Novel & Cerita Creepypasta Nurse Ann

She was last seen hitching along Bassler Road, toward the interstate. Will I read a story about her next? Or maybe a twisted tale about how my next door neighbor—a gentle, seventy year-old retired nurse named Maude—is really a dedicated Satan-worshiper who dines on the flesh of cooked babies and also likes to have orgies with the town librarian and the Ladies Auxiliary. The idea is insane. Ludicrous. Far-fetched. So why can’t I get it out of my head? “This story,” I say, rubbing my eyes with the heel of my palm, “this is when things started getting weird.”

Pushing open the door, I stopped when I noticed who was sitting on the floor, backing away ever so cautiously. Well, what are the odds? It was her, that little nurse from the hospital. Her beautiful brown eyes were blown open in fear, and the only noise that occupied the space was her heavy breathing. Every time she scooted back I would match her with one step until her back finally hit the wall. Walking forward I crouched down, so I was on the same level as her. Tilting my head I offered her a smile. "Well well well, look what we have here..." I started.

{Nathan’s POV} "I'm going to miss you, Dr. Nate," Nurse Anna said, her lips curving into a sad smile as she sat across from me. Her usually bright hazel eyes looked dim, and she fiddled with the hem of her uniform like a child trying to hold back tears.

As I ate the male nurse who was big in the mid section and had a fat head alnost lie a pig's head started taling smack about my Millie. "That little girl really is just too easy to trick. She sits with you every day for once hour and I bet you screw her good. I would." "Shut up about Millie, she is kin and generous." I said barking a bit. All I wanted to do was kill this man and I would tonight. Afte a while of arguing the doctor cam back in telling this nurse to get out and leave me alone. When night time finally fell I went into the nurses's room which I knew where everyone stayed in. I went in with my butcher knife and tied him up covering his mouth so he could not let out a scream and dr

He was sitting in his lounge working on his laptop when he heard screams coming from room. He hurried toward the room. Ana was crying constantly. He hurried toward her. Nurse patted her cheek. "Let me ... go ..." Her sobs began to grow. "Something is not happening, doll. Nothing is happening. Look here." She patted her cheek with love and tried to bring her back to consciousness. It was not right to keep her unconscious like this and how long she kept her unconscious, sometimes she had to return to the world of consciousness.

She did not really mind not having any friends ever since she caught her ex-best friend having sex with her husband. Sometimes, out of boredom, she would think back to all the pain and tears she cried during the fights with Xander's mistresses. "Ms. Anna Yale! It's your turn!" Anna quickly stood up when she heard her name being called. "Please come in and we'll prep you for the surgery," said the nurse. "Okay." Anna walked stiffly to the surgery room. The nurse glanced at her and asked gruffly, "Why are you so slow? Hurry up, the people behind you are still waiting."

He shot up from the chair and saw a nurse suddenly entering the room, her face pale like she’d seen a ghost. “Are you okay?” Marc asked, noticing how badly she was shaking. The nurse swallowed hard and nodded quickly. “Y-yes, sir. I’m fine.” “What happened just now? Why do you look so scared?” Marc asked. The nurse looked down, clearly hesitant or ashamed to tell him what she saw. “Please, help me understand. What exactly happened?” Marc urged her gently. “I saw someone I didn’t recognize leaving this room. And what really scared me was… I saw him hiding a pocketknife inside his jacket.”

My palms trembled. If anything happens to her… If anything happens to those babies… The image of her—barely conscious, flailing, pointing at the IV like it was killing her—it haunted me. Her eyes were filled with terror, but she couldn’t speak. Couldn’t scream. And Sophie. Sophie. The name tasted like poison in my mouth. She walked in dressed as a nurse. Injected something into Anna’s drip. The real nurse—Dr. Marone told me—had been found unconscious in the bathroom. Drugged. Out cold.

"How could this happen? What about Claire? Does she have milk?" This question made Neil hesitate. "I think... Maybe? I didn't pay attention!" "Don't panic. Maybe I didn't make enough of the soup today. I'll make her drink more tomorrow. I refuse to believe it won't work." Watching the two people and one cat in the surveillance feed made me feel sick to my stomach. Without thinking, I opened my live stream and was shocked to find it was packed with viewers. Neil would probably never imagine that the scene of Poppy trying to nurse had just been broadcast live. Many people were asking if I would sell Poppy, and several sent private messages offering high prices for her.

I said, “You must remember that, Miss? Teenagers are merciless, vile creatures.” The nurse had flame ginger hair, glasses enlarging her eyes like milk bottles, and a crooked smile. She was also shapely, stout and spoke with a lisp. It was wrong to prey on what I’m sure was a traumatic high school experience, but these were desperate times. “Please,” I begged, “She’ll be the subject of gossip and shaming for months if this gets out.” She put down her magazine and sandwich and gave me a lasting stare before hauling herself to her feet and waddling into the back. A few moments later, she returned with a box wrapped in tissue, covering the label.