I have thought about this story a lot lately. It might explain something. I decided I needed to do this one first instead of going back to my haunted Louisiana home. It goes back to my youngest daughter who I refer to as Jacey in my stories. Jacey is now 17 and she and I have talked recently about what she saw when she was younger and how she still sees things. She told me she has just gotten really good at ignoring them mostly, but I know the ones she saw in her elementary days at school still bother her as she talks about them the most. I don't normally see things, but I think of myself as much more auditory because I hear talking a lot and can often carry on a conversation with some, and if possible able to feel a presence so to speak. To keep this from happening, I almost always have noise on if I am alone. I will have a radio going or I will sing loudly myself or talk out loud to myself.
Here's the story: When I delivered Jacey, she was the second baby. My husband couldn't stay with me in the hospital as we had another child at home. It was the second night in the hospital. I had to stay because Jacey had some problems at birth and she was a cesarean delivery. I remember hearing voices down the hall and I was ticked. I was exhausted. My door to the hallway was open. I wanted the door closed and I just wanted to sleep. Jacey was also in the NICU so I wasn't going to see her all night. When she was born, she wasn't breathing. The doctors don't know why. One doctor argued she was premature even though she was 41 weeks. Another one said collapsed lung and another said it was pneumonia. However, as soon as they'd rub her back or feet she responded and was breathing. They stuck her in NICU to treat for collapsed lung and pneumonia since they couldn't agree why she wasn't breathing.
Getting out of bed was painful, but I got out of bed and hobbled to my door. I planned to give a "stink eye" to the people talking loudly down the hallway. I knew another woman had delivered and her room was just one down from mine. She had the noisy family who had been in and out all day long and it was coming from her side. Part of cesarean recovery is walking and I had made a few good rounds that day, had seen her baby in her room, and had even hobbled by her family on one round. I made it to the door, looked down the hall, and it was empty. As soon as I had stuck my head out the noise abruptly stopped like a radio being turned off. I had heard voices and laughing all the way to that door. I checked the other way. Nothing. It was eerily silent, no noise from the nurses station either. It was like the place was deserted. The noise had stopped as soon as I looked in that hallway.
I closed my door except for a small crack and got back in the bed and started to close my eyes, when a nurse came rushing in the room and went right in the bathroom. She didn't say anything to me. She didn't even look at me, she just went into bathroom. She didn't even turn the light on. I sat there for a moment, then looked at my door. My door hadn't moved. It was still only open a crack. There was no noise coming from the bathroom. I stared at the open bathroom door. That's when I realized I suddenly had 2 new visitors. There was a nurse and a clergy man of some kind and they were whispering at the end of my bed but I couldn't hear them. At this point I realized their clothes were not right. The nurse outfit looked very old. It was a very starched looking nurses suit and she even had the little hat on. I sat in my bed and watched them. I wasn't scared, I was more irritated with them because they kept looking at me and then would whisper to each other. Finally, I spoke to them and said, "What are you talking about? Are you talking about me? What?" That's when I finally did get a scare. They had stopped talking to seem to listen to what I said, and from behind me something shouted a word. I am still not sure what the word was, but it sounded like drugs. It was a very odd voice, it was pretty loud, and it startled me as it came from behind me. I fully expected someone in my room. I twisted so fast and sharply, and that was not good because I hurt myself and felt a pulling sensation on my stitches. Nothing was there because obviously the bed is against the wall. I considered ringing the nurses, but what was I going to say? "Hi there's 4 ghosts in here, can you get them out so I can sleep?" At that point, I was more worried I had ripped my stitches open because I hurt really badly. Nothing was behind me, my 2 visitors had left, and as far as I knew the nurse was still in the bathroom. I checked my stitches and they were fine, and feeling that my room was empty I finally got to sleep for a while.
I really can't explain what happened that night. I didn't really process it until the next day and I hesitantly told my husband about it. He knows I have dealt with this type of stuff in the past. He told me he wishes he was there because he likes to think he keeps things away. Sometimes I think he might too. I was glad to get out of the hospital and go home. Again, it wasn't really a scary situation except for the one who spoke behind me. However, I don't want to have to stay overnight in a hospital again. I had to stay over with my oldest child once, but it was a different hospital and other than a few vanishing not fully formed figures that hospital was pretty quiet. I am a little worried because I have a procedure coming up that I am supposed to stay overnight for. I have convinced the doctor to let me go home the same day and I am hoping it stays that way because I don't want to deal with whatever might be in that hospital.