Lorie’s Story

Here is a experience recently shared with me, and while it does share “common elements” with many other people’s, there is one element of the rarest type.

Thank you for sharing Lorie, and sorry it has taken me this long to get it out.

I was working my first “real” job at Woodland Oaks Nursing Facility in Ashland. I hadn’t been on the job very long and was still really nervous. One night the call-bells begin going off in the rooms at the end of one of the hallways. This was unusual since the residents in those rooms had long been asleep–this was around 2am or so and the residents had all been in bed for some time. Besides many of the resident in the rooms that were calling out were unable to trigger them on their own, so I knew right away something wasn’t right.

So I answered them as was my job, but when I went into the rooms everything was quite. The residents were asleep, and everything seemed fine except the bed covers had been completely taken off them and thrown in the floor. I thought this was strange of course but didn’t question it too much, I just checked to make sure they were okay, straighten out their covers and left.

A few minutes later the same thing happened again. The bells went off and upon going back to check once again found the bed-covers likewise disturbed. I knew for certain after this happened several times that something definitely wasn’t right, but nothing was really harmed and I was too nervous to mention anything to any of the other staff. Then things went from being strange to being terrifying.

Once again the bells rang out, and once again I started back down the hall expecting to find things as they had been before but this time there was something else. The hallway lights had been dimmed as was the norm for the night. It wasn’t completely dark of course, but much dimmer than when full lighted. As I came to the end of the hall, all at once there “she” was.

Standing right in front of me, maybe 5 or 6 feet away was a little girl. She looked like she was maybe 8-10 years old. Her head was tilted slighting forward and she had long jet-black hair that hang down on both sides of her face. I couldn’t see her eyes very well but they seemed dark and she seemed to be looking right at me. She had dark skin, and to me looked like a little Indian-girl (Native American). She was wearing a burlap-sack dress and was barefooted. I couldn’t see through her or anything, she just looked like a normal little girl.

Needless to say I was beyond shocked, so we just stood there for what seemed like several minutes just staring at each other. Then she darted quickly into the room to my right, her left. I followed right after her, but there was no one else in the room except the sleeping resident.

I took a few minutes to gather myself and try to process what had just happened. Returning to the central it was apparent to the rest of the staff I was disturbed. Eventually the need to let it out overshadowed my fear of being ridiculed. All were silent as I recounted the events. When I finished I prepared myself for the inevitable derision, it never came. Instead no one seemed in the least surprised at anything I had to say.

I learned all of these happenings were well known to those that had been working there for some time. They had withheld this knowledge out of fear that I would literally be scared off the job. And they have been right to do so.

Here we see perhaps the rarest of “ghostly manifestations”, that being the full body apparition. A form that is difficult to distinguish from an ordinary person, and if not for the circumstance would most likely pass as such. This begs the question, how often are we in the company of an “other” and yet completely oblivious?