Working in a hospital has its fair share of haunting moments. As nurses, we face life and death daily—but sometimes, it’s the silence between those moments that chills us most.

Hospitals, with their long corridors, restless energy, and the thin veil between worlds, seem to attract stories that science can’t explain. This post marks the beginning of a new series I’ve been meaning to share for a long time—true encounters I’ve experienced as someone who’s been told they have a third eye. 👁️

Let me take you back to one particular night shift in 2013. I was working at one of the most respected hospitals in the Philippines, assigned to the private ward on the 3rd floor. My co-nurse, Ellen, and I were stationed just a few doors down from the elevator—so close, in fact, that we could clearly hear the elevator’s familiar “ting!” each time the doors opened.

🕛 Midnight Rounds

It was around midnight when we began our second round. As we walked the hallway, we noticed something odd:
The elevator was operating on its own.
Ascending. Descending. Doors opening.
But there was no one inside.

We shrugged it off at first, assuming maybe someone had pressed the wrong button—or that it was just one of those harmless glitches. Until we entered Room 337, directly across from the elevator. The patient and their significant other gave us a strange look and asked,
“Is the elevator haunted?”

They explained they’d been watching it for the past 15 minutes, curious to see who was pressing the buttons—but every time the door opened… no one. Just an empty lift and that unsettling ding echoing through the quiet floor.

I laughed it off. “Maybe someone’s playing with the controls,” I said, hoping to reassure myself more than them.

🕑 2:00 AM – A Deeper Dread

By 2 AM, the elevator’s activity became too odd to ignore. It kept doing the same up-down routine, stopping at multiple floors even though no one had called it.

I started calling each floor to check if someone was using the lift.
Every single nurse I spoke to said the same thing:

“No one’s using it. But yeah—we can hear it, too.”

That’s when my colleague Ellen started to visibly fidget.
And I’ll admit—I felt it too. The creeping unease.
The sense that we weren’t alone.

🕝 2:30 AM – The Ride

Later that night, I had to send a stool specimen to the laboratory on the ground floor. With trembling hands, I took the specimen, walked toward the elevator, and hit the “G” button.

And then—instead of going down, the lift went up. To the 4th floor.

The 4th floor housed mostly empty doctor’s clinics—dark, quiet, and closed at that time of night.

When the doors slid open, I was met with total darkness.
No flickering light. No sound.
Just a void.

In that moment, all I could think was:

“Is something trying to ride with me?”

I stared into the pitch-black corridor, frozen. My third eye should’ve sensed something… but I saw nothing. And somehow, that made it worse.

Adrenaline surged. I slapped the “close door” button again and again like my life depended on it.
Maybe it did.

The lift finally descended, and when I stepped into the lab, I was drenched in sweat and shaky. I immediately called my nurse manager, asking if there was any kind of nightly elevator maintenance scheduled.

Her answer?
“No. That type of elevator doesn’t do automated checks. It’s not even programmed that way.”

Chills. Absolute chills.

👻 The Aftermath

Back at the ward, I told Ellen what happened. Her face went pale.
She quietly thanked me for going instead of her.

Even now, I can’t explain what happened that night.
The elevator’s phantom journey. The darkness on the 4th floor. The absence of anything… and yet, the feeling of something.

I still wonder:
Was it just a glitch in the system?
Or was it something else entirely?

Have you ever had a ghostly encounter in a hospital or lift?
If you’ve got your own chilling story, I’d love to hear it.
Let’s keep this space open for stories that science can’t always explain—but our hearts never forget.

Until the next one…
Stay safe, and maybe take the stairs. 😉
—Anj 🖤