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Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 07:02:00 No.9126823 View View Reply Original Report

Quoted By: >>9128701 >>9136870 >>9141665

Good evening, /x/.

While browsing the archives, I came across a thread about unusual experiences while working in a hospice. I was reminded of several "incidents" that occurred while I was working as a nursing assistant at an old folk's home in Pittsburgh, PA.

I'm skeptical by nature, and only gravitate to this board in the spirit of being creeped out/spooked. I don't intend to generate "creepypasta", or construct some elaborate scheme to horrify you all. But the anonymous nature of this board means that I can be honest and open about these experiences, because I've always wanted to discuss them. At the very least, I hope that you might be entertained.

I have no "original" pictures, but I've culled these from Google Street View and other sources.

Anonymous

Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 07:04:00 No.9126839 Report

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Canterbury Place was originally an Episcopalian orphanage. There was a fire that burned down part of the building (I know the story would be more interesting if children died, but there were no casualties). The building was renovated, and became a convalescent home for nuns. Eventually a large company purchased the property, and expanded the building both outward and upward. The original building, however, is intact. This picture shows the old entrance. Somebody more adept at image manipulation could zoom in and read the sign.

Here is a link mentioning the orphans: http://emgprddmzvip24457.isd.upmc.edu/MediaRelations/NewsReleases/2009/Pages/canterbury-place-events
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Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 07:05:00 No.9126847 Report

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I'm sorry, the picture didn't post. I hope mootles fixes these posting problems soon.

Anonymous

Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 07:06:00 No.9126852 Report

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I worked the evening shift, and often pulled doubles and stayed overnight.

There was a lot of speculation about the place being haunted, but I was dismissive. The residents would frequently call and complain that there were children running up and down the halls, and could we hush them? A lady called in the middle of the night and said that a little girl entered her room and sat in her chair. She tried to offer her cookies, but she didn't respond. The little girl left before I made it to the room. A usually-lucid and polite older gentleman would set out snacks and a drink for "Aggie", a woman who sat in his recliner and sometimes refused to leave when he was ready for bed. I occasionally had to kick this imaginary "Aggie" out of the room so he could sleep.

That being said, I dismissed this as old people being old and demented.

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Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 07:08:00 No.9126874 Report

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One night, I was doing rounds (it was either 1 or 3 am, can't remember which, but we go every two hours). We peek in the resident's rooms, and make sure they're not dead or on the floor.

I arrived at the room of a sweet 90-year old woman I particularly liked. The room was laid out like this (sorry, not a drawfriend). When I opened the door, there was a young women sitting on her sofa. She had dark hair, and a pale face, but otherwise there was nothing unusual about her. When I walked in, she looked up, and we just stared at each other.

Anonymous

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Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 07:15:00 No.9126932 Report

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I know I should say that the room turned cold, or fear struck my heart, or nope.jpg, but it wasn't like that. I said oh, I'm sorry, and shut the door. I stood in the hall, wondering. I knew this woman's family, and didn't recognize the lady in the chair. Besides, why would anyone be here in the middle of the night? I opened the door again, and the woman was gone. My resident was sleeping peacefully in bed. I checked the bathroom, it was empty. The woman was gone. I very calmly shut the door, turned around, and went back to the nurse's station without finishing my rounds.

I have more information typed up, but I don't want to clog the board with uninteresting material. If anon would like me to continue, I'd be happy to post more.

Anonymous

Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 07:20:00 No.9126961 Report

Quoted By: >>9127003 >>9127006

Interested, Please continue anon

Anonymous

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Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 07:25:00 No.9127003 Report

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>>9126961
Thank you. As previously stated, I've often wanted to discuss these incidents, but don't want to sound crazy/superstitious/stupid. I didn't even tell my coworkers about the previous incident.

My second story involves a resident whose name, for the sake of the story, shall be Frank. He was a very kind-natured older gentleman, a WWII vet with a streak of dementia but usually quite lucid, and always telling stories. He was popular with the staff, and other residents. We were all dismayed to watch him grow ill, and slowly become bedridden.

One evening I arrived at work and was surprised to find Frank in the nursing office, in his wheelchair, wrapped in a blanket. Day shift pulled us aside and told a fairly remarkable story.

Anonymous

Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 07:25:00 No.9127006 Report

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>>9126932
>>9126961
Yes, please continue. My mother has worked in hospice for many years, but she doesn't have any stories like this. That said, the elderly who are close to death often begin to see things that "aren't there" and have conversations that seem to make no sense. From the death of my grandfather, I personally attribute this to, as lame as it sounds, "becoming closer to the spirit world" or something like that.

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Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 07:27:00 No.9127017 Report

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A woman down the hall was dying. Hospice nurses had taken over, the family was there, everyone was just sort of waiting for the moment. She finally passed in the morning, and as the body was being cleaned and prepared for transport, there was a call from Frank.

They entered the room and he was screaming, THEY'RE COMING FOR ME, THEY'RE COMING FOR ME! Everybody said who, who's coming for you? And he said THE MAN IN THE BLACK SUIT, he came down the hall and stood at my door, then he looked at a room down the hall, he was going to take some Italian guy, his name started with an O, but then he took a lady instead! And he's coming back for me! Frank was so distraught that he actually vaulted into his wheelchair and refused to go back to the room. He stayed in the nursing station all night, and was inconsolable. When he finally fell asleep, we put him to bed.

There was an Italian resident whose name started with O, by the way. He lived next to the room where the woman died.

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Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 07:29:00 No.9127033 Report

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This wasn't the first time Frank had said strange things about death. At one point he was very out of it, mumbling incoherently, sweating and hot. We thought he might pass at any moment. Until one day, when I came in to check on him, and found that he was sitting up in bed, completely healthy. I said "Frank! How are you doing?" He said "Oh, didn't you hear the good news? I was supposed to die last night, but then some other guy died instead. So now I feel better. I sure feel bad for that other guy".

I often thought Frank had some sort of clairvoyance.

Anonymous

Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 07:33:00 No.9127075 Report

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>>9127033
>"Oh, didn't you hear the good news? I was supposed to die last night, but then some other guy died instead. So now I feel better. I sure feel bad for that other guy".

