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Hello again, I have been a PSW (personal support worker) for about a year now. During my time I have worked in long-term care and hospice.

I have a few different stories that I can share without making a lot of reading, so enjoy!

We have 3 different shifts at my work, it is day shift, evening shift, and night shift. I work all 3, nights when needed. While working an evening shift I was bringing a resident back to their room after supper and I noticed that their bathroom call bell was on, I asked the other resident that is in the shared room if she had used the bathroom before we got there, she had not.

I picked up a couple night shifts and during rounds (2:00AM) we were helping a resident and then their toilet flushed on its own and the bathroom light started flickering. We looked at each other finished what we were doing then ran out of the room. On another night shift I was walking down the hall roughly around 4:00AM answering a call bell where I then noticed two black hands and the corner of a face at the end of the hall looking at me. Which the end of the hall was of course the room that was ringing.

During my clinical placement at a long-term care home, I was in the room helping my preceptor get a resident ready. I was making the bed while my preceptor was brushing the residents hair. I was facing them with my back to a wall and they were by the door, I then felt a quick blow in my ear. I looked immediately at my preceptor and let her know, she told me that a few days before she felt the same thing in the same hall but a different room and so did so many of the other staff.

While in hospice, I was working a night shift. I had been doing the laundry and going in and out of residents rooms. During our down time, we were chatting and then all of the sudden, some lights started turning on by themselves. I went to investigate, room was empty and there were no windows in the rooms. I had also found out that lights will flicker and that is your sign.

There are many other instances where I have heard screaming, footsteps of no one there, talking etc... I hope you enjoyed

Thankyou,

Anonymous

Hello everyone, I am new on reddit and I have always wanted to share my stories with people who don't think I am a total loon lol.

I grew up in a little hamlet in southern Ontario. Before my house was built, it was a mink farm. My house was built in 1978, which that may not have been a long time ago but is still cool to know.

In this home both my siblings, my dad and I were all experiencing different things. My brother and sister's beds would shake violently at the same time almost every night. They would report seeing a shadow figure in their rooms etc.. I lived in what used to be the "spare bedroom" its in a very convenient spot across the hall from the bathroom and diagonal from my parents room.

In this room, my parents had heard me speaking to someone in my closet every night, whether I'd be a baby just giggling, or a toddler having a full on conversation with whatever was in there. I would wake up screaming because someone/something was tickling my feet. It ended up being a routine with my parents, they would come in and pick me up, bring me to their bed and I would go back to sleep in the comfort of their arms.

Until I moved rooms. The room right across from my parents room had opened up since my brother went to college and my sister moved into his room in the basement. I got my very own "big girl" room.

Throughout the night I would hear noises from the spare bedroom like; the printer being turned on, closet door opening, bed creaking, things like that. Sure, I had a cat thought that he might be the suspect and that I was just imagining it.

During a storm one night, the power had gone out. Thunder was rumbling, lightning was bright and shining through my blackout curtains. I am still sleeping but suddenly I wake up to me screaming, "MOMMY" while walking in to my closet, the closet doors were shut but I kept running into it and backing up and just continuing. My mom ended up waking up and grabbing me, again I slept in their bed. The lights ended up turning back on afterwards and I can vividly remember seeing a young boy standing at the doorway making the come here motion with his hand.

Around the age of 8 my grandma came for a bit, possibly a weekend and stayed in the spare bedroom. She woke up one morning completely upset with my dad, saying "why did you walk out of the closet and wake me up this morning." My dad, obviously confused and not understanding what she was talking about asked her what she meant. She ended up getting annoyed and started telling us what happened. She saw a man around my father's age, at that time he would have been possibly mid 40's, medium build and had a full head of hair. She stated that he came out of the closet and grabbed her toe to wake her up, she asked why he was bothering her and waking her up so early, he responded that she had to help with yard work (it was the middle of winter.) She told him to leave her alone and let her sleep, the man then went back into the closet. That was the end of that.

I remember when my mom and I were sick and we didn't want to get my father sick since he had to work in the morning so, we slept in the spare bedroom. I woke up to someone tickling my feet and cuddled up next to me, I thought it was my mom. I turned around to face her, there was no one there and my mom was coming out of the bathroom. I asked her why she tickled my feet and she gave me no response and looked at me like I was crazy.

There are many more stories but I don't want to make this too long for my first post. I hope you all enjoyed reading and I will make more posts shortly.

Thankyou,

Anonymous