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"One of my friends had a job in the hospital. He said that he was working one night when he heard a nurse shouting for help because someone was going into cardiac arrest. So he runs down a hallway and some man runs towards him, they almost bump into each other and the man shouts "where's the exit?", my friend points to the exit then runs into the room with the man going into cardiac arrest only to see it's the exact same person who ran past him in the hallway. He died in front of his eyes."
"A phone used to call me on 9-1-1 every night, make horrible screaming sounds or sometimes white noise, and then disconnect. It scared the living sh*t out of me. The number was as a landline for a vacant residence. The officers we sent out every time never found a thing, and I was repeatedly assured that the sounds on the line were due to a faulty phone line or the rain, but it never stopped bothering me."
Real Life Scary Movie.
"I was a shutting down projectors and closing down the movie theater around two in the morning. I shut off the one projector and turn around to see one theater starting to play Insidious from the beginning without previews. It was extremely out of place considering the projectors are programmed for the movies to start automatically with the 20-minute previews built in. No show was scheduled in the computer and I still don't know how it started. But I locked myself in the office for the rest of the night."
"Two different times I saw someone get on an elevator as I came around a corner. I said ‘Hold the Door’, as the door started to close, it opened back like someone had hit the button. When I got to the elevator there was no one in it. After that, many times just as I came around that corner, the elevator door would open, and no one was in the elevator. I had not pushed a call button or anything. I would always say ‘Thanks’ when I got on the empty elevator."
Too Close For Comfort.
"Patrolling a dealership, I notice a guy peeking into windows of cars on the lot. I strike up a conversation to find out what he's doing. Before I even finish asking him how he is, I find myself staring down the barrel of a handgun. I clearly remember hearing the firing mechanism "click,” but it did not fire. Without thinking, I pressed the emergency alert button on my radio, run and duck behind a car, and immediately describe the suspect in as much detail as I could. Police, K9, and helicopter dispatched and find the guy hiding under a CAT tractor in a nearby heavy equipment dealership."
"I work at a hospital overnight. I was cleaning two rooms after patients left. They were connected. I saw a little old lady in a chair, hunched over. I stared at her for a few seconds, thought it was odd they put a patient in already. Two female nurses ask if I was sitting in the chair. Nope, it was an old lady. Well, I check. Room is empty. I would have seen if she walked past me. Creepy. No one on the floor fit the description I gave of her - except the lady who died in the room 4 hours before my shift."
I also encourage any members to share any creepy experiences they may have had,
originally posted by: mysterioustranger
a reply to: RainbowPhoenix
Im going to share just one midnight shift “events” from my 20 years at the University of Michigan Medical Center in Ann Arbor, as I promised earlier.
The tunnels underneath and built into the hill, overlooked the Huron River and once was occupied by the Huron Indians several hundred years ago. The tunnels connected the Main Hospital, Mott’s Childrens Hospital, Trauma-Burn Unit, Medical Procedures Units, Med Center, Taubman Clinic, Cancer Center, Med Sci building, and the morgue and surgical units, E.R. and Survival Flight (helicopter)…were all located in the Main Hospital complex itself.
I spent hundreds of night shifts alone traveling from place to place thru the tunnels…concrete grey unpainted floors, walls and ceilings with those really weird florescent lights. There were elevators at each end of one section leading out of the Main Hospital. It was about 1/10 of a mile long with some crazy looooonnngg echos. One could see the other end as you walked it…
One night about 4 a.m., the elevator door opened. Standing there was a male patient in hospital gown and barefoot (which was strange because inpatients at least had those non-slip footies on). He looked slightly pale and confused. I said hello, and he asked me “Where is the waiting room?” Not an unusual question to be asked at 4 in the morning. “Which one, sir?” I asked him. “Im not sure, but my family is probably worried by now about me.” “Sir, if you’ll follow me, we’ll go up to Security off the main lobby and we can have them locate them for you. They will take you there.” He didn’t answer as I pushed the button for the 1st Floor.
We rode in silence and he stared ahead quietly. The door opened and stepping forward I motioned for Security who came out of their command post and met me. “This man seems lost. Can you please help direct him to one of the waiting rooms? I guess maybe the E.R. or Trauma units…or perhaps one of the other inpatient units.” The Officer looked at me strangely and asked “What man? Is he a patient? Where is he now?” I turned back towards the elevator and the man was gone. The halls were empty and silent that time of night and no one was in or near the elevator.
“He was right here! He was with me from down on B2 level”. The Officer got his partner and assured me they’d go down and back up so he could be located. Later, they told me they hadn’t been able to locate the man nor anyone reported missing from any unit. It happens all the time, them wandering around at night from their rooms. A bit later in the trauma center, I encountered a family of 5-an elderly lady, a young girl and younger brother I guess, and both who I assumed to be their parents sitting in an E.R. waiting room. Some of them were bandaged a bit. All but the 2 small children were crying. They were standing with a Doctor, Nurse and a Chaplin. I stopped, backed up and spoke into the room.
“Please excuse me for interrupting…but are you waiting for a male family member? I escorted a gentleman to this floor and security is now trying to locate him and his unit.” They all looked at me strangely. The chaplin approached me quietly and spoke softly answering “This family was traveling with their grandfather and grandmother on M-14 and rolled over in an accident. They are lucky to be alive. The grandfather was driving. He was thrown from the car. He did not make it.”
I described the man in the elevator. The E.R doctor confirmed that the grandfather matched the description of the man I spoke with in the elevator….Coincidently, a dying or near death e.r. patient wasnt usually given booties either for his/her feet. No need to.
Did I see the grandfather still worried about the rest of the family from the accident? I think he was giving the family one last bit of assurance that wherever he was…he was still with them. Only, he didn’t understand he was dead.
Another instance 3 years prior to getting hired, my father passed away there in Cardiac ICU. The last night before he passed he had said to me looking out the window at the huge complex of buildings…*You know son? This is a huge place. You should try and work here!” Middle of that night he was gone. Within 2 more years, my fiancé and I relocated to Ypsilanti from Dearborn where we both enrolled in Eastern Michigan University. Shortly thereafter, I was hired as a Medical Tech/Assistant supervising ergonomic studies in new units at U of M Ann Arbor.
Many nights at work in that very Cardiac I.C.U., I would face the very bed my father passed in 3 years earlier. Often I would feel eyes on me from behind those glass doors all utility-inventory-medication rooms have in I.C.U. I turned around more than once to see my father standing there looking at me and he was smiling.
People have asked me how I could work in the very room my dad passed away in. Especially, very late in the wee morning hours. My answer was always the same: it was BECAUSE I was in the spot dad’s spirit left his body that I felt both closest to him and comforted to know he was always there with me. And over the years I continued seeing/feeling him…even softly hearing him, sometimes from the backseat of my car on the way to-from work in the midnight hours. God works in mysterious ways.
These are just 2 of the many “graveyard” (sorry )shift incidents I can relate. But, they will have to wait for another time…
*Next Time: Grieving in the Chapel