Welp, that's creepy as fuck.

Danish Anus

Danish Anus Mon 12 Dec 2011 07:36:00 No.9127103 Report

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>>9127075
Agreed

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Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 07:37:00 No.9127106 Report

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>>9127075

It sure was.

The worst story, and perhaps the most alarming, has nothing to do with me. It's secondhand, but it's been retold several times over. I'll do my best, /x/.

We have a parking garage attached to the building by elevator, and as Pittsburgh is brutally cold, it's a popular place to sneak out for smoke breaks (but only at night, when admin has already left). When I first started, one of the porters was a very large and intimidating (but actually rather polite) black gentleman whose name, for the sake of the story, shall be John. The facility is connected by locked hallway to a government-funded apartment complex called Lambeth, and occasionally creepy people would slip over into Canterbury. When that happened, John was usually the tough guy who threw them out.

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Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 07:37:00 No.9127109 Report

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Please continue OP

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Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 07:40:00 No.9127137 Report

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At the time, we had a 24-hour receptionist to work the phones. Our front door was locked. One night the receptionist was doing lazy receptionist things when she heard a pounding at the door. It was John, and he was screaming. She let him in and he ran past her, slammed the door, and sat on a bench, panting heavily. He said that he was in the garage smoking, and saw something that scared him so terribly that he ran out of the parking garage, up the street, and to the front door.

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Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 07:45:00 No.9127178 Report

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Eventually, after some time had passed, John told several coworkers that, while smoking in the garage, he noticed a figure in the distance, on the ramp. He took a few steps closer, thinking it was an escaped resident, but then froze in his tracks. It was a woman, wearing a very long formal gown, and facing away from him. She started to turn, very slowly, to face him, and as she was turning he was struck with this deep and overwhelming sense of fear that literally sent him running off into the night. He never saw her face.

I should have brought it up, but apparently he didn't like to talk about it.

Anonymous

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Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 07:54:00 No.9127245 Report

Quoted By: >>9127298 >>9127339

If anon is still interested, I have some other anecdotes and incidents to share, including some information on a historic painting in the chapel.

Once again, I only want to continue if my fellow anon are interested. If not, I'm willing to let this thread die a noble death. I feel an odd sense of relief, having told my stories about the woman on the couch, and Frank.

Anonymous

Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 07:59:00 No.9127276 Report

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bump for interest

go on OP

Anonymous

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Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 08:03:00 No.9127298 Report

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>>9127245
Yes, anon, yes. Regale us. Spin your stories. Weave your tales.

Anonymous

Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 08:04:00 No.9127304 Report

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MORE, OP
FOR THE GLORY OF /X/

Anonymous

Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 08:09:00 No.9127339 Report

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>>9127245
Dem tales OP, dem fuckin tales. Please keep going.

Anonymous

Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 08:20:00 No.9127421 Report

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Go on, Anon! Please!

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Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 08:22:00 No.9127442 Report

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bring us more of your wonderful stories, anon

Anonymous

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Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 08:31:00 No.9127526 Report

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OP here.

I'm sorry for the delay, I had a sudden urge to heat up some stew. I sincerely appreciate your interest. There will be a slight delay between posts, as I'm now typing these as I go.

Because people took an interest in Frank, I'd like to mention another incident involving a resident contacting, for lack of a non-stereotypical phrase, "the other side".

We had a very independent and lucid resident living on the fourth floor. She was very articulate, and did everything for herself. I was rather fond of her.

One night during rounds, I entered her room to find that she was talking, presumably in her sleep. Anyone who does geriatric work knows that this isn't unusual. Though I found it odd for the woman in question, I decided to leave her alone and continue on my way. She didn't seem to be having a nightmare, or in any sort of distress.

Anonymous

Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 08:31:00 No.9127535 Report

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>>9127442

sauce?

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Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 08:32:00 No.9127545 Report

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I am interested

Anonymous

Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 08:33:00 No.9127550 Report

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Don't meant to hijack your thread OP, but I also worked in a nursing home. It was during highschool, and I was only a dietary aide, but my mother was the head nurse there so I spent a lot of my free time volunteering there, talking to residents, and just getting to know them. I only have one particularly scary story to tell though:

We had a resident (We'll call him Pete) who was very demented. He was a WWII vet who would occasionally flashback to the war, but in very calm ways. He'd sit there describing what he imagined was happening as if it were a book written in present tense. He wasn't lucid often, but when he was he refused to talk about the war.

Once, while telling one of his flashback-esque stories, another resident had a heart attack and died less than a foot away from Pete. We began to notice that, every time he told a story (about 1 every two weeks) a resident would die very quickly, always that same day.

His final story was about him watching his higher up (general? Lieutenant? Idk the military) die. The last line of his story was "He was born to die."

Pete died in his sleep that night.

Anonymous

Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 08:36:00 No.9127578 Report

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I stopped by her room during my final rounds. It was early morning, she was watching television and seemed rather cheerful. Out of curiousity, I asked her, "How did you sleep last night?" And she said "Well, I didn't get much sleep, actually, because my sister came to visit". "Don't you think it's unusual that your sister came to visit in the night?" She smiled. "Well, no, because she's dead".

The resident claims that she woke during the night to find her deceased sister sitting in her easy chair. They talked about old times. The resident said that her sister looked cold, and she tried to offer her a blanket, but she declined.

Anonymous

Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 08:38:00 No.9127603 Report

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>>9127535
just some cool wallpaper i found on /x/
tried tineye but looks like it's just a wallpaper

Anonymous

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Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 08:42:00 No.9127626 Report

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>>9127578
Sorry, I forgot to post the picture.

>>9127550
By all means, hijack. I'm very interested in the similar experiences of others.

Frank was also a WWII vet: more specifically, a tank gunner. He had his ring finger shot off by a sniper, apparently, but kept shooting regardless. He didn't even realize his fingertip was gone until his friends pointed out that he was covered in blood. I suppose it was the rush of the moment.

He would slip into these trances and start talking "in the moment". I remember him frequently saying "pssh, I ain't like Johnny. I ain't no goddamn coward".

