No Place Like the Morgue | Volume 2 | Podcast E345 - Supernatural StoryTime

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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Do you know what time it is? It's supernatural story time.
And if you're easily scared, and even if you're not,
there's only one thing left to do. Just turn off
the lights, because these are stories that you listened to
all Indiana, York.

Speaker 2 (00:20):
No place like the Morgue, Volume two, Story number one.
I have a few, but here are one of my
favorite stories. I worked Tarma, I see you for years.
As you can imagine, we saw horrific and heartbreaking situations.
We saw many deaths that were unexpected. I worked night

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shift mostly. On this occasion, it was a middle aged
woman who was run over by a train. Surgery was attempted,
but she ultimately succumbed to her injuries. When she was
at ICU, my coworkers and I were doing post mortem care.
We were cleaning her up the best we could before
bagging the body to take her down to the Morgue.
This room had large windows, and I remember looking outside

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to the city skyline. As my co worker was tying
on the toe tag. There was a figure standing between
us in the window reflection. I remember blinking a few times,
thinking maybe my eyes were misinterpreting the reflection of my coworker.
And me. But there she was a woman that looked
just like the patient standing in between us. She was

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moving her shoulders like she was sobbing. My coworker noticed
me looking out the window and looked to herself. I
could also see her blinking, trying to make sense of
what she saw. We then turned to each other as
if to see if we could see something physically standing
between us. We saw nothing and turned back to the
window reflection. The figure was gone. We took a break

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and post mortem care after that. Can you blame us?
Next story? I spent ten years assisting in autopsy's at
an upstate New York hospital that was attached to an
old convent, connected to the hospitals by a passageway and
several tunnels. First red flag, but I was young. I

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was on called most of the time because a forensic
pathologist would travel, so I would get calls to do
autopsies at nine to ten at night. One night, I
got a call to meet said doctor in the morgue
and get everything ready. As I'm walking to the morgue
in the basement, of course, I come around a corner
and saw a man hunched in the corner hammering at

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something I stopped. He turned to look at me, smiled,
and noded his head, and then disappeared. I wasn't terrified
because I didn't feel any negative energy. But talk to
me about doing autopsies on inmates, and I'll tell you
there is so much negative energy it's absolutely palpable. Next story,

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I was hired as an overnight resident counselor. The house
was a large brownstone, very old, but kept in good condition.
I noticed that when I went in for the first shift,
other coworkers looked at me like good luck. I happened
to be doing the client's laundry. The machines were off
the kitchen. I walked out to the kitchen table and
out of the corner of my eye saw a very large,

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full body man dressed in an orange jumpsuit. It scared
the shit out of me, and he just nodded his
head and disappeared. The next shift, I walked into the
front parlor same time, around four am. I saw a
well dressed older man with a briefcase floating down the stairs.
When he saw me, he looked as scared as I
was and disappeared. Sawphe more until I decided I would

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ask our nurse and manager. When I told them the above,
they looked at me, and the nurse asked if I
knew what the house was prior to the home for
our clients. I said no. The manager told me that
she had had extreme difficulty keeping staff because the house
was a former funeral home. Also, there was a murder

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of an overnight worker. Her ex boyfriend came to the
house and wanted to talk to her. She let him in.
He murdered her and dumped her body across the street
in a wooded area. The man in the orange jumpsuit
was her boyfriend in his prison jumpsuit. The other men
were owners of the funeral home. That bastard attached himself
to me, and I brought him home with me. My

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older daughter, eight years old, saw him in our living room.
I held him to leave and never come back. I
staged the house and did assault rigel. I asked for
a transfer to another group home. This happened in Coho's
New York Mohawk Street. Murder never went back to that house,
and I'm sure you understand why. Next story. I teach

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interpersonal communication and had a night class at a university.
My cat died weeks before and was raising Cain with
turning the lights off and on at the house, showing
up in photographs that I took on my digital camera,
et cetera. She obviously won me to know she was
still around. We were very close. She was very important

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to me. That night, the students were in pairs discussing
a topic while I went around the room photographing them
for nonverbal communication observation such as raised eyebrows, hand escullation, etc.
I looked up my photos to the computer and showed
them the photographs on a large overhead screen. For the
second half of the class. The class interpreted the nonverbal communication.

