I used to volunteer at a nursing home where we had several instances
where new residents accurately described former residents down to
specific nightgowns or color of glasses who I and the staff knew had
died in that room and complain about them coming into the room at night.
Then once I was walking through the hallway and it was normally
uncomfortably warm inside but I felt a chill and goosebumps. One of the
CNAs said I had just walked through a ghost. I couldn’t get warm again
for the rest of the day. There were flickering lights and tvs turning
themselves on. Several of the staff were from the same southeast Asian
country and they were talking about ghosts and disrespect for the dead
so much that management had someone come in to do a candle light
ceremony and this Lady with crystals and dreadlocks came in to do a sage
brushing. Things calmed down after that. Lights stayed on better and
the residents seemed calmer.
Source: Thoughtcatalogue
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