Your Pete reminds me of a very old Italian woman who was very Catholic and had OCD like prayer routines that almost seemed occult. She also had a knack for predicting who would die next. She would shake her head and say oh, that poor thing.

Anonymous

Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 08:47:00 No.9127661 Report

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>>9127626
If you have any more tales, OP. Please continue, you've got me intrigued.

Anonymous

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Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 08:49:00 No.9127680 Report

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I've run out of Canterbury pictures, so I'm now dumping photos of the neighborhood, which is historic and fairly dilapidated.

This next series of incidents isn't paranormal, but it is rather creepy. After some time, I was trained to work the receptionist's job at the front desk. They needed nursing assistants to cover the lunches, and I also picked up shifts on occasion. One of my functions was switchboard operating.

A resident called the front desk one evening sobbing hysterically, because a man had called her room and whispered that her house had burned to the ground. When she asked if her husband made it out, the voice said no, he's dead, and soon you'll be dead as well.

I was very disturbed by this, and told the director. She said oh, that's just the obscene caller.

Apparently this man has been calling Canterbury for years. He seems to know many details about the residents, so we suspect he's either a current/former employee, a Lambeth resident, or somebody with a shortwave radio who can overhear our walkie-talkies.

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Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 08:57:00 No.9127725 Report

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He would often dial extensions straight to the resident's rooms, but occasionally he called the front desk. He has a very smooth, almost radio quality voice, and he's surprisingly articulate. Every time I've answered his call (and it's happened maybe five or six times), he says "shhh, don't hang up...I want you to hear something....do you want to hear something? I want to cum for you..." I always hung up, except for one time, when I said hey, just out of curiosity, why do you do this? The time, he hung up on me.

Apparently he uses this strategy on old ladies, as well (as far as we know, he only calls the women). Sometimes he whispers horrible things, or threatens them.

Anonymous

Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 09:01:00 No.9127748 Report

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>>9127725
That's absolutely terrifying. Any more stories for us OP?

Anonymous

Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 09:03:00 No.9127762 Report

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Also from Pittsburgh. Also worked in a nursing home briefly, but in the kitchen, and no ghost stories to share.

Canterbury Place has always been creepy to me, sort of towering over the narrow street as it does. Also because it seems like most times I drive past it there are just random old people wandering/standing around outside. Now more reasons to take an alt route to Oakland! Great stories!

Anonymous

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Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 09:03:00 No.9127764 Report

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We had a resident (let's say "Carla") who was very young to be in an assisted living facility (50 or so), but stayed with us because of disability. She was reasonably attractive for her age.

The obscene caller began to ring her extension with some frequency, perhaps because of her noticeably younger voice. She started receiving letters in the mail. I only saw one of them (there were a total of three), which she decided to keep "for evidence". It was an envelope with her full name, containing hair clippings and a wrinkled piece of paper saying "HI CARLA". The paper had a visible stain that was probably ejaculate. The first letter apparently had a photo of her exiting our handicap van in our wheelchair, but she threw it away because she thought her teenage grandson was just pranking her.

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Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 09:08:00 No.9127792 Report

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>>9127762
Another yinzer! This makes me unspeakably happy.

If you want to see something in person, you can go into the main entrance and take a left at the receptionist's desk. To your right is an old photo of Canterbury when it was an orphanage, enlarged and framed. There's a very clear image of a little boy in one of the windows. I used to show it to guests and new employees to freak them out.

I'm really pleased that /x/ is enjoying these stories.

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Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 09:20:00 No.9127895 Report

Quoted By: >>9127930

These are the stories I have personal experience with. I'd be happy to share the experiences of my coworkers, but I can't vouch for their veracity.

Before this thread 404s, I'd like to encourage other anons to post their experiences working with the elderly, because these things interest me.

I'm also willing to answer questions, if you have any.

Anonymous

Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 09:23:00 No.9127918 Report

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bump for interest

Anonymous

Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 09:23:00 No.9127920 Report

Quoted By: >>9127984

My grandmother was a relatively healthy woman until she suffered a mild stroke cause by blood clots on her legs that traveled though her body (eventually one of them went to her lungs, causing a pulmonar embolism and killing her).The stroke didn't caused much trouble, except for a small reduction of her eyesight and some changes on her personality (she often thought that her caretaker was stealing money from her, although it clearly wasn't true).

Anyways, a few weeks before my grandmother passed away, she told my aunt and grandaunt that sometimes she was seeing children dressed in white clothes around her and she was listening her parents calling her.

I don't know what to think about it. After all, she suffered a stroke...

Anonymous

Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 09:24:00 No.9127930 Report

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>>9127895
Did you ever find out any information on that caller?

Anonymous

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Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 09:30:00 No.9127984 Report

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>>9127920
Interesting. I've found that many old people start talking about their parents right before death. Nearly everyone, on the cusp of death, says "mom" or "mommy". The troubling thing about these experiences is that we'll never really know if it's just a manifestation of old age and illness, or if they're actually seeing something (or someone).

>>9127930
No. It's a bone of contention, actually, because we all feared that the residents were in actual danger (especially after the incidents with "Carla"). This man knew some of the resident's names, and a surprising amount of our names as well. He clearly had an unhealthy interest.

There were some efforts to trace the calls, but it's hard to keep him on the line for very long, and the calls are unpredictable. The caller ID is always blocked.

I wish I knew more. I'm very curious about him.

Anonymous

Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 09:31:00 No.9127994 Report

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bamp

Anonymous

Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 09:39:00 No.9128048 Report

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bump for interest, also encouraging OP to tell more stories

Anonymous

Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 09:51:00 No.9128130 Report

Quoted By: >>9128353

OP never posted about the painting.

Anonymous

Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 10:17:00 No.9128353 Report

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>>9128130
Nope

Anonymous

Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 10:20:00 No.9128378 Report

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Where art thou, OP??

Anonymous

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Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 10:32:00 No.9128456 Report

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>>9127526
>stew
>mfw

Anonymous

Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 10:43:00 No.9128524 Report

Quoted By: >>9128536

>>9127680
>Over hear our walkie talkies
>Putting sensitive information on public frequencies

Anonymous

Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 10:46:00 No.9128536 Report

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>>9128524
I work in a nursing home, and the walkie-talkies are used to page employees to a certain room number. It's only sensitive information if we use the names of residents.