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I took up the peers and then the pair in
the photograph gave the class feedback as to how correct
the interpretation was. We had done about seven pairs when
a student said, excuse me, professor, but there's a cat
in the window on that photograph. Several other students nodded
as they had also seen it the rest of the
class that focused on the window instead of the students

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in the photos. And sure enough, there was my cat
sitting outside the window of a second floor classroom. Everyone
saw it and agreed it was a cat. It was
sitting like she was on the ground, but she was
actually outside a second floor window next story. My mom
used to be a CNA at a facility for those

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with special needs and those who have acute care needs.
The facility was decades old. My mom used to work
on the new at the time children's unit. Sometimes she
floated to where the long term patients were. Near the
long term patients area, you could go outside and access
the main lobby from behind. That area that had all
the HVAC stuff and whatnot, boilers, you name it. Near

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those rooms was accessed to an elevator. The elevator went
to a defunct and abandoned portion of the facility that
was the old children's unit. Back in the earlier nineteen hundreds.
Security guards avoided going into that area behind the lobby
and near the exit at all costs because the freaked
everyone out. As a kid, I'd passed by it once

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or twice, and I've never seen an elevator look so on.
I could swear that silent till four the room took
inspiration from it because it just gave off some weird vibes.
My mom and a few of her coworkers told me
that sometimes it smelled like baby powder in that quarter.
Another times it smelt like a fire, as of wood
were burning. There was an incident there decades ago that

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killed a few of the children residents from a small fire.
My mother was asked to grab an iron from that
quarter on a random night. Pretty sure it was some
old document in a filebox, not keen on the wye.
She was a bit apprehensive, as again, the whole area
just seemed completely off. There was no lighting in the
room aside from the elevator opening and closing. She told

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me that the elevators would only work half the time,
and when they worked, the doors opening up always smelled
like something was burning. She got the file she needed
and told me she was stuck around for about ten
minutes before the elevator decided to work. She pressed the
button and the elevator was just unresponsive. The crazy part
is that she told me there was a phone ringing

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in the room, not a modern day phone, but one
of those old rotary ones from decades long past. She
told me she answered the phone and only heard static
and something indistinguishable. You couldn't really make out what was
being said, but it definitely wasn't all static. She went
on the elevator and everyone downstairs could hear the phone

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still ringing. Maintenance and facilities went into a panic. Allegedly
there was no electricity in that room as it had
been gutted. Breakers were off and nothing should have been active.
That shouldn't have been possible since barring the elevator, that
room I been without electricity for twenty years, and people
didn't even know the ringing they heard was a phone upstairs,

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simply because it never happened. Next story, I'm a psych
award worker and I was working the night shift, and
it was roughly four am. I was on a patients
observation and I sat at the bedroom door. This patient
was high risk, so required constant observation even when I sleep.

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The bedroom is one of ten located on a corridor
roughly halfway down it. At one end is a nurse's
station and the other is an airlock used to enter
or leave the ward. This night, I was on my
own on the cord as no other patients required constant observation.
I remember looking up the corridor to the airlock door,

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which had a glass window strip built into it, and
seeing a very tall, skinny, pitch black figure on the
other side of the door, as if it were looking
down the corridor, but silently waving for where was at
the other side of the door to come through, thinking
it may have been a colleague, but it just stayed there,
not moving. A bit disturbed. At this point, I radio

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for assistance from a colleague, but when I looked back
up from the radio, the figure was gone. But my
colleague arrived. They took over from me so I could
go and check if there was someone stuck in be
between the two doors of the airlock, but there was nothing.
No one through. The airlock is a twenty four reception,

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so I checked with them if anyone had come through,
and there had not been anyone. One of many creepy
experiences myself and colleagues have had there. Next story. I
work on at Demenia and Elderly Nursing Home and it's
a relatively new building built back in twenty sixteen. I've
worked there since twenty twenty and there have been numerous

