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Story from a Nurse Tammy D. Ottawa, Canada. Submitted: Aug. 2000.

There is something to be said about the feeling one gets after a person dies. As a nurse, I have seen dozens of people pass on.  Many nurses agree that at times one experiences a feeling of being watched.  This feeling can present itself during resuscitation methods or perhaps just after a person has been declared deceased. It's a feeling that cannot be explained. It is certainly an undeniable one at that. The sense one is being intensely observed most often occurs during resuscitation, or just prior to the patient's death. Some have been seen opening their eyes and looking up or across a room just prior to death. Some mumble inaudible phrases, some will clearly say "no", and still others will just nod their heads. Often there is a strong sensation that there are other, unseen persons in the room in which the dying can only see and hear.  Medical professionals will try to rationalize these actions by stating the patients are simply hallucinating due to the cell death in the brain.  They will also claim that the opening of the eyes is due to the relaxation of the muscles that occur with death. Then can we explain the odd emotions and sensations many get while at the bedside of the dying? Can we explain why the eyes open just prior to death and not after? I am convinced there must be so much more involved. I myself believe in ghosts and hospitals are most certainly full of them. Their mark left in the sterile hallways and rooms. Their presence felt and sometimes seen by staff and patients alike. There have been many reports of sightings of former patients, callbells going off with no one in the room, flickers of light down a darkened hallway, and often the overall sensation, of death in the air. Patients themselves will tell you of their impending deaths. I once had a male patient in his 30's say to me one evening, "I'm going to die tonight nurse". When I asked him what made him feel this way he simply stated," I just know I'm going to die".  I attempted to reassure him. Afterall, I told him, having  gallbladder surgery is very rountine.. He was doing very well and I told him there was no reason to believe that he was going to die. He just nodded. I felt confident the man was just having an anxiety attack and nothing more. I continued my work and chose to ignore the episode. Later, around 10pm, after our evening rounds, the same man ringed the nurses station. I rushed down the hall to investigate only to find him clutching his chest, sweating profusely, pale and fighting for breath. I called for more help but despite CPR the man soon died in ICU. The man was right.  It is needless to say I never ignored another patients fear after that episode. Since then, I'v had patients tell me, "I feel funny" or "I feel like something is going to happen", and I take them seriously.  Very often though, despite efforts made, many die on that day or experience a serious setback in their recovery. With such a volume of deaths in a hospital environment there's no wonder why so many souls may linger. I myself can recall one very vivid experience. As a nurse, nightshifts are often required. One night at about 2am, I went on my hourly spot check with a flashlight. The hallways were kept darkened to promote patient's sleep. As I walked past a semi-private room, I noticed a tall, thin, older man who wore dark clothing. He clearly stood at the window. He seemed still and only looked out the window. I was concerned about a man being there, as the room had female occupants. I turned towards the nursing station directly across the room in preparation to call security to escort the man out. I quickly glanced back at the room, to look at the man I saw only a few second ago. He had vanished! I was about 10 feet from the only exit and did not hear nor see the man leave. A former patient perhaps?

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