Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

I had surgery there in MMC Hospital,in the Philippines this month, and am thankfully home recovering now. After going through many ups and downs and close calls, after my surgery. Constant high fever, that turned into a roller coaster of up and down. Constant vomiting, lbm, dehydration, all caused by a severe reaction to the blood transfusions I received. It happens, in cases of sensitive patients… which I am one of. It is an experience I would not wish on even an enemy to go through your body literally attacking itself to rid it of the “invader blood”. It is a very painful and debilitating experience that no medicine can relieve you from, your body has to accept the new blood and until it does, there is a mini war going on inside you that you feel every bit of.

We stayed in a large private room with a sleeper sofa. Our room was directly in front of the nurses station, which was good for me because I needed constant monitoring.

The night after my surgery, I had constant fits of being in and out of consciousness. All the while I was having the strangest nightmares I can ever remember in my life. I would remember them while I was awake, and they were waiting for me if I closed my eyes for even 1 minute. I was afraid to fall asleep, the messages I was getting in the nightmares always pertained to me dying. The “things” I would see were very angry with me for some reason, and it really scared the shit out of me.

I told my husband I think I might be losing my mind. I did not know what else to think. I started praying constantly anytime I found myself awake, and finally after 2.5 days of these “dreams”, they stopped abruptly.

By the 3rd day in the hospital is when we started hearing the voices in my room. Yes, a woman could be heard talking in my room at random. You would hear a very loud moan, and then a series of muffled words!! This would happen in the middle of the daytime, morning, and at night!

It always came from directly beside my bed to my left side, we would pretend not to hear her sometimes, but other times we would be caught off guard and actually answer her, saying “huh”? Thinking someone else in the room was the source of the muttering.

We never told the nurses about it until about my 6th night there. It was about 3am in the morning. I was sleeping, but not soundly due to pains. I could hear my husband snoring on the sofa bed, but other than that the hospital was very quiet. I started dozing into a deeper sleep when I could feel the presence of someone moving around the room. I figured it was the nurse because they would come in to take my vitals are regular intervals all night. I kept my eyes closed, as I listened to someone shuffling around the room. I realized that I did not notice any light on in the room, and why had the nurse not touched me yet?

I did not want to think about where the noise was coming from so I kept my eyes closed tightly. The shuffling got louder in the room, and the other noises (don’t know what they were) was also getting louder, as if to wake me up on purpose. I could feel someone standing near my head on the right side, I was so scared. I heard them move away from me towards the foot of the bed.

I opened my eyes, and there… walking from the right side of bed, turning at the foot of my bed and walking across towards the bathroom was a lady in a white hospital gown. She was looking directly in my face, with a upset look. She moved slowly and I could feel her scolding me. I could see her as clear as anything… the lights were out, but it was as if a light was on her, or inside her, I can’t describe but it was as if the lights were on in the room! I “felt” her saying, You should not be here, you should not live. I closed my eyes again, and grabbed the nurse call button. I pressed until they came, only a moment I am sure, but it felt like forever.

I was sweating really bad, and could not catch my breath. They put the oxygen mask on me and took my vitals saying my pulse was elevated too much. I told the nurse to leave the lights on, because I saw something here in the room. I did not tell her what I saw, and for some odd reason she did not ask.

I thought it was a bad omen, that meant I was not going to leave the hospital alive. What else could she have meant? Why was she so upset with me? She made me feel like I was guilty of something, but I did not know what.

She did not show herself to me again for the rest of the stay, but she continued to moan and mutter things at random. I think it was to scare us at any chance she got.

I did end up finding out what I “felt” the angry ghost lady say to me. During my surgery that should have been no longer than 1.5 hours, and ended up taking 6 LONG HOURS to perform. I died on the table. This was not told to my family at all, although we suspected something went wrong and the doctors were just not saying it. We only found out by the “slip” of the tongue of one of the resident doctor’s to my doctor. My doctor feels so guilty about it, that she calls me every day since i left the hospital! What doctor does that!

Anyway, I am thankful to be out, and breathing again. I will not forget the lady in the hospital gown, but I don’t feel guilty for living while her life was lost at some point. It is not my fault, nor my call as to who lives or dies. I wish her soul finds peace, and stop tormenting patients in the hospital, especially those who did not die and stay dead like she wished them too.

Sent in by 3rdEye, Copyright 2011 TrueGhostTales.com