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odd things, one thing being we had a lady always
liked to sit on one specific seat in the lounge
and during the night would wander into one specific lady's
room and sit in her chair watching her sleep. We
also had wall lights with independent bulbs spread out across
her room. After the lady passed, we started having issues
where only the light above her chair in the lounge

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would light up, and this happened on a consistent basis
until the room was rearranged to suit near residence need. Also,
the lady she used to watch sleep at night randomly
woke up one night looking over at her chair, talking
to the chair with nobody in it. Another instance was
that we had a lady in the room who used
to walk around appearing worried and often crying. After she died,

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we had a man come in and move into her room.
He had dementia, but without hallucinations, and it was in
its early stages. One morning I asked him how he slept,
and he said, not good. There's always a lady crying
in here. Some of my colleagues experienced things as well,
but I can't remember all of them. I do remember
one of my colleagues shocked one day because she was

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sitting at her desk and her pot of coffee moved
on the desk by itself, right in front of her.
She swears her window wasn't open and it was out
of her reach. Next story, I work in a nursing
home night ships, and I didn't really believe in the
paranormal before this because I always thought things at a

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rational explanation, But boy was I wrong. One example that
happened quite recently was a person passed away and the
person moving in the room afterwards complained about a person
disturbing them when they were sleeping. I asked this person
who they meant, and they told me that they don't
know this person, but that he or she always stands

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by the bed or in the hall with just looking
at me. I asked if they could describe this person,
knowing that it's impossible for someone to enter another's apartment
because the doors are locked so only the attendant can
enter or exit, and then they perfectly described the previous
attendant how this person looked a few months before their
health declined leading to their passing. I got some big

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chills when I heard a description, and later on a
coworker came in on their day off to cleanse the room.
Next story, I worked out a floor with delicate patients
who could go south quickly, so patients passing weren't to uncommon. Unfortunately,
one of my patients passed away from a large pulmonary
embolism and the room was empty the remainder of the weekend.

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We heard coughing coming from that room all weekend. Early
in the morning a change of shift, I was walking
into my patient's room surrounding and the bathroom door was ajar.
As I walked in after checking on my patient, I
was about to close the door behind me, but did
my usual turn around to see if anything was out
of place, and the bathroom door closed shut. There was

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no acon, no draft, no family member, nada, no reason
for it to have closed. It wasn't fast like aggressive,
but swift like purposeful, if that makes any sense. A
night shift co work of mine talked about a night
when a patient's multiple get well cards taped to their
walls suddenly fell on to the ground for no reason,

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like a breeze had come through. We also had a
cursed room where multiple patients had passed it in a
year's span. I've had patients who were confused asked me
who the person was behind me, or if the person
in the corner could leave. Those always made my skin crawl.
Next story, one of the older janitors at my job.

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He was working graveyard shift and was in the basement
near the morgue mopping around four am. The basement is
not a patient area, so there are no patients down
there Anyway, he turned around a patient who was an
old man with an ivy poll but it was the
old fashioned glass bottle ivy and he was wearing a
hospital gown that was white and not our normal hospital

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gown pattern. He waved at the man, then went back
to mopping. Then he thought maybe the patient was lost
and turned back around to help him, but the man
was gone, with just a small cloud of smoke where
he had been. Also, my mom was a nurse in
the late sixties early seventies. When she was warming the
near reward, she covered for a friend in a room

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with a man who had a terrible prain disease. Actually
he was young and dying, decompensating mentally but not restrained.
He smashed his ivy bottle and held it to my
mom's throat when she had her back turned for a moment.
She just stood there with him, crying and moaning and
a headlock with a broken glass bottle dripping blood and

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saline on her uniform. She was found the room with
a man when she was late meeting up with another
powerful coffee. They called Gene, are you okay? And she said,
we're fine, but call security. That's when they looked in
the door and saw this. Somehow, security guard got him
back into bed, and my mom finally collapsed. She said

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they also had two glass bottles of disinfectant. Really glad
it wasn't liesol. Instead, she tried to go back after that,
but instead insisted on working in the cardiac unit. I'm
sure you can understand why. Next story. I started working
in a new care home on nights. I was given
the job to check the top floor alone. It was horrible.

