Nurse Ghost Novels & Stories

I thought it was over, and so I asked him to leave. “She had already given up the ghost before you left the hospital,” the nurse continued to say. “I waited for a few minutes to try another revival method, but that was the last chance. She never came back after that.” I felt my chest constricting into itself. I looked like and probably felt like a ghost too. The patient is dead. The patient is dead. The patient is dead. “How could you let this happen?” I asked the nurse aloud. “I left her in your care. I was just going to take a rest, so how did this thing happen?”

the Police Inspector asked the driver, who now desperately longed for a shot of vodka, or a stick of cigarette. The two nurses almost urinated on themselves due to the fear that had since overcome them. Never in their respective careers had either of them seen anything like this. The nurses tried to say something but the words simply got stuck in their throats. “I drove down here, went inside the hospital and called the people I met tin there…opening the rear door, she’d disappeared.” “That’s impossible,” the Police Inspector muttered. “Is she a ghost or what?” The driver could barely control himself as he implored the Police Inspector to go and see things for himself. Inspector Dazel Anari

"You are exaggerating, Nurse Cathy. I did not do it in the end, right? She managed to do it. But there is still something wrong, why she could not remember phase three?" Nurse Cathy walk up to us with the tray. The tray that I thought was empty had an eye sitting on it. "...D-doctor Eye..." I almost yelled in shock. Really, after Mr. Finch, the headless man, Doctor Eye was one of the scariest ghosts for me. Sir Reynold comes next.

An invisible wall built during the night. Ethan closed his eyes, trying to push away the doubt. But his father’s voice from the dream insisted: Don’t trust her. And Sofia, without knowing it, carried her own ghosts. Ghost against ghost. In the small hospital of Serenity Creek, the two of them fought alone against pasts that were not yet ready to die.

Like I was a ghost he'd already forgotten how to see. I turned toward Nyelle's door and reached for the handle, then stopped the second footsteps rounded the corridor, a nurse appeared with a clipboard tucked under her arm. Her eyes landed on me and I rearranged my face just in time, giving her a small, sad smile, the kind that said *grieving family member, please don't ask questions.* She nodded sympathetically and moved past me. The moment she was gone, I exhaled through my nose and walked away. Back in my room, I couldn't sit still.

Then she died the number she found on the website right away. At that moment, the nurse asked, “Who is Gray? I’m going to give him an infusion now.”

“It came to a head last night when I had an entire chat with a lovely nurse in pink scrubs at the hospital. I didn’t realize I was talking to thin air until my actual nurse came into the room and walked right through her. She dissipated like mist, and when I asked about her, my nurse said that that nurse passed away a few years ago.” I set down my coffee cup, struggling to wrap my head around this. A nurse in pink scrubs… I recalled Alexander saying he’d seen someone matching a similar description at the hospital. Was it really possible that they were both seeing spirits? “How… How is this possible?” I blurted out. Liam furrowed his brow, thinking for a moment, then said, “Well, the one comm

The air shifted instantly — heavier, meaner. “What’s going on?” Grim demanded, his voice thunder in the small room. “She’s in neural overload,” the nurse snapped. “If we can’t stabilize, her heart—” “Her heart’s fine,” Rhett cut in, his voice a snarl. He glared at the machines, at the panic in the staff. “She’s fighting in there. I can feel it.” Ghost’s pale eyes narrowed, his voice low. “He’s right. Don’t you dare pull her back with drugs. If she’s fighting, let her fight.”

Someone shoved an oxygen mask over my face; the plastic tasted like panic and antiseptic. Ghost was on the table beside me, motionless, his skin gray, while blood pooling beneath him in a dark lake. A nurse pressed fresh gauze to the hole in his chest and it soaked crimson in seconds. “Ghost,” I rasped, reaching sideways, fingers finding his wrist. His pulse fluttered weak under my thumb. “Stay with me, brother.” His eyelids twitched, but he didn’t answer. A needle slid into my vein. Cold spread up my arm like ice water.

How do you explain a ghost in a mansion where nothing makes sense? The following morning, without a word of warning, the nurse had her suitcase packed and zipped by the front door. I walked out of the kitchen, staring in shock. “You’re leaving? You still have a week left on your contract.” The nurse nodded frantically, her hands shaking as she gripped her coat. “I know. I… I can’t stay.” I frowned, hurt creeping into my tone. “Did someone offend you? Was it something I did?” The nurse’s eyes darted nervously toward the staircase, terror flashing across her features before she locked her gaze on the floor. “No. You’ve both been more than kind.”