The Nurse

Let me start this story by explaining it is *NOT* a real event, this is not something that happened to me, nor is it something it happened to anyone I know. It’s a creepy story my friend told me when we were 14, and it is probably the most terrifying one I’ve heard since some of those fucked up stories from the book series “Scary Stories to Tell In The Dark”. If you haven’t read those, I recommend doing so. Even if you’re an adult. They’re scary. Go read them now. I’ll wait for you here.

Now that we’ve gotten THAT out of the way, here goes:

There was this teenage girl named Sally and she had gotten detention for being a rebellious teenage, as some girls are. Her detention ran late, and most of the school had been cleaned and closed down, and by the end of her detention, there was just her teacher and her left behind. As she was getting ready to leave, she went to go to the bathroom.

The halls were eerily empty and dark. As she made her way down the hall towards the bathroom, she heard a faint sound in the distance. 

 

She stopped and listened more carefully. She could still hear it and was finally able to identify it as a faint squeaking noise of something on wheels coming down the hall. As she stood there listening, she realized something else. It was getting louder, which meant whatever it was making the noise was getting closer.

Sally couldn’t explain it, but this realization terrified her to her very soul. She just knew she had to get away, but she couldn’t. The only exit was down the hallway she believed the squeaking was coming from. She quietly checked all the lockers and found an empty one, so she got in and closed the door behind her. The squeaking was getting louder and louder. It was definitely coming down the hall towards her. She watched through the crack of the locker as the noise got closer, and then she finally saw what was causing it.

A gurney with what appeared to be a dead body was being slowly wheeled down the hallway, being lazily pushed by a woman who appeared to be a nurse. Sally looked closer and could see the nurse’s face, and there was something odd about it. The nurse was pale, void of any emotion, and had deep dark pools of hollow black in her eyes. The nurse slowly continued pushing the gurney down the hall, passing the locker Sally was hiding in without even a glance in that direction.

Sally waited in the locker until she could no longer hear the squeaking, and then quietly got out. She quickly made her way back down the hallway, opposite of the direction the sound had gone down, and unfortunately opposite the bathroom. When she got back to the detention room, she went up to her teacher and explained what she saw. The teacher dismissed her description, and told Sally she was just letting her imagination run away from her. Why would there be a nurse in a school? Why would they be transporting bodies down the hallway? The more Sally thought about it, the more she realized how ridiculous she was being. She most likely imagined the whole thing because the eerie quiet of the hallway had made her uncomfortable.

The teacher offered to go back to the bathroom with Sally, as the child was clearly upset and concerned. Sally knew she had to go before she would be able to get home, so this seemed like the most logical solution.

Off they went.

The teacher waited outside the bathroom for Sally, and Sally went on in. As she was in the stall, waiting for the terror to subside and to be able to finally pee, she heard it. The squeaking. It was much louder and she grew concerned for her teacher, but she was more terrified and couldn’t find a way to be brave with that much fear in her. She lifted her feet off the floor and kept quiet until finally, the squeaking had faded again. She breathed a sigh of relief and then went to stand up. As she was getting up, she happened to glance up and there was the nurse, looking over the divider between the stall she was in and the stall next to her and staring right at Sally.

Sally’s heart filled with fear and the nurse continued to stare at her with her hollow black eyes, staring at her from above.

I know the story is a bit weak but once you read it, and then next time you go to a public bathroom and it’s empty, I guarantee you will be watching out for the nurse. The thought of someone looking at me over the ledge of a public toilet scares the shit out of me.

The images used in this were not drawn by me, so the sites I used are:

http://www.gettyimages.ca/detail/video/1920s-hospital-reprisal-body-of-nurse-orderly-pulling-news-footage/555923775

http://www.itakelibertywithmycoffee.com/2015/04/reforming-reform-the-one-about-two-schools-20-miles-and-worlds-apart-by-mitchell-robinson/

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The Wet Ghost

My family moved to Victoria when I was very young (less than 3 years old) and we lived in an old Spanish styled house. This is the actual house.

We lived on the main floor and I don’t remember too much of the house other than this:

It was one of those houses that had a sink and a bathtub in the middle of the floor plan, and the toilet was in its own little room all by itself. A little room with a really heavy door that had several locks on it. It also was dark and scary and it was at the end of a hallway that had a hardwood floor.

I know there are a lot of houses with a lot of issues and a lot of toilets that are banished to their own little room at the end of hallways. This house just had a little extra included in the rent.

It had a wet ghost.

I don’t know the history of the house, I don’t know what goes on in the house now. To be honest, I didn’t even really think about it for years. I can’t answer questions on it, I can only give tiny snips of what I remember.

We had an old TV in the TV room, one of those ancient ones that were in the big wooden frames and you had to get up to turn the knobs to turn it on or off. The TV would turn on and off on its own, and there would be little puddles left beside it:

This ghost seemed to have a taste for some TV, and was very judgmental. It particularly hated one particular commercial. One I also hate and the tune of this commercial randomly infests my brain at the worst times. It’s this one:

If you want to watch it, go here. It's 30 seconds. You'll regret it.

I’m sorry in advance for the years of “indubitably” entering your brain.

This ghost’s main thing was to walk down the hallway towards the terrible toilet. I’d just been learning to use the bathroom on my own and while sitting on the toilet attempting to pee, I would hear a sloshing slow step down the hallway towards the bathroom door, with it stopping just outside. If the door wasn’t locked, it would slowly creak open and reveal a small puddle of water just outside the door, with tiny footstep like puddles leading up to it. 

There was never any other noises, or evidence of this water logged creature, other than its disdain for terrible commercials as well as its constant need for interrupting people’s private times.

When I am in water closets to this day, I automatically strain to listen for steps outside the door and must ensure the door is locked or I just can’t pee.