However, we do use the walkies to communicate with one another, so the caller could probably figure out OP and OP's coworkers names that way.

just a fellow /x/

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just a fellow /x/ Mon 12 Dec 2011 11:07:00 No.9128701 Report

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>>9127984
It must have something to do with being near death that they must see thier old loved ones.

My grandfather (rest in peace) pasted away recently. He had altimers very baddly and my grandmother did a good time takeing care of him, even if shes only 83, he was 89. But she told me that the last day of his life, he was calling out for his mother, almost like she was his mother, or he could see her.

There also are some weird stuff that have happended at her house, but i cant rember any of it.
The pic is of her house. She told me that they were the frist to live in the house.

>>9126823
Sorry to go off topic OP

Anonymous

Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 11:16:00 No.9128772 Report

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>>9128701

I think OP left. It sucks, this thread was OC and legitimately creepy

just a fellow /x/

just a fellow /x/ Mon 12 Dec 2011 11:21:00 No.9128796 Report

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>>9128772
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

jk but damn this was a good thread. Not like the other bullshit on /x/.

Its never OC anymore.

Anonymous

Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 11:26:00 No.9128818 Report

Quoted By: >>9128838

I worked in a nursing home in FL for about a year in the dementia ward. One of my residents, we'll call her "E" would regress to her childhood, which was horrendous to watch. Her mother committed suicide when she was only 5, uncle and father had raped her her whole childhood. Eventually when she wound up pregnant, they hid her away in the house until she delivered then took the baby from her, when they returned...no baby. She would spend hours sobbing and screaming to her father to "stop, dont touch me" etc, and bring back her baby. It was heartbreaking. The week that E died, she rang the callbell at least once an hour during night time. Her room smelled like something horrible and burnt..she would claim that her father was in the room, leering at her from the foot of her bed. Sometimes in the dining room she would claim to see him too. She barely slept, barely ate, was always clutching her bible to her chest, often refused to go to her room. Even in her last days, no family came to see her. I asked why, she said all her family was dead and rotting and the better for it, that she would soon be gone, that no one was waiting for her but the angels. I spent the most time with her and was the closest with her, but unfortunately I wasn't on shift when she finally passed. The CNA told me that she was doing rounds around 1. When she went to E's room, she was sitting in bed staring at the ceiling with tears streaming down her face and a huge smile, humming. She wouldn't respond to anything that Lisa said. About an hour later, she heard a baby crying loudly and went down the hallway to investigate, checked every room, as soon as her hand touched E's door she said the crying stopped arubtly, she opened the door and found E had passed away.

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Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 11:33:00 No.9128838 Report

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>>9128818
Yoooo....

Anonymous

Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 11:33:00 No.9128840 Report

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this thread has received 1 of 4 requests needed to trigger archival.

This is what /x/ needs. OC that's well written and creepy as fuck.

Anonymous

Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 11:40:00 No.9128867 Report

Quoted By: >>9128871

Shit. I check /x/ before going to bed and surprise! I see my neighborhood at the top of the page.

(And, yeah, half of Bloomfield/Lawrenceville is sort of shitty, but the other half is kind of nice. There's a lot of history here. The old buildings are being redone, and I've really grown to love this part of the city.)

Actually, speaking of Bloomfield, I work at Children's Hospital. It was built onto what used to be St. Francis Hospital. I have a few odd stories if you don't mind me hijacking the thread for a little bit.

Anonymous

Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 11:42:00 No.9128871 Report

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>>9128867
Hijack the thread! OP left and we need more creepy hospital stories.

Anonymous

Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 11:45:00 No.9128885 Report

Quoted By: >>9128908

>>9128871
Well, to start off, we're not affiliated with any religious domination. However, one of the most common comments we get from families is "Oh, it was nice of you to keep the nuns around."

Of course, we respond "What nuns?"

The nuns are most often seen on the third floor (outpatient clinics and cafeteria) and on the 8th floor (NICU).

Anonymous

Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 11:51:00 No.9128908 Report

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>>9128885
>religious domination
>labtop
>2011

Anonymous

Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 11:52:00 No.9128912 Report

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There's something that has taken up residence in the PICU. It has been reported in beds sixteen through twenty-five, which are along the same corridor.

I personally have not seen it, but a few of my co-workers have. It appears in the early morning. One said that when she was doing a morning chest x-ray on a patient, she came into the room and saw someone standing at the foot of the crib, staring at the child sleeping. Turning to get a lead apron and saying that she could stay at bedside for the x-ray, when she returned, the person was gone. My co-worker searched around the room for the person she had assumed was the mother, only to find the actual mother fast asleep on the pull-out bed on the other side of the room.

Just this week I was talking to a parent in one of the aforementioned rooms, and he offhandedly asked if I knew anything about the hospital being haunted. "Well, that depends. What did you see?" I replied. He told me that the previous morning, he saw a sort of mist hovering at the foot of his son's crib at five in the morning. I related the stories of my co-workers and also mentioned the nuns.

I really don't think that whatever is in the PICU is a bad presence.

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Mon 12 Dec 2011 11:53:00 No.9128915 Report

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A shame OP left

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Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 11:53:00 No.9128920 Report

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>>9128908
Sorry. It's close to bedtime. I apologize for spelling and gramatical errors.

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Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 11:57:00 No.9128941 Report

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>>9128920
Dude don't apologize, word games are fun.

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Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 11:59:00 No.9128948 Report

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I work in radiology. In x-ray room three, we've all experienced hearing conversations coming from that room. However, when we've gone over to see if anybody needed help, there was nobody there.

My co-workers and our fix-it guy have reported seeing something they've described as a shadow or something running across the room several times. The lights and equipment often flicker, stop working, or just acts up randomly.

Once, I was taking a patient back to the waiting room. As I was turning back, I felt something push me in the side -- hard. Thinking it was a toddler or something, I spun around and looked down. I was the only one in the hallway at that point. When I told a co-worker about this, she said that something similar had happened to her, except it was at her shoulder.

We really wish we knew what used to be there before we moved in.

