This is a sample story from GHOST STORIES OF THE MEDICAL PROFESSION
I was born in India, in Rajasthan. It was there that I attended the medical university and received my degree in nutritional medicine, chemistry, and supplemental oncology training. After graduating, I moved to London and settled in Bath.
After a three-year stint, I eventually found my way to the United States, eventually arriving at El Paso, Texas. I’ve been employed here for about five years, and I absolutely love the staff and facility. I hope to retire from Southwest General. My job is to access and document patients’ nutritional needs, develop and implement care plans, counsel patients and their families, and act as a clinical instructor for dietetic
interns.
First off, let me start by saying that many people, even hospital employees in the El Paso community, know about—and some have even experienced—the ghost phenomena at this haunted hospital.
My personal experiences began one September evening as I was I alone in my office located on the third floor. I was seated at my desk, when suddenly, the copy machine began spitting out blank copy after blank copy. The sudden loud noise of the machine abruptly turning on was really frightening, so much so that when I whipped around in my chair to face it, my reading glasses flew off my face.
I rose off my chair and quickly raced to the copy machine, fumbling to locate and turn off the power switch. After accomplishing this, an eerie silence filled the room. Then movement at one of the windows caught my attention. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing—a male figure was staring back at me from the outside! I thought, How can this be, since I am on the third floor?
I did not recognize this man, who appeared to be around thirty years old. The totally blank expression on his face left me quite upset. His deep and dark piercing eyes were the most disturbing, and to this day, when I bring up that mental image, I still get creeped out. He didn’t linger very long at the window—just for a few brief seconds—and then he faded away, just disappeared into nothing.
That was enough for me; I grabbed my purse and briefly searched for my glasses. When I could not locate them, I locked the office door behind me and left the building. I never did find my glasses, but even stranger, I could not locate my glasses case. I thought that my glasses must have dropped behind the desk or sofa, and I could get them next time, but what about the case? Where was my designer case?
The following morning, I mentioned what happened to me to my coworker, and he smiled and then described others on staff who had spoken about seeing similar things in the hospital, such as dark figures walking the halls, balls of light floating above patients’ beds, and unexplainable voices, to name a few.
Later, I received a phone call from a hospital staff person from another department. “Are you missing your glasses? We found them and got your number from the note in the case, indicating how to reach you.”
I responded, “Yes, they are mine. I’ve been searching for them all day.”
“Okay, then. I’ll bring them to you in a few minutes,” he said. I sat in my office perplexed and waiting for the delivery.
Sure enough, an older man appeared at the office door, dressed in hospital scrubs, and handed my glasses case over to me. I told him how much I appreciated his effort, and he responded, “It was no problem at all, but tell me, what were you doing in the hospital morgue?”
“What?” I said. “I was not at the morgue at all.”
“Well, that’s where I found these glasses, sitting right on one of the examination tables.” I was left speechless.
Since that time, I’ve only had one other ghostly experience that took place about a year after the one I’ve just described. Again, I found myself alone in my office. After having locked the door, I walked out to get a snack at a vending machine located down the hall. I was gone for less than five minutes. When I returned, I found in the middle of my office floor ten of my personal medical books neatly stacked one on top of the other. Even more unusual was that the spines of each book were turned alternately to display a spine, followed by the pages, followed by a spine, and so on.
These experiences have changed my life forever. My Hindu upbringing together with what I experienced at the hospital has only fortified my belief that there must be more to the process of death than simply an abrupt ending to our physical existence. I can state with personal certainty that there is more.
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