A while ago, I got a job at a small hospital just out of town.
I was excited as it was my first job I'd been offered since my schooling.
It was just casual work, but I was still ecstatic at the chance to work there as the money was
great and it was the place that I did my practicum at.
Most of the time, I would do 12 hour shifts (7am-7pm).
Sometimes I would be given the 3-11pm shifts.
I didn't care for those much.
I was used to working late from my previous job, but I had to drive a lot further to get
home and the late shifts are very slow usually.
Another reason I didn't like them was because there was not very many people on staff and
I would get lonely.
Usually four nurses, one admin(me), and the emerg doctor.
That's it.
Now, being in a small hospital like this one, you see some pretty strange things come in.
Some people can't make it into the city and so we've had the emergency STARS helicopter
have to drop in now and then.
I've seen terrible things like whole families die from accidents on the curved country roads.
I've even had people bring in animals in desperation as there was no vet nearby that was open.
This one particular night, around 10pm, I was sitting talking with one of the RN's about
a patient's chart, but mostly just wasting time until I can go home at 11pm.
The hospital was quiet and I'd only checked around 6 people into emergency at this point.
I remember I was eating my yogurt and I heard a strange noise coming from the main doors.
I saw a man walking towards us.
He looked mostly normal, but he had a long coat on, which was strange as it's the middle
of summer and even though it's dark out, it's still relatively warm.
The RN next to me sighed and got up to go to the bathroom, leaving me to tend to our
new arrival.
As he drew closer, the strange sound got louder and something caught the light.
He was dragging something behind him that I couldn't quite make out, but I assumed it
was metal by the noise it was making.
It sent a shiver up my spine.
He stopped at the desk and I could see his eyes were wide, and his pupils big.
His face was pale and he looked like he hadn't slept in a while.
I'd seen this look many times and immediately associated it with someone who is high on
something.
He leaned on the desk and ran his fingers through his hair, pulling at it and grinding
his teeth.
When people like this come in, they're usually looking for drugs.
Most of the time they will complain about a migraine or fibromyalgia... anything we
can't prove the contrary of.
I processed him as usual and noticed he was getting more and more irritable as time passed.
Eventually, when I finished and pointed him toward the waiting area, he asked how long
it would be.
Knowing that the on call doc had gone on a quick break, I estimated a half hour.
That's when his whole demeanor changed.
The anger on his face was obvious as he stormed over to the waiting area, which is a room
in between emergency and the front desk area with doors.
As he walked away, I got a glance of what he was dragging and I came to the quick realization
that it was an axe.
I panicked and almost called the code over the paging system, but I didn't want him to
realize.
I promptly called the police on my cell phone and ran down the hall to signal to the nurses
that we had an issue.
The police would have to come from two towns over, which takes on average 20 minutes.
Of course, as we are all small girls, we didn't want to go near him.
He was tall and muscular.
Even all combined, we probably wouldn't stand a chance.
I calmly walked back to the front desk and paged the doctor, asking him to call me.
I waited and waited, but never got a response.
I watched the man getting more agitated, and soon he started yelling and asking for help.
I hid from him, not wanting him to come back to me and we devised a plan to lock him in
the waiting area.
The glass is reinforced and the doors are heavy, so it should hold him in there until
the police arrived.
The plan went down without a hitch until the man realized what we'd done.
He started screaming and throwing chairs around the room.
He was alone so we didn't have to worry about him hurting anyone.
Then he started using his axe on the door and glass to the front desk area where we
were all standing and watching.
I've never been so terrified in my life and what made it even worse was the fact that
he was making some headway on the door.
It was at this time that the emerg doc walks in the front door of the hospital, sipping
on a drink from the macs over the road.
He saw us all huddled behind the desk and quickly took charge of the situation.
After getting all the necessary information, he disappeared towards the back entrance of
emergency (the way ambulances bring patients in) He unlocked the door of the waiting room
and tackled the man to the floor when he wasn't looking, and then proceeded to tie him up
with cable ties.
He sat on his back until the cops arrived.
I was so thankful for having the young, physically fit doc with us on that night.
I bought him coffee every time our schedules crossed as a thank you, but I don't think
it would ever be enough.
As this was the second incident that went down for me as I worked a late shift, I decided
to never work late shifts again.
I'm now a mon-fri 9-5 worker.
Much safer that way...
I worked at a hospital doing transport for a couple of years.
The transport home base was in the basement of the hospital, where all the supplies are
sorted and where all the laundry is done.
I hated working late nights after this incident.
On this particular night, I was the only one in the basement when I heard whistling at
the end of the hallway by the elevator.
I poked my head around the corner expecting to see my only coworker on duty that night...
but there was absolutely no one there.
I shrugged it off, as I'm not easily spooked.
Nights are slow, so I ate some snacks and hung out in the break room for a bit.
Next thing I know, I hear a loud bang.
I walked into the hallway and a bed is rolling down the hall bumping into the sides.
At this point I think that my coworker is bullshitting me.
I radio him and he says he's upstairs in the cafeteria.
Ah well, I still don't believe him and think I'll catch him in the act.
