Nurse Ann Creepypasta Novels & Stories

You don't even know what he looks like. For all I knew, it was the creepy janitor with the bad breath who mentally undressed every girl in a skirt. And now that the voice had been showing up outside of school, following me like a damn ghost, I couldn't pretend it was harmless anymore. Especially not after last month—when it felt like he was right outside my window. I may seriously have a problem. Or maybe I'm just overthinking. "Anne?" the nurse asked gently, breaking me out of my spiral. "This is your fourth time here this week. And it's only Tuesday. Don't you think things have escalated enough?"

Annie explained to me. I nodded and went to change into my white coat. She did the same. I knew now she wasn't sleeping at a friend's house. I wish she would stop telling me lies. She was starting to make me see her no better than the kinky nurse and her nasty cousin Octavia. "Send in the first patient," Dr. Annie opened the patient door and informed Blair. The elderly lady has entered the patient room. "Tell me what is wrong with you?" Dr. Annie inquired her.

The scream hurt her head but it also got everyone’s attention. Trevor eased up and the nurse stopped trying to bind her feet to the bed. “What the hell is going on?” She trembled. Trevor stroked the hair from her face. “Thank God baby. I was so scared.” He pulled her in close and started rocking her. “Trevor? What is going on?” She watched the nurse loosen her ankle strap some. The nurse with the bloody lip was the first to respond. “We aren’t sure what was going on. Your body just started convulsing and we didn’t want you to fall out of the bed or further hurt yourself.” She nodded at her Jess’ chest. Looking down at her sutures she noticed the top few had popped open.

The nurse’s dead-serious expression, the way she clutched her cup like it had holy water in it, her full belief in ghost etiquette and sage rituals, it was too much. He burst out laughing, "HAHAAA..HAAAAha, yaaah." “God,” he gasped between laughs, gripping the edge of the counter. “You’re really serious, aren’t you?” The nurse blinked, utterly unfazed. “I once saw my grandmother talk to a ghost named Dennis who haunted her attic for twelve years. Don’t test me.”

A woman dressed as a nurse approached Anna and said, "Miss Annastacia Brighton, there are hospital files you need to complete in the administration room at the end of this corridor." Anna, who did not know the hospital layout, believed it and followed the nurse to the end of the corridor on the ICU floor. When the door at the end of the hospital corridor opened it turned out to be a dark emergency staircase. Anna turned and wanted to ask if they had gone the wrong way. "This is not an administration room, Sister, are you a new employee here?" asked Anna unsuspectingly. However, the nurse pushed Anna's body down and rolled down the emergency stairs. Anna's body aches and pains from hitting th

However, this was at some place where there was no camera until Richard became the CEO of this hospital, and had installed a camera at this place about which the nurse was not aware. As the video ended, Ana released a breath of happiness, her spirit soaring like an eagle on a warm breeze. Oh, the joy in her heart was palpable, like the sweet scent of wildflowers. She felt the urge to express her gratitude, her longing to embrace Richard overflowing like a river breaking free from its banks. "But the nurse is dead! Who killed her? And why did she pay money to the woman!?" a woman reporter questioned.

I apologize. “These halls can be spooky late at night, believe me. I’ve asked the maintenance crew to fix that light for weeks now and they continue to ignore me,” the nurse says in a comforting tone. “It’s like they’re waiting for someone to get murdered before they do their job,” she jokes, although I don’t find it funny. Watching her leave, I can’t help but to be relieved. “Waiting for someone to be murdered? Who says that to a stranger?” I whisper to myself when I know she’s long gone, leaving me alone in the dank nook.

She could have sworn that these people were corpses or something as they made no movement and none paid attention to her. Her attention was drawn by a male that was muttering something to himself as Cora regarded him closely. "What the hell is this place?" Cee asked. "I have no idea, Cee. But I don't think I like it" "Neither do I" Mrs. Anderson spoke quietly to Nurse Madison, that was over the counter and was scribbling down something on a book. At regular intervals, Madison and Mrs. Anderson glanced at Cora and resumed talking. "I think it is psychosis. She calls herself Cora Creed, and she doesn't think she is from the human world" Mrs. Anderson completed as Madison nodded and picked up t

Put in Tasha. Laura wanted to say something but she didn't know what to say so she just kept shut. In the two years that she has been working at the hospital, she has learned all the small details about her coworkers. The ones she worked closely with. There's the head nurse Anna, a petite lady in her mid 40's. Anna is strict but nice. She is happily married and has two lovely kids. Amira is a pretty nice and easy-going girl who Is about the same age as Laura. Tasha may not seem all that friendly at the first glance but when one gets to know her she is very nice. Nathan and Jane are cousins, those two seem to bicker at any given opportunity.