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Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 12:04:00 No.9128963 Report

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Other than nuns, the NICU is full of old women. I guess that floor actually used to be some sort of long-term care wing when it was still St. Francis. The NICU nurses have told me a million stories about it -- at night, I guess they just sort of appear all around the babies. Even if you can't see them, the rocking chairs are going back and forth like crazy.

"We just kind of let them go," one said. "I mean, what else can you do?" Which, yeah. I guess that's true. Old women love babies. And they're not doing anything bad, so why not?

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Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 12:12:00 No.9128989 Report

Quoted By: >>9129005

>>9128912
Sounds like one of the caregivers or a mother of one of the babies that had been there died and now haunts the place, looking after the infants.

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Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 12:14:00 No.9129005 Report

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>>9128989
The thing is that we've only been open for two years. Before that, however, St. Francis was around for Christ knows how long. So, who knows what the thing in the PICU is.

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Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 12:47:00 No.9129191 Report

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I was going to assist the night nurse with vital signs. I told here I saw something white "floating" down the hall. She said it may have been a resident walking, I said "no, it was floating". About the area where I saw this, we had a linen cart covered with white and I assumed maybe that is really what I had seen. The first room we went into was near the "spot". As I was putting the BP cuff on the resident, the nurse said "never mind". I didn't get it, and continued to put on the cuff when the nurse said "she's dead, and I believe you saw her soul leaving". NOPE. quit the next week.

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Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 13:00:00 No.9129257 Report

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Interdasting.

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Anonymous Mon 12 Dec 2011 17:27:00 No.9130180 Report

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BAMP for OP coming back. I love this thread.

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Anonymous Tue 13 Dec 2011 05:34:00 No.9132626 Report

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Bumped from backpage. This shit is creepy as fuck.

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Anonymous Tue 13 Dec 2011 06:07:00 No.9132767 Report

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bump bump bump

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Anonymous Tue 13 Dec 2011 06:13:00 No.9132798 Report

Quoted By: >>9132997

This apparently made the archives, and that pleases me. I hope it stays.

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Anonymous Tue 13 Dec 2011 06:55:00 No.9132948 Report

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bump

just a fellow /x/

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just a fellow /x/ Tue 13 Dec 2011 07:04:00 No.9132997 Report

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>>9132798

HOLY SHIT! thats the frist time i ever post in a thread that got archived.

Also bump

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Anonymous Tue 13 Dec 2011 07:12:00 No.9133047 Report

Quoted By: >>9133090

Hey OP. I don't know if you have ever experienced anything like this, but a few months ago my great grandmother was dying in her bed down the hall, we had been taking care of her for quite some time, but she had taken a turn for the worst. She was completely incoherent, except for sometimes she would notice family members. Anyway, when she got worse we placed a baby monitor in her room, in case she ever snapped out of it long enough to ask for something. Anyway, we had this thing for about 3 weeks, and my great grandmother got to the point where she was barely clutching on to life. She would moan, and death rattled for about 2 days, and had this look in her eyes..Almost of like fear.. The night before she died, we had the baby monitor set up in her room. Me and my mom were sitting watching TV, when all of a sudden I heard something odd from the other end of the monitor, it sounded like laughter to me.

So naturally I picked it up and put it to my ear. And could make out the fact that what I was hearing was children's laughter, more than one child. I was absolutely blown back and in awh of what I had heard. I had always been extremely skeptical of anything paranormal. Soon as the laugh stopped, there were voices, 2 or 3, who began talking, but I could never quite make out what they were saying. But whatever it was, it made my grandmother, even in her condition, laugh softly in her sleep. I wasn't scared. More fascinated than anything. That next morning, around 4am, I got up to use the restroom and had the sudden urge to check on her. She had died soon after I heard the child laughter.

There were a few other odd happenings while she was living here, that seemed to pick up while she was dying, and sometime after she left us. To this day, rare occurrences will happen. But it's never frightening.

Anyway, I rambled. But I was wondering if you ever heard anything about death and child talking/laughter. I'm still trying to piece together what I heard.

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Anonymous Tue 13 Dec 2011 07:13:00 No.9133057 Report

Quoted By: >>9133084 >>9133914

OP here. Imagine my surprise to find that my thread is both on the front page and archived. Thanks to everyone who expressed interest, and voted for me.

I wish the St. Francis Hospital anon would return, as well. One of my residents actually worked at St. Francis before retiring, and she occasionally mentioned the place.

I'm not sure what else to say, other than thank you. I'm also willing to answer any questions, to the best of my abilities. I may also try to call my former coworker and verify some facts on something that happened to her.

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Anonymous Tue 13 Dec 2011 07:18:00 No.9133084 Report

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>>9133057
OP, Thank you so much for sharing your experiences. This is exactly the kind of thread that /x/ needed.

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Anonymous Tue 13 Dec 2011 07:19:00 No.9133090 Report

Quoted By: >>9133138

>>9133047
Hmm. I don't have any experience with this, personally.

I've worked other healthcare jobs as well, so I can say that sometimes older women in particular will hallucinate or speak to their children in final moments. I once saw a dying woman try to get out of bed because she needed to care for her babies, who were in their fifties at the time. If that helps.

As previously stated, I don't have a lot of first-person paranormal experience, aside from the mild episodes I discussed in this thread.

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Anonymous Tue 13 Dec 2011 07:29:00 No.9133138 Report

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>>9133090
I've just been trying to make a connection with the two. Anyhow.

Ever since she passed, I refuse to enter her room, there's this horrible heavy feeling every time I set foot inside. Soon after I'll get Dizzy.
While she was staying with us, for about a month, there was this loud banging in the attic, the house had always made noises, but this was serious banging.The only thing to compare it to would be someone stomping around on the rafters. And it would always start at around 11-12am, and end anywhere from 2, to 4am. It would often wake me up, and soon I just got so used to it, it no longer bothered me.

Lots of small, stuff after that. But none the less it still sorta freaked me out.

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Anonymous Tue 13 Dec 2011 08:15:00 No.9133463 Report

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>>9132997
Bro I laughed my ass off when I saw that Randy .gif, Awesome!