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There were mirrors everywhere for some creepy reason. Anyway, I
was alone. Not a single patient knew my name, as
they were all asleep when I started, Yet constantly I
was hearing my name being whispered. The worst part was
because of the mirrors, you could see everything, and I
was terrified of looking because I thought something would be
behind me. I could feel and hear something behind me,

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but saw nothing. Another time I heard whistling behind me,
but no one was there. Another time, I was in
a patient's room and she said, why is there a
man just standing behind you not saying anything. She wasn't
delusional or had dementia. She was one of our most
sane patients. That place was full of dark energy. I

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wore my cross necklace every shift for safety. Next story,
I was a nurse working night shift. As I walked
down the dim, empty hall, I heard the click tick
of an IVY machine. The machine made this sound when
it was on hold, and the sound ticked only so
long until it timed out. Then it shrilled a louder beep. Anyway,

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I heard this sound coming from an empty room. I
thought a patient may have wandered into an empty room
being sleepy or confused. I opened the door wider to
the room and the sound was louder, but definitely coming
from the closed bathroom door. I opened the bathroom door
only to find it empty, but felt a whoosh, as
if someone quickly passed by me. I felt like it

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was offended. Thing is that particular iv and the sound
of it was no longer in use. The hospital now
had new IVY machines and the sound was different. Next story,
I was towards at the back of the unit and
working on the night shift. I was on the rolling

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computer in the hallway, and it was dark because the
lights are dimmed automatically after ten p m. The only
light illuminated my surroundings was the glow from my compewter screen.
I was standing outside a room charting something, and from
the glow of my computer, coming from my right, I
saw patient walking towards me, gown, grippy socks, and all

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fairly tall, female, bobbed haircut, and they were dragging an
ivy pole. I saw this peripherally, so I looked up
to greet them, but it was just an empty hallway.
They came less than fifteen feet from me. I should
have heard the ivy pole wheels, but I didn't. Fast
forward maybe a week or two later, same hallway, night shift,

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but I was walking on that hallway to get something
from the kitchen. This time the nurse's station was behind me,
so that was a light source down the dark hallway.
I was looking straight ahead when movement caught my eye.
I saw just the lower half of a patient walking
from left to right, hospital gown, grippy socks. Saw I

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take a few steps before it walked into a wall.
I was in the nile too, and chalked it up
to being tired, even though I knew better. Next story.
I used to work for a local funeral home, and
I think it's something that just comes to be expected. There.
We would have doors opening and closing at random times,

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lights that would be turned off, and a few minutes
later they'd be back on again. We had a few
spirits there. One was a previous funeral director he didn't
want to abandon his job. Another was an unclaimed set
of remains that was found out in the hills several
and I do mean several years before I started there.
The guy's family didn't have the money for his death,

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so they let the state take his remains and have
him cremated. However, the family never came to claim him
after the two years was up. I think at that
point he just considered the funeral home his home. When
I left there, his cremains were still there. Sadly, the
ones we had there didn't want to move on. It's
worth asking them if they're ready to find the light

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that will guide them to the next but if they
don't want to go just yet, they won't go. Next story.
I would like to preface this with that why I
believe in ghosts. I always try to find a logical
explanation for anything strange that happens before saying ghost, poltergeist,
or demon. I work in a hospital pharmacy on midnights,

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but at the hospital I work at, the pharmacy is
right next to the hospital. Mor I've had some interesting
experiences so far that I can otherwise explain. We do
have a ghost in the pharmacy that myself and the
other person on midnights have named Henry. Don't know if
that's his actual name, but he seems to respond to it.
I say he because I've seen him out of the

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corner of my eye multiple times and it's definitely a man,
and I'm the only man on midnights in the pharmacy.
Henry will make things fly off shelves and land places
they shouldn't be able to if they just fell. He's
banging down the plexiglass window that separates the main part
of the pharmacy with the ivory room when myself and
the other person were both outside of the ivory room.

