Don’t Let Them Take Me
The best I have heard is from a nurse who said that one night she was
floated to oncology at the hospital where she used to work. She was
given a patient who was passing away and had been unconscious for
several days. At one point during the night the nurse went into the room
and the patient was at the top of the bed and looked at her and said,
“Don’t let them take me!” The nurse was freaked out and asked the
patient who was going to take her and she said that black thing up there
and pointed up in the air. This patient died within minutes.
Calling From the Grave
We had a patient who was always on the call button. You know the
type. The nurses have to take turns during the shift answering the call
button so the primary can actually do other work.
work 7pm-7am. He died about 8pm. Oh, the look on his face, like, “How
could you let me die!” Like it was our fault. Anyway, family came and
gone by 9pm, funeral home gone at 9:30pm. About 10pm, the call button
starts going off. I was there – call button going off every 5 minutes.
One of the nurses was a very spiritual girl. At about 2am, after like 4 HOURS OF THIS, nurse Mary snaps, “Enough!”
She walks down and practically screams into the empty room: “Mr. X,
you have died. You can’t be in here bothering us anymore. Move along. In
the name of Jesus, I’m exorcising you from this plane of existence. Go
to the light and be happy!”
And I kid you not, the call button stopped going off then and there.
Time to Die
I don’t know if this qualifies as a ghost story but here it is. I was
taking care of a 12 year old with aplastic anemia. A week before she
died, every day, at 12:15pm, I would get a cold chill across the back of
my neck and the hair there would stand up. I mentioned it to the
evening nurse, who was convinced the girl would die at that time. Several
days later, her parents decided to cease all treatment. She lapsed into a
coma. At 12 noon, she woke; asked me to hold her up; said goodbye to
her parents, grandparents, and siblings; and died in my arms. It was
work as a CNA in long term care. We had one resident, “Betty,” who was
totally independent. All ADL’s were done on her own and she did fine on
her own, never had an incident. The only time she wanted help was
showers and then she only wanted you around to make sure she didn’t slip
and fall. Betty came down with pneumonia and had to be hospitalized.
When she came back she was too weak to do things on her own but too
stubborn to ask for help. The last thing the CNA told her before going
to bed was “If you want to get up, hit your call light. I’ll come help
you.” Of course she didn’t, got rid of the bed alarm, climbed out of
bed, and fell. Betty died from the fall. Her bed has been empty since.
The following week the call light for the room went off at night.
Thinking it was the resident in bed B I walked down the room to see what
she wanted. I walked into the room only to see the call light for bed B
and A off, the call light for bed C (Betty’s unoccupied bed) was on. My
eyes filled up with tears, I backed out of the room, and made someone
else turn the call light off.
Don’t Let Me Die
This is really more of a possession than a ghost story. I was helping
another nurse with a patient that had lived a very hard life. He had
numerous things going on with him, from cardiac to renal failure. This
man was very much afraid to die. Every time his heart monitor beeped, he
would just go into a rage screaming, “Don’t let me die! Don’t let me
die!” The other nurse and I found out why he didn’t want to die.
About 0200 his cardiac monitor starts alarming V-Tach. We both rush
into the room. I am pulling the crash cart behind me. When I get to the
room, the other nurse is completely white. This man was sitting about 2
inches above the bed and was laughing. His whole look completely
changed. His eyes just had a look of pure evil in them and he had this
evil smile on his face. He laughed at us and said, “You stupid b****es
aren’t going to let me die are you?” and he laughed again. We were kinda
frozen. I did reach up and hit the Code Blue button and when I did the
man went into V-fib. He crashed back onto the bed. We started coding
him, but after 20 minutes it was called.
minutes after the code, several of the code team is in the room
cleaning up when this man sits straight up in the bed and says, “You let
him die. Too bad.” and then begins laughing. The man collapsed back to
the bed. We heard a horrible, agonizing scream (actually every patient
in the unit that night commented on the scream), and then you could hear
“don’t let me die” being whispered throughout the unit. Every one of
the nurses that night was pale and scared. Nobody went anywhere by
themselves. By morning the whispers of “don’t let me die” were gone. The
night shift nurses had a prayer service in the break room before we
left for home and then we all had nightmares for weeks.