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Anonymous Tue 13 Dec 2011 08:22:00 No.9133527 Report

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Best thread on /x/ for a while.
Super interesting.
Im so sick of "aw my gosh how do i summon Tupla???"
Thankyou OP

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Anonymous Tue 13 Dec 2011 09:23:00 No.9133914 Report

Quoted By: >>9133954

>>9133057
Hey, OP. I'm surprised that this thread is still around! I'm the CHP anon.

I have another story. Earlier this year, we had two traumas come in around one a.m. It was a really bad MVA -- the mother was driving drunk, and her two young daughters were in the car. The six year old was thrown through the windshield and went about twenty feet. She got to us about fifteen or twenty minutes later as a Level One, but by then it was too late. We worked on her for about a half an hour -- like every goddamn person in the entire hospital was crammed into that room -- but she had open head trauma, and all the chest tubes and chest compressions and defibrillators in the world really weren't going to make a difference.

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Anonymous Tue 13 Dec 2011 09:30:00 No.9133954 Report

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>>9133914
Her sister had fared much better since she was in the backseat and wearing a seatbelt. Later on, she was in our x-ray room getting films to be cleared from her cervical collar. By that time, the father was there. Nobody had told her that her sister had died, and she kept asking how she was and where she was at. I had to give a lot of credit to the dad -- he was really keeping it together and saying "Quiet, honey. Keep still. These pictures you're getting are very important."

So, all of a sudden, the kid tries sitting up in the bed (which we're trying to stop because she's still a Level 2 and in cervical precautions), and pointing in the corner of the room. She's saying "Oh, but Daddy, you said [sister] was back in her room!" and she just wouldn't let it go. She was just talking and talking away. The dad just went pale, and we're just standing there like "Well, fuck."

That was a pretty awful night.

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Anonymous Tue 13 Dec 2011 11:35:00 No.9134556 Report

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bump for interest

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Anonymous Tue 13 Dec 2011 15:01:00 No.9135382 Report

Quoted By: >>9136973

Not exactly creepy, but kind of relevant:

My great grandfather recently passed. He was always a really friendly, loving guy. Family was the most important thing to him, and he had a lot of it. He had seven kids who all had 2+ kids of their own, and then those kids had 2+ of their own. He loved each and every one of his family members. Even if he couldn't remember your name, he always had a kiss on the cheek for you and some kind words. Despite his age, he was healthy as an ox and independent up until he got injured and then sick. He'd been on a ladder, doing some work on his house, when he fell and broke his hip. After getting surgery, he ended up catching a string of flus, infections, and pneumonia. He gradually got less lucid as time went on, but was still very loving.

Now, his wife, Vi(ola) stayed with each other for 20+ years, up until his death. I never quite liked the woman; she was a tad mean. Anyway, in my great grandpap's last few days, he grew less and less lucid and lost his usual friendly spark. He refused to speak to anyone, barely acknowledged anyone and when he did, it was to spit out insults. He'd say things like he hated them, that they were to disgusting, that he wanted them to get their asses out of his room, that sort of thing.

The only time he seemed to be his old self and happy in those last few days were in the moments when he'd raise his arms up, turn his head upward, and smile toward the ceiling. He'd grasp at the air, as if reaching for something, and say, "I love ya, Vi. It won't be long now." He said this as if he were talking directly to someone. His eyes were as clear as day and alert and focused.

The mention of most people calling for their mother made me think of this. It's one of the only instances I know of in which that hasn't been the case.

Cheers from another in PA!

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Anonymous Tue 13 Dec 2011 15:21:00 No.9135454 Report

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Had a great( literally my dads grandma) grandma, lady was a hoot. 80+ years old and played with me as a baby. She took care of herself till her early 90s. A fall broke her hip and she became bed ridden at a hospital

Heh, just remember we use to call her 'plain' gram. Cause she was everyones grandma. All my parents reletives, all there kids, even people who knew her. She was just plain gram. Well after being confined to bed and being 90, her mind started to go.

Long story but to keep it short everyone abandoned gram round this time, only me and my dad saw her ever. Every sunday at 9am we took doughnuts, candy, and pbcups to her and stayed for an hour to talk. Did this for 8 years. You could slowly see her slip away.

I got stories if anyone is interested, dont wana type all this and get "lol fag". Plus bout to go get smokes and a monster. Will be back ~30

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Anonymous Tue 13 Dec 2011 23:34:00 No.9136594 Report

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Really interesting thread, bumping for posterity

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Anonymous Tue 13 Dec 2011 23:36:00 No.9136599 Report

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Anonymous Wed 14 Dec 2011 00:12:00 No.9136720 Report

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bump

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Anonymous Wed 14 Dec 2011 00:18:00 No.9136742 Report

Quoted By: >>9136813

>>9136599
I hate that picture so much fuck you :(

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Anonymous Wed 14 Dec 2011 00:36:00 No.9136813 Report

Quoted By: >>9136824 >>9136950

>>9136742

It's blurred out now if you go to the google maps link. tinyspaceurldotcomslash73z6bgj

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Anonymous Wed 14 Dec 2011 00:39:00 No.9136819 Report

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WARNING: TANGENT

All this talk of paranormal experiences is kind of romanticising the whole thing for me. Considering the abundance of care home jobs at the moment (and a lack of any other kind of jobs), would you guys recommend it as a part time job? I currently work at McDonald's at the moment so my standards really aren't set that high. Only thing I'd sort of object to doing is cleaning shit off people who've had "accidents" so to speak.

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Anonymous Wed 14 Dec 2011 00:40:00 No.9136824 Report

Quoted By: >>9136838

>>9136813
no

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Anonymous Wed 14 Dec 2011 00:44:00 No.9136838 Report

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>>9136824
YES FGGT

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Anonymous Wed 14 Dec 2011 00:51:00 No.9136870 Report

Quoted By: >>9136993

>>9126823
>>9126823
is there supposed to be something creepy about this picture?

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Anonymous Wed 14 Dec 2011 01:04:00 No.9136919 Report

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I'm on my phone so I can't directly reply to posts, but the guy who went to get smokes and monster, I wanna hear!

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Anonymous Wed 14 Dec 2011 01:10:00 No.9136950 Report

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>>9136813
>>9136813
there is an actual reason for the blur right?

