Story 2: Do you have a sixth sense?

Hometown Haunt!
I’m a week late on the hometown haunt, but I hadn’t expected to be in and out of the hospital/doctor offices with my husband. For that, my apologies. Hopefully, this spine-chilling haunt will make up for it all. I know I'm ready for a good story. How about you?

This weeks Hometown Haunt comes from a nightshift RA who swears she’s not crazy.

Story 2: Do you have a sixth sense?

“Hello from Texas. My story starts with a few drinks followed by bad decisions (don’t they all). I was out with friends at one of the many lively bars in New Orleans when one of my friends began insisting we take one of the midnight cemetery tours. I am not one for being spooked but seeing as how I had liquid courage and was heading back to the safety of my home the next day, I threw caution to the wind and agreed.
The tour was as you would expect. Creepy, with a tour guide who made you believe what he spoke. I took some pictures, had some laughs, got a few chills, but returned home safe and sound the next day. My first night back at work things were going along as usual, that is until the alarms began alerting us of a patient in distress. Let me add, I’m an RA at St. Joseph’s Medical Center in Houston. Covid, you can kiss my ass.

The patient, who had been in an accident earlier that evening, ultimately succumbed to her injuries. A little while after doctors declared her passing, I was clearing out her room and felt someone watching me. I turned around, looking to the nurse’s station but no one was there. I shrugged it off, claiming my emotions were high due to the circumstances. It was then, when I turned back around, that I noticed the shadow in the corner of the room. The silhouette of the girl was standing there looking at me. Every inch of my body wanted to run or scream or most likely both, but I didn’t. I just stood there, frozen. She vanished within seconds and I couldn’t be sure if what I had seen was real or was made by my raw emotions. Half an hour later, her mother comes by to collect her belongs and again I get a chill. I look to the corner and there is the silhouette again. I also notice a glint on the floor. Turns out, it was the girl’s necklace that her grandmother had given her. A family heirloom that had carelessly fell from her pile of belongings. The minute I gave it to her mother, warmth filled my body again.

I’ve never experienced anything like that again, and I’ve clocked a lot of hours since then. One of the friend’s I had went to New Orleans with says she believes that it’s because my spirit was opened to possibilities due to our tour the night before returning home. Well, she said it with fancier terms, but you get the point. I don’t know if it’s true or not, but I think of that moment often.

It’s taught me to stay open to possibilities because we are all grasping at life, whose to say what lies beyond in death.
Stephanie”
 
First of all, thank you Stephanie and to all the nurses, doctors, janitors, and all those serving on the front lines of the medical field. We appreciate you all so much!
Now, as far as your encounter, I totally agree with your friend. We can all get wrapped up in our busy schedule that we ignore those chills and tingles we get, alerting us to something being off. I know I do. Not only relaxing but opening yourself to the tour could have relaxed you just enough to feel and notice what you normally might not. Thanks for sharing your story with us.
Chills and hugs, Brandy!

If you’d like to submit your Hometown Haunts email me at brandy@brandynacole.com.