I walk past the laundry room and the machines start.
I pop my head in there expecting to find him but it's completely empty.
Okay..
Starting to get a little nervous.
I walk into the laundry room, and the machines completely stop.
I freeze, then run out and head towards the elevator when I hear whistling again.
At this point, I know I am the only worker in the basement.
As I am standing there waiting for the elevator, things start falling off of the shelves down
the hall.
Boxes of gloves, tissues, packages of tubes..
I am literally standing there watching them fall off one by one at the opposite end of
the hallway.
I shit you not, my entire body broke out in goosebumps, my hair stood on end and I had
this strong gut feeling I was being watched, I was not alone.
As I'm getting into the elevator, I feel what feels like someone brushing my arm.
I went upstairs and found my coworker in the cafeteria, and was freaing out to him.
I got the fuck out of there and transferred soon after that.
The creepy thing to add to it is that I usually whistle mindlessly to myself at work, it was
almost as if the spirit was mimicking me.
Creepiest feeling ever.
Around this time last year I was at the hospital.
I had cartilage from my knee grafted to my ankle, so I had a knee the size of a football
and my ankle was broken and bolted back together.
The hospital was occupied to the last bed, so I shared a room with two elder men in the
urology ward instead of the surgery ward.
There was only one night nurse for up to 20 rooms so she barely checked on us more than
once a night.
It was my second of seven nights.
Usually I'm a VERY light sleeper, but I was drugged up to no end with painkillers so I
slept like a rock.
At around 3 a.m.
I woke up to a light hitting my face.
I thought it was the night nurse coming to empty the catheter bag off one of the other
men (it is urology after all).
I turn my head to look over but there's no one in our room.
I'm still half a sleep, dizzy and can't quite focus but I can see a shadow on the wall,
coming from the rooms door.
I turn my head again and there's someone standing in the doorway.
It takes me another minute to focus but then there he is: An old man who was skinny as
fuck, slightly rocking back and forth.
He notices me, stares at me, does the 'ol finger-on-the-lips-Shhhh as he takes a step
back and slowly closes the door.
Part of me thought my mind was playing tricks on me and thanks to the medication I'm soon
back to sleep.
Fast forward to the next morning.
The nurse comes in and I ask her if there was someone lost last night.
She tells me there was this old guy, straight out of surgery, that had a paradox reaction
to a drug.
He woke up thinking he was in jail.
He walked across the entire hospital with a bleeding wound from his kidney surgery,
trying to escape prison.
I'm a huge guy, and I don't get scared easily, but I was so vulnerable and helpless at the
time that this one really got to me.
I was pulling a guard shift in the CHS on FOB Speicher (spiker) on night in Iraq.
There hadn't been any action for the whole previous week so the staff was all racked
out.
I was walking the halls and everything was supposed to be off or on standby.
I walked passed one room that they used for Locals who were victims of trauma.
The lights were on so I toggled the switch down to turn them off.
I started walking down the hall again and I saw the lights come back on out of the corner
of my eye.
This is when I went into alert mode.
[safety off, at low-ready] I cleared the corner and looked into the room.
Nothing.
I put the switch back in the down position again and went to call it up on the icom.
The radio was on the fritz.
So I began walking back to the CQ desk to report it in person.
The lights turned back on.
At this point, I'm a little on edge.
I can't radio in for help, there is nobody on this side of the compound that would hear
me yell, and the light switch position keeps changing when the lights go back on.
(Keep in mind that I'm on a Forward Operating Base in a combat zone) I don't know what I
was expecting when I went to clear the corner and look into the room again, but I saw nothing
but an empty room, a gurney, a heart monitor, and a crash cart.I couldn't tell you to this
day why I said what I did, but I was worried that if I didn't, the lights would keep switching
back on.
I said "If you're scared of the dark, I'll leave the light on for you."
I finished my shift and left the light on.
I left a note with the desk that one of the surgeons had asked me to always leave that
light on just in case they had an emergency come in.
For the remainder of my shifts, that light had always remained on.
Hey everyone, hope you enjoyed the video.
I just wanted to very quickly ask you guys for something
Halloween is coming up and I can't make anything happen without you guys.
So if you have a really good story or anything, please be sure to send it in.
The email to send your own personal scary stories into is Corpsehusbandstories@gmail.com
it will also be in the description.
I'm just trying to gather as many as possible at the moment, it can be on any topic, as
long as it's scary and it's something that actually
happened to you or someone you're close with.
If you do decide to send in your story, please make sure to make the subject of the email
whatever the story is about.
For example you could write a paranormal story, a camping story, a creepy
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Proof is massively appreciated and helps a ton, but is not 100% neccessary.
Hopefully I can get enough good stories to make some cool stuff for you all.
Also I just want to mention i'm in the final processes of moving into a new place right
now.
Those of you who pay very close attention to the channel know that my recording time
has always been very scarce ever since the beginning
of my channel.
So by having this new place, I should be able to put out A LOT more content since i'll theoretically
have no restrictions, or atleast a lot less than
I do currently.
Thank you for all the support and once again, email to send your stories in is in the description
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