Nurse Ghost Novels & Stories

Where do you think people go after they die? Do you think they still remember the ones who cared most for them before their passing? Or is the whole memory gone, one-sided, clinging only to the person left behind? Hi. I’m Gabriella Carlos, and I’ll admit that I’ve loved and cherished more dead people than I ever might the living. I’m a nurse. Not just the kind who checks vitals and changes IV bags—though that’s part of it, too.

I was nobody, a discarded ghost dumped in a dark recovery room while the Vance empire celebrated the salvation of their real golden girl. A quiet tap sounded at the heavy wooden door. My heart gave a faint, instinctual flutter, a foolish, lingering ghost of an emotion that I despised myself for feeling. For a fraction of a second, I wondered if it was Lucian. If he had finally remembered the woman who had spent three years maintaining his home, warming his bed in total silence, and bearing the brunt of his family's casual cruelty. The door pushed open. It wasn't Lucian. An elderly nurse with tired eyes and a crisp blue uniform stepped inside, holding a small plastic tray with two white pills

I wouldn't let a criminal see me crumble. He stopped inches away, his heat radiating off him like a furnace. He reached out, not to grab me, but to place his hand on the wall right next to my head. —You have a lot of fire for someone whose life depends on my whim— he whispered, leaning in until I could see the dark ring around his pupils. —But let's get one thing straight, little nurse. This isn't a negotiation. This is survival. You saw my face. You saw my blade. In my world, that makes you a ghost. The only reason you’re still breathing is because I decided your heart should keep beating. So, when I tell you to wash the filth off, you do it. Not because you’re mine, but because I’m the onl

m. Then she strolled over, grabbed a file, and started flipping through it like nothing happened. My heart was going nuts. I remembered what my nursing instructor once said—whispers about shady stuff in luxury care homes. The kind no one could ever prove. Was that what this was? I didn't wanna finish the thought. About an hour later, the door opened. The guy walked out, cap still pulled low. Slowed down a little near the nurse's station—like he looked my way—then kept moving. Ms. Deinert followed him down the hall.

If he hadn’t stopped at the moment that he did, I’d have been long gone in the land of the ghosts. When he saw that I was about to pass out, he quickly sent for a nurse who came in and administered painkillers and meds to me. When she walked in, I lay almost lifeless on the couch, stains of blood all over the armrest. “She looks so badly battered. Oh my God!” Came the voice of the lady whom I’d suspected to be the nurse, but my eyes were deeply sunken into their sockets that I couldn’t open them. “I found her by the roadside, and I was so scared that she would lose her life. Whoever perpetrated this act deserves to rot in jail,” Nelson screamed and let out a long sigh.

It's all legal and doesn't look like a scam. "Le--Leonard Connor?" The nurse's voice suddenly choked. How could he not know Leonard Connor? His ancestors in the afterlife must be waiting to meet him in the near future. "I--I'm sorry, sir... this way, please," she said suddenly kindly. Her other co-workers looked at each other. They refused to get involved with the very famous god of death. "It seems that her death is near," said one of the senior nurses who just looked at her junior with a pity look.

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.”

she said. “She was there, in the kitchen.” She whispered. “But… why would she do this?” She whispered, looking horrified. Ryk slowly sat down, his hands over his head, silently praying that Abigail and Callum make it through. He slowly looked up at them. “She’s not a nurse,” he said. “There’s no Mitchell on staff.” He continued. “She’s a ghost, and she’s working for someone.” He added. “I’ve got every patrol hunting for her.” He said and paused, his eyes getting softer as he looked at Keira.

After a while, He wondered why the nurse was too quiet and hadn't said anything l. He gasped, and moved backwards on the floor in shock, as he sees the nurse levitating off the ground by an arm that gripped her throat. With mouth wide open he traced the black sand to the ground and spotted a shadowy figure of a boy a few feet away. The hand released the poor nurse and disappeared into the ground. Instincts warned him not to get close to the nurse's body, so he stood up and slowly backed away from her. Suddenly, the nurse's body shaped violently, he kept walking backwards on till his feet mistakenly broke a twig that was lying on the ground. She turned her head in his direction and revealed h

Her face paled. "Hey! What happened? Are you okay?" The nurse asked Evangeline. "P-please, take those blood away from here. These ghosts are coming towards me!" Evangeline panted, gesturing to the floor. The nurse frowned. She once looked at the floor and then at Evangeline. "But there's nothing on the floor. It's completely clean." Said the nurse. "No. You can't see. There's blood everywhere. The ghosts are staring at me, they are waving their hands at me." Evangeline cried.