there. It had not been raining. I looked at the ceiling and saw no water damage. I looked around on the floor, no water. I looked along the walls, no water. I asked my boyfriend and he had no clue after he looked everywhere I had just looked. I scratched my head, shrugged and cleaned it up.

A few months later I was dusting the furniture in the spare bedroom. I went over to the night stand to dust it and stopped in my tracks. The clock radio was flashing wildly with weird shapes instead of numbers (digital clock) and there was water all over the radio and the top of the night stand about an inch away from the edges. The radio was fried. I unplugged it quickly before I touched anything else. There was no evidence of a leak in the ceiling and no water on the carpet or down the side of the table. I called my boyfriend to come look. He was baffled. We threw the clock out and I cleaned up the water, still scratching my head.

After we moved from the apartment we rented a townhouse for three years, but nothing happened there. We got married and bought our own home that we have now lived in for 13 years. The water incidences that happened in the apartment were a distant memory and never really thought of or discussed at all... At least until about the 8th year we were in our house. We have a fairly large eat-in kitchen and off of the kitchen is a large bump out where we had wicker furniture and made it into a sitting area.

We came home after going out for dinner one night (only gone for about an hour and a half) and flipped on the kitchen lights, walked to the point where we could see a full view of the bumped out sitting area and the floor was full of water. It had not been raining at all. The water covered the entire floor but stayed several inches away from the walls all the way around the room. We just stood there stunned. We looked at the ceiling and my husband even touched the ceiling and ceiling fan. They were dry and no evidence of water coming through. We checked all the way around the windows in the room. All closed, locked and all dry. We check the walls, light sockets, anything that could explain the huge amount of water. We couldn't find anything. We even smelled the water to see if there was an odor, but there wasn't. It was just plain 'ole water. So he got the mop and I got a bunch of towels and we cleaned it up, but also began to recall what happened in the apartment and scratching our heads.

A few months later we came home from work at the same time one evening. We walked in together, put stuff down and I had some trash in my hand. Our trash can was the type with the foot peddle you step on the flip the lid open and was over at the end of one counter in the kitchen. I went to open the trash lid and to balance myself I put my hand on the counter, right into a puddle of water. It covered the entire counter, but was about an inch away from the edge on all sides. Nothing was dripping down. We looked at the ceiling, the sink, and any possible way the water could have gotten there. We found nothing. My husband doesn't believe in ghosts but that time he said "oh, come on!" Then we cleaned it up scratching our heads. I have since dubbed the incident the "Water Ghost".

I did do a little searching on the internet about ghosts and water and possible meanings, but I really didn't come up with anything. I told my Dad the whole story and he was fascinated and tried to do some research but barely came up with anything himself.

Nothing has happened with water since, but I am still baffled and scratching my head over it to this day.

Rixeyville is a very haunted place. I have a friend who owns a cabin in the woods off of Jamesonmill Rd. I have seen on more then one occasion the ghost of an old man who people of the area believe to be of a man named Mr. Jenkins who was burned up in a house fire on the property. I see him walk out of the woods, stop in front of the house and look up at the stars then walk off into the woods on the other side of the driveway. My friend has talked to the people who use to live in this house have said the same thing along with another friend who camps on the property. I have also seen blue orbs floating around by the gas line and you can see them floating around the kitchen windows.

Bordering our property is a very old cemetery. Some of the headstones go back to the early 1800s. Many are the nights that I can hear the sound of bagpipes playing from the cemetery.

On occasion I have seen shadowy figures in uniforms around the cemetery.

Our house was built in 2006. We are the only people ever to live here. Over the past few years we have all heard running
throughout the 3rd floor. My daughter sleeps up there and I have gone up to fuss at her for being up so late only to find
her totally asleep. (no way she was up)

Also when she has been gone I have heard it as well. So I know it isn't her. My son says he heard a little boy laughing up
there just this morning. Whatever it is seems harmless (maybe lonely). But I would love to know who/what is up there. There
were no houses prior to us (at least for as long as I have been alive). But it has been interesting.