The nursery was started in their name as a way to hopefully prevent another child dying a violent death at the hands of a stressed-out caregiver. Now the facility I work in was named for a child that was beat to death by one of their parents. That being said, at 2 in the morning in a dark room when you and 2 or 3 other girls in their 20s are the only adults in the building, sh*t gets creepy sometimes. I have to say first that I am absolutely a non-believer in paranormal stuff. 'I work at a crisis nursery, which is a childcare facility that provides emergency and respite care for children under the age of 7. I avoided that wing for the rest of my time there.' when they bolted toward the west wing where I was getting off the elevator. They could see directly into the room and see that there was nobody in there. The rooms by this point had all been cleared out and the phones removed. The phone gave the room number directly next to the nurses station. when the nurse finally looked at the screen on the phone to see where the call was coming from.

This is the conversation as best I can remember it. The nurse told me there was a woman's voice on the other end and that she sounded confused. Not sure what to do, one of the nurses reached over the counter and answered the phone. The computers and phones had not yet been moved. When they were over there, the phone at the nurses station started ringing. They told me that they had decided to walk through their old wing for nostalgia's sake. I walked over to see if everything was ok. I see a small group of nurses and aids who all used to work on the, now closed, east wing. One night at around 9:30 up on the floor to get a patient from the west wing. The east wing of the fourth floor was the first wing to be shut down about two weeks before the move. The old hospital was built in the 1930s and was showing its age and at night was just plain creepy. About two years ago we moved from the old city hospital into a new state of the art facility.

Stories from night shift