Once A Nurse, Always A Nurse
When I was around nine years old, I caught chickenpox. I woke up in the middle of the night and called for my mom because little kids can’t do ANYTHING for themselves when they’re sick. I got so much more than I bargained for.
A different woman came into my bedroom and sat on my bed and stroked my hair until I fell asleep. In the fog of illness, I thought it was my grandmother in a strange outfit. When I woke up that morning, I went downstairs for breakfast and asked where my grandma was.
My mom told me that she was at her house like she always was. I told my mom that grandma had been in my room the night before, but she just laughed and said that I must have been dreaming.
When I told the story to my aunt while she was babysitting me that day, she had a very different reaction. She asked me to tell her about the person’s unusual outfit, and I described a nurse’s uniform from the 1950s. My aunt was shocked. What I was describing was something much eerier.
I was describing the wife of the previous owner of our house. That woman had been a nurse in the fifties and had passed a few months previously. The whole encounter definitely gave me a very spooky feeling. Story credit: Reddit / (TheOneTrueChuck)