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Anonymous Wed 14 Dec 2011 01:14:00 No.9136973 Report

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>>9135382
I've heard of similar; when my grandma was dying a couple years back, in the few days before her actual death, the caretaker reported grandma was talking to her deceased siblings. my grandmother was lucid; she had no mental health problems, just bad kidneys.
my boyfriend's aunt passed away around thanksgiving after battling MS for years, and his mother had gone down to sit with her. the aunt said she was seeing her girlfriend and caretaker, who had passed ten years previous. same deal; no dementia or mental health problems to speak of.
so i think maybe it depends on who you made the closest connections to in life? many see their mother because it's who they would wish to see, others see people they were close to in life. i've even heard of people seeing beloved pets that had passed away before them(I think this happened with my boyfriend's dad who passed away last year, but i can't say for certain and i don't want to ask).

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Anonymous Wed 14 Dec 2011 01:17:00 No.9136986 Report

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Anonymous Wed 14 Dec 2011 01:19:00 No.9136993 Report

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>>9136870
Yes.

Notice the lack of faggots in the picture.

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Anonymous Wed 14 Dec 2011 01:23:00 No.9137019 Report

Quoted By: >>9137027

>>9136986
Why did they do this?
Some days ago it was still like this screenshot I took.

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Anonymous Wed 14 Dec 2011 01:24:00 No.9137027 Report

Quoted By: >>9137040

>>9137019
what the fuck is it?

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Anonymous Wed 14 Dec 2011 01:28:00 No.9137040 Report

Quoted By: >>9137051

>>9137027
They say it's the witch of Lorraine, there's an old French legend about her.

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Anonymous Wed 14 Dec 2011 01:31:00 No.9137051 Report

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>>9137040
>>9137040
I can't really find anything about it

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Anonymous Wed 14 Dec 2011 01:41:00 No.9137084 Report

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The French government tries to hide something.
We weren't supposed to see this creature.

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Anonymous Wed 14 Dec 2011 02:00:00 No.9137138 Report

Quoted By: >>9137168

Hey OP, I just wanted to say that I lived in Pittsburgh for about 4 months this summer and loved it. Yinz have a pretty cool city and I can't wait to move back. Sorry I'm not really adding anything to this thread.

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Anonymous Wed 14 Dec 2011 02:17:00 No.9137168 Report

Quoted By: >>9137193

>>9137138
Yay for Pittsburgh. Not OP by the way.

I do have a few things to contribute, not that any of it is particularly good because I have a shit memory, but I'll do it anyway.

My sister works in a nursing home, and has worked in several ever since she was of legal age to work (the hell if I know why). Over the course of these years she's experienced numerous amounts of paranormal incidents, and the worst part about it is that I can't remember any in particular. Though, she often talks about how the residents always report of seeing their loved ones before they die, or just staring up at the ceiling in certain spots and talking to people who seemingly aren't there, usually relatives.

At the place she currently works at, a couple of the residents often report seeing a man in their rooms, I think she said one of the female residents came to complain about him being in her room and wanted him out. Even weirder, at one point they actually heard a male voice on their walkie talkies who said his name was Chad when they asked. They checked with the other floors and did a sweep of the building and there were no males working or visiting the building, they still have no idea who this guy was, or why the residents report a guy in the building.

On a somewhat unrelated note, I've read that near death experiences and seeing anything before death is due to the heavy release of DMT in the brain. You can google it and research it if you want, but I'd say that's likely the cause of people seeing their relatives and what not. I've also heard what you hallucinate due to the DMT can be influenced by your religious background, although I'm not sure if that's true or not. Your own personal heaven before you die, essentially.

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Anonymous Wed 14 Dec 2011 02:28:00 No.9137193 Report

Quoted By: >>9137222

>>9137168
Please tell me where I can find this gland in the human body that produces DMT so I can go pump it the fuck full of steroids. Not true. If anything it's caused by a diminishing oxygen supply to the brain.

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Anonymous Wed 14 Dec 2011 02:37:00 No.9137222 Report

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>>9137193
I never said it was true, just a theory I read.

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Anonymous Wed 14 Dec 2011 02:55:00 No.9137275 Report

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>>9127006
That's called senility...

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Anonymous Wed 14 Dec 2011 03:10:00 No.9137350 Report

Quoted By: >>9137381

I may have something to tell related to the thread. Also, english is not my first language so Im sorry if I dont make much sense.

I live in a big old house with my family, and the house next door is also old and is currently being renovated because someone bought it and wants to make some kind of offices. Anyway many years ago, the house was home of an elder couple lets call them Miss and Mister B, I was too young so I dont remember almost anything. Their story is very sad, Miss B was pregnant, they were going to have twins but she misscarried. Theres stories about the children roaming around the house.

But lets get back to the couple, my family always said they were nice people but kind of scary, my mother told me Miss B. used to watch them from the window while they were playing on the street, or suddenly appear in the front window of the house, just watching.

Well there was one time when the old lady came to our house, her head was bleeding, when they got to the house they found her husband death. It seems he passed away on his chair, and she just tried to lift him up in desperate pulling his hands, she fell backwards and hit her head.

Now the blow on her head wasnt really bad, but the loss of her husband left her really depressed and she would just stay in bed all day. My family would help her but it was clear she was gonna die. She would claim to see her children and her husband and say that they were waiting for her. She would talk with them as if they were there, and a few days before she died, my mother was talking to her, she said she was very tired and my mother asked why. She said she had been walking all day. Her feet were also all dirty. She was too weak to walk and nobody has any idea how she could have done that or why.

The house was left abandoned for years and weird shit always happened there. There are also stories about the couple burying the aborted children in their backyard.

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Anonymous Wed 14 Dec 2011 03:16:00 No.9137381 Report

Quoted By: >>9137399

>>9137350

Also, my grandfather died of a heart attack when I was a baby, my family told me a few days before he died, he told my mother to take care of me and that she wouldnt let anything bad happen to me.

I guess they know when theyre going to die.