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He throws a staple at another person's face one evening.
He's also made other banging noises, and when we investigate
nothing's fallen or knocked over, and we both hear them,
so it's not just one person hearing things. Then, the
morgue itself has caused some issues when they put a
new body in the morgue. Some nights, depending on the
matter of death, we hear random sounds and see something

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other than Henry moving about. We have all seen Henry
enough out of the corner of our eyes to know
what he looks like. He has a dark blue shirt
and what appears to be black pants. Usually what we
see when someone is newly in the morgue is less
defined and harder to pick up the details on. Not
sure if that's something to get the newly departed soul

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or the person themselves spirit walking about. Sometimes it's the
classic black mass, but doesn't really feel like it's angry
or has malice. Next story. I've been working at a
funeral home for about three years now, and I've only
really experienced one thing I couldn't explain. It was maybe
an hour and a half until the office closed and

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I was the only one there. I was in the
back office wasting time in the computer when I heard
a muffle hullo. I stood up instantly to look around.
It's not sounded like it was from the prep room,
which is right next to the back office. But in
my head I dismissed that immediately because it didn't make sense.
I didn't hear either of our door chime, so I

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figured I must have been out of it. I looked
through the whole building and it was still just me.
I was spooked. Sometimes I'll hear moving and creaking, but
our building is pretty old solmossuming. It's just settling right
next story. I work in a retirement home, and my
job often requires me to go to the basement with

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a cart full of dirty laundry. That means I have
to use the elevator. I've done this a thousand times already,
and never ever did I hear or see anything unusual,
not since I worked in a retirement home. Amongst a
lot of other rooms. In the basement, there's also a
temporary morgue which is located opposite of the elevator entrance.

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The morgue was probably used at some point in time,
but as long as I've been working there, it was
never even locked. Nobody used that room for anything. Today.
I was working as normal, going about my day, not
feeling creeped out at all, since it was the middle
of the day and I've been to this basement too
many times already and never had any reason to be
scared of it. I went down to the basement, emptied

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the dirty laundry in the laundry room, and called the
elevator down again since somebody had used it. I pressed
the button, but the elevator wasn't coming down. Above me
though the closed elevator doors, I could hear to my
coworkers speaking and holding the elevator from closing. The space
in the elevator is very acoustic, and you can easily
hear people on it from the basement all the way

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up to the third floor. At this point, I was
getting a little bit pissed off because it was a
particularly busy day and I didn't have any time to spare,
so I started knocking on the elevator doors to let
them know I was waiting for it. After a few knocks,
it seemed to me they didn't registrate as someone knocking
for them to get off the elevator, so I decided
to knock in a little melody rhythm to get their attention. Now,

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this is where something very weird happened maybe five seconds
after that knock. I started hearing knocking back. It didn't
have any particular pattern, and it sounded like literal knocking
on a door. I first thought it was coming from
my co workers above, but quickly realized it was coming
from behind me. I turned around to find the basement

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completely empty, and I couldn't quite figure out where it
was coming from at first, until it came a few
feet closer to the sound. It was coming from the
abandoned morgue. I froze. Thousand thoughts came rushing through my
mind as I tried to somehow rationalize what I was hearing.
I wanted to leave the cart behind it, just sprint

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up the stairs and get the hell out of there.
When I heard the elevator finally coming down, it was
the longest wait ever, but I finally got on and
pressed the button to the third floor. I think I
pressed that button at least twenty times before the doors
closed and got me out of there. Maybe all of
this can be very easily explained away with being an
older building, sounds from the pipes or animals, etc. And

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being a pure coincidence with my knocking. But I never
heard a building ever make a knocking sound on the
door like that. Need lessa say, it really creeped me out.
Next story. I have a very good friend who worked
in a retirement home or weird things would happen about
once a month or so. Staff reported hearing chairs being
dragged around in the dining hall when it was closed

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during non meal hours, Strange electrical issues such as the
elevator going up and down by itself, or opening and
closing on peace out of the blue. It only happened
two or three times in total. Disembodied voices could be
heard very now and then, even laughing or quinkling that
sounded like a plastic grocery bag. After about a year

