Nurse Ann Creepypasta Novels & Stories

The patient named Anna, who was admitted in that psyche ward a year ago, stared keenly at the young handsome man who happened to be her doctor. "You have no idea, doctor Brown, how many times I have imagined this day." Her whisper reverberated in that hall as she leaned in to pick the jug of water. The bulb right above her head blinked a little at her craziness, as the woman threw the water over Brown's face to wake him up. "Waah….hah….ha…"

Florentine, I…" "Ask someone else to come in!" Hades' expression darkened gradually. The nurse didn't know how she had angered Hades. But she could not stand being scolded by Hades with such a stern expression and ran out while covering her face. After a while, a young nurse came in cautiously. The young nurse looked like she had just graduated. She was slightly nervous as she walked toward Alanna when she saw Hades' solemn expression. Perhaps it was due to her nervousness, or it might be because she was simply a bad nurse, but she failed multiple times as she tried to pierce Alanna's veins.

Harley's POV I got to work half an hour later and Anita got off work happily after presenting the files of the two patients who are inside wards 2 and 10 respectively. I saunter towards ward 2, after changing my clothes. There is a boy of 10 years watching me as I enter. There is a deviant look on his face. I plaster a smile on my face, despite my frustration. This is what it takes to be a nurse. "Hello pretty boy", I say and move closer. He is a pretty boy with blue eyes. He is looking calm and he isn't looking like someone who is sick. I open his file and read through it. When I bring out the injection, I can see the fear on his face.

The clinic had a variety of sick people—babies, children, elderly—I went from bed to bed of those that had been admitted, asking questions and making sure everyone was alright. “There’s one patient you haven’t checked, doctor,” the nurse who followed me as I went round doing my rounds said to me. She appeared nervous which was never a good sign. “Who is that?” I asked her. “We had to separate her from the others,” she said as she led the way to a private room. When she opened the door, I saw my past coming to bite me in the ass. There in the bed lay a nun in restraint. The very same one that I had fucked on a halloween night several years ago.

Kayla always had nice corporate wear but going to her right now…when I wasn't sure if the job would end in her discouraging me not to go, it looked like a scam. $20,000 monthly? That's basically the entire money needed for my dad's surgery, what organization would pay that high for a private nurse if it wasn't a scam? I could already hear Kayla snapping at me for wanting to fall prey to this, but the thing is…the site I applied from, it seemed legit…I wouldn't know if I didn't try. I slumped on my bed, counting the ceiling. What to do, how to sneak into Kayla's place without her notice, or what lie could I tell her…she'd figure me out anyway.

She looked on the floor, automatically scanning for objects that might get in his way; the bar was always littered with lipstick tubes, glass shards, cigarettes, sometimes even articles of clothing. Something shiny and plastic-looking caught her eye now, half-hidden under a far table in the most poorly-lit end of the bar. Elle got to her aching feet and headed over to take a look; when she got closer, she saw that it was a lanyard of some kind. Curious, she picked it up and found herself staring down at the smiling face of police officer Briley Cross… except that her name was Annette Morris, and she was a nurse at a place called Rose Terraces Nursing Home. What the actual hell? What is this

{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.

I turned my head and look at him. "You're here for Ash." He says as he stared at me with a creepy expression on his face. I nodded, feeling creeped out. "I will take Anna, with me. She'll be back soon." He waved at the others, who had a worried expression on there faces as they nodded. My phone vibrated, as I grabbed it from my bag. Michelle: I don't trust that nurse, this place gives me the creeps. We'll be waiting for you, in the waiting room, if anything happen. Call the cops.

Chapter four—The mysterious intruder “The name’s Annalise Heathrow. Twenty-six. She studied the arts for a while at the UC Berkeley, right before transferring into a nursing program at LSU. Her father is dead, she has a mother in the nursing home but isn’t a frequent visitor. She lives in the upper east, in a rundown apartment which I think she pays too much for to be honest. She’s a nurse at St John’s, been a bonafide staff of three years.”

room and few mens wearing mask entered , after taking closer look at them i saw there were Doctors and nurses , they pulled in someone on stretcher , it was some lady i wasn’t able to see her face but still her voice was painfull, it sounded very familiar and that made my curiosity to have a look at her, i walked toward her , she was lying on strecher in patient gown and was surrounded by doctors and nurses , i wasn’t scared but the scene looked very familiar and was horrified by it, i finally came and stood infront of her when a doctor turned and passed right throught me.... ‘Was i dead?’ i questioned myself , i was like a ghost in that room , when i again heard a scream of that lady and i