The Middle Hall

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Story type: Ghost
Location: Oklahoma nursing home
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Sat Mar 15 13:07:17 2008

In 1997 as a new nurse I went to work as the night shift nursing supervisor of a local nursing home. The facility had been constructed during the mid 1960's. Not much history. The building was constructed in the shape of a large T. Roughly there is a north hall, a middle hall, and a east and west wing. During my shift I would make my rounds every two hours. I would start in the north hall and work my way back towards the east-west wings. Almost immediately I noticed the general atmosphere of the middle hall was somewhat more dreery and depressing than the rest of the building. Then things began to happen.

One night about 1:30 in the morning I was with a patient in a middle hall room. The patient was very ill and was requiring very close attention. As I stood next to the bed footsteps began to pace back and forth above the ceiling. What is striking about this is that there is roughly only two feet between the ceiling and the roof. The footsteps continued for about two minutes. The incident was unnerving!

On another night I was standing at the nursing station with my four assistants talking. The desk is at the corner of the middle hall and the east wing. We were standing on the middle hall side of it. Two doors up the middle hall is a whirlpool room. Above the doors of these rooms throughout the building are lights and buzzers that can be activated by the attendent in case of emergency. That night the light and the buzzer activated. We all looked at each other. I had been looking down the hall when it happened. I saw no one enter the room. Being the supervisor it fell to me to investigate. I entered the room and found no one. The switch for the emergency light had been pulled!

Over the next two years many such incidents occured. Finally I had enough. The last night I worked there I was walking down that middle hall. Suddenly I had the distinct feeling someone was behind me. I stopped, stood motionless and heard a rather masculine gigling. I turned around and no one was there. I gained much clinical experience at that nursing home but paid for it by being frightened much of the time.