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Anonymous Wed 14 Dec 2011 03:19:00 No.9137399 Report

Quoted By: >>9137415 >>9137418

>>9137381

>when i was a baby
>told me a few days before he died

and how do you remember?

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Anonymous Wed 14 Dec 2011 03:22:00 No.9137415 Report

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>>9137399
>my family told me a few days before he died, he told my mother to take care of me and that she wouldnt let anything bad happen to me
>my family told me a few days before he died

they obviously said something when anon was old enough to know.

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Anonymous Wed 14 Dec 2011 03:23:00 No.9137418 Report

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>>9137399

He died when I was a baby. My family told me about what he said to my mother when I was older.

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Anonymous Wed 14 Dec 2011 03:27:00 No.9137445 Report

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I didn't experience this personally, I was told about it by my nursing teacher. She had just passed boards and was still working as a CNA, she was doing her rounds and entered a lady's room to do whatever it was she had to do. Anyway, this particular patient was completely non-functional. She never talked, never walked, never made a peep, and would only lie in bed with her eyes open. As she entered the room, the lady was down on the floor on her stomach, but up on her arms (basically walking with her arms, if that makes sense) pulling herself across the room towards my teacher and was speaking in some sort of language that definitely wasn't English. The girl, of course, freaked out and when she returned with help, the lady was still on the floor, but just lying there with her eyes open as usual not making a peep.

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Anonymous Wed 14 Dec 2011 06:15:00 No.9138187 Report

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This has to be bumped.

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Anonymous Wed 14 Dec 2011 06:55:00 No.9138339 Report

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>halfway through the thread
>just started work night shift as a CNA
I'm terrified to keep reading. Work tonight might be a fun one. Oh, well. I'm pretty much compelled at this point.

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Anonymous Wed 14 Dec 2011 08:27:00 No.9138853 Report

Quoted By: >>9140511

Holy shit those smokes took forever to get.
Anyway story time. Im a kid visiting plain gram when i had to use the bathroom, elevator was out so i used the stairs. Trouble is i couldnt remember if it was up or down. And the stairwell REEKED of smoke
I went up, after about 2 flights i saw an old guy in a patient gown, except it was like smokey grey. He was smoking a cigarette. He wasnt a dick but not nice either. He goes " ay kid what you doin up here?" i respond "just lookin for the bathroom sir" "ya missed it by 3 floors. Its on the right" "thanks sir"
After i was done i found a nurse and told her someone was smoking in the stairwell. She asks if was wearing a grey gown, i said yes
"oh thats just old man gilbert. He died in his room a few years ago when his electrical equipment caught fire. He decided to stay around. He is sometimes seen smoking in the stairwell, or talking to patients."
That made me WAT hard. But being in a hospital like that is creepy. Seeing old people you know dissapear every so often, knowing they died in this hallway
I have a bunch of stories like that, if anyone wants to hear more just say so

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Anonymous Wed 14 Dec 2011 08:45:00 No.9138992 Report

Quoted By: >>9140212

YOU HAVE TO LOOK THIS!!. Searchem on google maps
8 Rue Docteur Grandjean, 54000 Nancy, Meurthe-et-Moselle, Lorraine, France. Zoom in the part of th bike

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Anonymous Wed 14 Dec 2011 13:06:00 No.9140212 Report

Quoted By: >>9140549

>>9138992
...but why did they blur it out?

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Anonymous Wed 14 Dec 2011 13:32:00 No.9140301 Report

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>>9128912
My earliest memory is a shadow at the foot of my crib.

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Anonymous Wed 14 Dec 2011 14:34:00 No.9140511 Report

Quoted By: >>9140583

>>9138853
Please, do continue.

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Anonymous Wed 14 Dec 2011 14:46:00 No.9140549 Report

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>>9140212
Naked people end up on google maps street view every once in a while, then get blurred out when someone notices
case in point: http://blogs.miaminewtimes.com/riptide/2011/09/google_street_view_invades_a_l.php

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Anonymous Wed 14 Dec 2011 14:56:00 No.9140583 Report

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>>9140511
Okay. Plain grams mind steadly went. You could actually watch and analyze it. She eventually called the house every 10 minuets asking the usual questions (who am i? Why am i here? Where am i? Stuff like that) we got her a white board and wrote the answers on it for her. She called 911 once thinking she was kidnapped or something. Plain gram was awesome like that.
When her mind went she called her grandson (my dad) her sons name (bob), and since i went i was known as "the boy" she KNEW us but didnt know us you know? She also remembered a few friends from the hospital, and could recall memory very well for someone in her condition
Now i say all this cause she remembered "bob" "the boy" and a few friends. But she sometimes mentioned of a man in black. He "had a hat on and wore a black jacket pants and shoes" she said she never saw his face. She said they talked once or twice. We asked around and some older people would talk of the same thing but the staff had no clue who it was.

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Anonymous Wed 14 Dec 2011 15:30:00 No.9140695 Report

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I also work in a nursing home and sadly I work in the kitchen as a dishwasher so I dont have much to contribute but my mother was a nurse in the same facility a few years back. I was bringing out the replacement carts after dinner and a random resident called me into their room and said her roomate was acting strange. Me being a dishwasher and not knowing anything about the residents since all of my time is in the kitchen I go and get my mom who was on duty. She comes into the room and the lady who called me in told my mom her roomate was acting funny. To me the lady looked perfectly fine she was completely awake and coherent and even looked at my mother and I and said "I love you" and was just really smiley and happy. I guess thats why her roomate was freaking out. My mom was tripped out too because apparently (as she told me after we left the room) that patient was always completely sedative. She never moved, never spoke, never did anything she just laid in bed staring at the ceiling and was on comfort care. She ended up dying a few hours later.

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Anonymous Wed 14 Dec 2011 15:40:00 No.9140727 Report

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Have nothing but so much bump

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Anonymous Wed 14 Dec 2011 22:07:00 No.9141665 Report

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>>9126823
wow I thought ur pic was a new GTA picture
Damn

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Anonymous Thu 15 Dec 2011 07:38:00 No.9144151 Report

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bump

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Anonymous Thu 15 Dec 2011 12:21:00 No.9145484 Report

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bumping because I want to keep this thread alive

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