—u/SpartanM00 —u/pm-me-egg-noods “This is true as someone who also worked in that industry. They either always see a man in the corner, or their spouses/families who have passed. It’s sad, really. They call out for them in their deathbed. … I like to think that seeing the man in the corner helps them be ready for what’s coming next (death), and sometimes, patients react negatively (freaking out, crying, asking for help), and other times, they just tell me he’s there without any reaction at all. … I had a patient way back in 2018 who saw his wife before he passed. He cried for help, and I still can’t forget his voice. His wife passed years before he did. He died that weekend.” —u/lechonkawali00 “Corpses move when you cremate ’em. People who don’t know this get spooked a lot.” —u/rocharox —u/shhhhhiiim562 —u/PensiveCephalopod Once upon a time, I was doing home hospice, and a younger guy in his 50s was dying of occupation-related lung cancer. … Patient’s 90-year-old father, brother, extended family, and friends came over at about 1 a.m., and I left them and sat in the kitchen to give them privacy. As I’m in there, I hear this MASSIVE burst of wind chimes which was kind of supernatural (as in [they] did not stop, just a massive burst that went on and on instead of trickling here and there with the wind). A moment later, his daughter came in to tell me he had passed away. I don’t usually share my supernatural beliefs about death/dying with families, but I couldn’t help but comment on the wind chimes later on, and his wife said, ‘Yeah, he collected wind chimes; that doesn’t surprise me at all,’ and turns on the light on the back patio, showing me literally hundreds of chimes which had been silent all night until he passed." —u/master0jack Unfortunately, he took a turn for the worse. His condition deteriorated rapidly, and ultimately, he died. We were devastated as a unit. His family let us keep his mood lights, and to this day, we keep them plugged in at the nurses station. However, one day the mood lights turned off. We were saddened. Nobody could get them working. But then, they turned on. We were happy. And then, they started flashing super irrationally. Then, we heard the patient that was in Greg’s old room start screaming. We went in to check on her. She was a confused old lady who would say some pretty wild things, but this one was weird. She said that she was watching the flashing lights in the hall (she could see them from her room, to be fair), then she said that she saw a silhouette of a man casted into the wall from the lights. Then, she started … yelling, ‘Tell Greg to leave! It’s not his room anymore! Tell Greg to go!’ There is no way she knew it was Greg’s room. And with her memory being the way it was, there is also no way she would remember even if she did get told. Kinda spooky." —u/a_burdie_from_hell The crying stopped immediately. Shaking, I opened the bag and saw exactly what I expected to see: a deceased 29-week-only baby. I am a big, bearded, 40-year-old ICU nurse, and that was the scariest shit I’ve ever experienced. No one believes me to this day. I don’t even want to speculate what the crying or the voice was. God. Even typing that out, I felt my chest tightening." —u/Nighthawke78 This was during COVID, and her quality of life was diminishing so quickly that we didn’t transfer her out. She had an apartment at the facility with all her belongings where she was comfortable. By the end, her dementia had progressed to the point that she couldn’t remember how to swallow. Marilyn passed away with me, the head nurse, and her family at her bedside in her apartment (unit 202). I did her post-mortem care afterwards, styled her hair how she liked to wear it, [and] even clipped her little iPod onto her shirt. A few days after she died, a woman in 203 (her neighbor) kept wandering into the lobby during night shift, always at 3 a.m. She complained of loud music coming from unit 202. That apartment was vacant, just full of Marilyn’s belongings. She said the music was so loud it was deafening. Whenever the night shift worker went to check, he didn’t hear anything. Not really creepy, more sad. I miss Marilyn." —u/MoroccanSuede —u/Glorifiedpillpusher —u/NnyIsSpooky —u/witchgytha She went up to the funeral guy in charge (you get to know everyone after a while) and asked why the rush to bury the old chap. Mortuary worker: What do you mean, ‘Why the rush?’ Aunt: Well, he was here yesterday putting roses on his wife’s grave. What happened to him? Mortuary worker: Err…he died on Thursday last week. Aunt: No, he was here yesterday (points at the fresh roses on his wife’s grave). Mortuary worker: (looking at the flowers) …You sure it was him? Aunt: (starting to get the shivers) Yeah. We had a chat like we always do. He was talking about his daughter’s new kid… Mortuary worker: …Wow. Yep. Bonafide ghost." —u/Goin_crazy “This happened to a friend’s father when he was younger. When he and his supervisor were leaving for the night, they had left the keys to the building in the morgue. He goes down to get the keys, and a body under a sheet sits up and starts moaning. He ran out screaming, and his supervisor explained that this sometimes happens. Gases escaping the body after death do some pretty weird things.” —u/fappyday —u/Ash9260 —u/missymaypen
