#37 The Man in Black
Used to work in a skilled nursing facility. I was usually assigned to the Alzheimer’s ward. One night I’m in the linen room stocking my cart, and I heard someone shuffle up behind me, then I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and there was no one else in the room. The door was still shut too. Another lady started to complain that a man was coming into her room at night (again, Alzheimer’s so I didn’t think much of it).
So to reassure her, I told her I’d check on her throughout the night. She complained of this man every single night for two more weeks when I asked her to describe him to me. “He’s real handsome, and wears a black suit. Oh. He’s right behind you now, honey.” That freaked me the heck out. Of course, there was no one behind me. She died the next night in her sleep.
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