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working there, my friends started noticing familiarity were the weird
instance is taking place. She started to realize that certain
residents were recently passed away were the ones causing the
chaos she was so terrified of she stopped being scared.
Once her favorite resident passed away, he had left an
item that my friend wanted to keep. The whole family

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came and took his things away, and she was heartbroken
that she didn't grab the item before the family came.
The room was cleared out and clean, and two days
later she walked in and the item was right, which
she had expected it to be, but nobody else had
seen it, And like I said, everything was cleared out
and cleaned. Very friendly, chemical loving spirits hung around for

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a week or two before taking a leap into the light.
Nothing will, but man did it scare the hella out
of her and the first few months she worked there.
Next story. This reminds me of something that happened a
few years back. I was at work and board as hell,
so I went to the abandoned side of our building.
Think of our building as a very long rectangle, now

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separated into four connected building or rooms accessible only by
inside doors. We used the building on the far left.
Someone used the building next to the far left, but
the next two large rooms were basically off limits olden
they crept and falling apart. On that end, there just
wasn't any reason to be over there. But as I
entered the third portion of the building, I stood there quietly,

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letting my eyes adjusted to the darkness. After a few minutes,
I suddenly hear a light knocking from the door on
the other side of the room. I should have been
scared behind that door, it looked like silent hill. For
some reason, I overlooked my fear and walked quietly to
the door. Once again, a light knock, knock, knock. I
grabbed the door handle and pulled the door open. There

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was a guy from a different division who for whatever
reason came into our buildings and decided to go exploring
injuring this door, which locked behind him. I got onto
him and told him nobody had been back here for months,
and he was lucky as hell. I got so bored
that day and all. He had only been stuck for
a half hour before I came along, But had I not,

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he would have found his remains many months later. Next story, So,
a couple of years ago I worked at a hospital
of security. Part of the security duties for the second
shift was to lock all the doors downstairs in the
basement of the hospital. The type of things down there
arranged from offices, supply rooms, bathrooms, and the morgue. We

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would also have to check the refrigeration temp inside the
morgue to make sure it was running properly, but that's
not important. So one night I go down to the basement,
which is basically a big rectangle locked all the doors,
and just as I was going to make a right
to take the stairs up, I noticed someone walk out
of the corner and what looked like blue scrubs. They

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are about five steps into one of the doors I
had just locked. They didn't open the door anything, they
just walked right in. A security I could just brush
us off, because recently we had people steal from the
supply room, so I had to check it out, especially
since it was after hours. As I walked up to
the door, immediately got goosebumps because this specific door was

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one and an automatic locking door that can only be accessed
by ID clearance. Too. I didn't see the individual pull
out an ID, which you have to do to get in.
You pull out your ID scan, wait for the green
light to pop up, and then open the door. I
literally just saw someone take about five steps into the
door like it was wide open, which it wasn't. This

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door automatically locks and closed itself. So I think to myself, well,
if somehow someone accessed the door after hours, they aren't
allowed to do this, so this might be the person
that's stealing the stuff. If a nurse or someone needs
to go to the supply room may call security and
security escorts them because of stealing incidents. So I pulled

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up my d scanned it and opened the door. I
walked in and saw nobody. Then I opened all the
closet doors that come from nobody was hiding, and then
immediately got the hell out because I was one hundred
percent sure I just saw ghosts. Later that night, I
got a call from the er department to escort a
nurse down to the supply room, and we made conversation

(30:39):
as we went there. Now what actually happened was I
escored her down to the basement into the supply room
and told her what I saw. She then shuffled through
some boxes in the supply room and pulled up the
same exact looking like blue scrubs that I saw the
ghost wearing, except they weren't scrubs. They were the blue
Count's patients where inside the hospital. So what I saw

(31:02):
that night was a patient ghost walking around the basement.
After this experience, I definitely believe in ghosts and the
afterlife to this day. I kicked myself when not looking
at the cameras that night, but my own two eyes
don't lie

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