I am still skeptical about spirits, but my mom told me a story today which piqued my interest.
She works at a nursing home, which is believed to be haunted. There's supposed to be by some accounts "A little Indian (Native American) girl" and by some accounts a little Native American boy. It's believed that the little boy/girl is seen only when a resident is about to pass away...which really isn't that often; most pass away after being sent to hospice.
So, there'd been no sightings of this little...I'll just say boy for simplicity at this point...boy for a while. My mom had heard the stories about him, but she had never seen or heard anything to suggest they were anything but stories.
A month or so ago, my mother answered a call light from one of the residents, and she could hear screaming in the hallway. She quickly ran to see what was going on, and one of the other nurses was sitting in the hallway screaming and sobbing inconsolably. When my mom checked on the resident and finally got the other nurse talking, she said that she'd seen, "The grim reaper". She said it was awful and it looked like a man, but it was evil, and it was the grim reaper. My mom was like, "Okay..." and the nurse just clocked out and went home. She quit that day, after having worked there for four years. The next night, the resident in that room passed away.
Some of the other nurses who had been there for a while told my mom that they'd never heard anyone talking about the grim reaper, but they had heard about "the man in the black coat" from some of the residents, although none of the nurses had ever seen him.
Last night, my mom was on call lights again, and one of the residents hit their call light, and she once again heard screaming. My mom ran down the hall to see what was up, and the resident said, "GET THAT MAN OUT OF MY ROOM!"
My mom was confused, and looked around where she was standing in the doorway and said, "There is no man."
The resident said, "Yes, there is. There's a man in a black coat, and I want him OUT."
My mom looked around, and with that description, she was kind of freaking out. Then the woman said, "Wait, take a step over," which my mother did, then the resident looked directly to her right and said, "Well, there's a little Indian boy right there beside you. He's with the black coat man."
My mother is terrified to go back to work for the night shift now. Additionally, her resident has passed away.
Just a weird story.
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