Ever since I could remember, I'd always believed in the paranormal. I grew up in a Roman Catholic household, attended nine years of Catholic school, and up until recently, went to church nearly every Sunday. However, my dad had a firm fascination with all things ghostly and that go bump in the night, which he passed on to me.
Though I'd never experienced anything myself before my experiences as a C.N.A., there was always this resolute voice at the back of my mind that told me heaven and hell were not the only things behind death's veil. That the dead could linger around if they so very well felt like it. Later on, I would know this voice was right.
Fast forward to the summer of 2014. I was a 20 years old and living in my parents' house for summer break from college. At the time, I'd wanted to be a physician assistant, so I'd gotten my C.N.A. License to get healthcare experience under my belt (it makes you more competitive in the application process, but I digress). I'd been offered a position on the night shift crew, which my insomniac self accepted in a heartbeat. Little did I know that night shift would be where I would receive my first encounters with the paranormal.
Before I jump into my story, I want to give you an idea of how the nursing home was laid out. The facility was comprised of independent, assisted, and healthcare living; the last was where I worked. The healthcare area itself consisted of three halls which were connected at a hub that was the nurses' station. First hall and third hall faced each other while second hall was positioned perpendicular between the them. Therefore, if you were sitting down hall one, you could see down hall three and vice versa.
This particular night had gone pretty routine, no spooky surprises (I'd had several bizarre encounters before this particular incident but none of them were nearly as noteworthy). It was around five in the morning, and we were waiting for shift change at six. The other C.N.A. I was with was nodding off, so I told her I'd watch out for the nurse (bad employees I know, but she was pregnant and I felt bad). We were sitting at the end of hall three. She had been dozing for a few minutes when I'd looked across at the nurses' station and noticed something odd...
Now at the time, I knew something wasn't right. Not in a conscious kind of way but the kind of way that screamed at me "BOOKMARK THIS! LATER ON, YOU'RE GOING TO THINK THAT THIS WAS A TRICK OF THE EYE OR SOMETHING BUT YOU ARE SEEING WHAT YOU'RE SEEING RIGHT NOW, SO YOU BETTER LOOK REAL HARD!"
Across on the other side of the nurses' station, I saw a head bob. Then, the rest of the body followed. The person looked to be middle-aged, salt and pepper hair regressing, a mustache, and a bright orange polo shirt. At first, I thought it was the med delivery guy; I'd seen him at the beginning of the night so I thought it was odd that he was back. Not to mention, the med guy's polo was purple, not orange. The man stood straight up and walked into one of the front rooms of first hall.
Wanting to know who it was, I got up and went down to first hall and looked into the first few rooms. Any of the residents who could actually stand or get themselves up were fast asleep, and this figure had most certainly not been the nurse. Needless to say, it gave me the chills. I'd never seen anything like it in my life, nor have I since then. Part of me still wants to deny it, explain the incident away but for now I guess I can say I finally had an encounter with the other side of the veil.