Ghost Adventures 2.7 - Moon River Brewery

First, though, I have a story.

My listener Shauna, she says she thought she would share her own spooky-ish but also slightly heartwarming story.

So let's do it.

Shawna says, I spent many years working as a CNA in long-term care with a specialty in Alzheimer's, dementia, and psychiatric care.

As anyone who watches these shows or has any interest in the paranormal knows, nursing homes and hospices are hotbeds of paranormal activity for obvious reasons.

For a couple of years, I had a resident, we'll call her Anne, that was difficult to say the least, to the point that only a select handful of CNAs were cleared to do her care.

I was always drawn to the quote-unquote difficult residents for whatever reason, so I absolutely loved her.

Anyway, she was 101 when she passed in her sleep.

Part of our protocol when a resident on our assignment passed away was to pack their belongings for the family and clear the room to get it ready for the next incoming resident.

Another part of the protocol on our unit was that it was all hands on deck during mealtime, because as you can imagine, we have a lot of residents deemed choking risks and a lot that needed assistance with eating.

This is relevant.

Also relevant, my unit was shaped like a lollipop, so a long hallway with a dining room at the end of the very end, and then a circular section that surrounded the nurse's station.

Behind the nurse's station was a locked room for supplies like wash basins, shampoos, etc.

Anne's private room was directly across from the nurse's station, so the complete opposite end of the unit from the dining room.

The day I was to pack Anne's belongings, I asked my charge nurse if I could forgo mealtime to do so, which she gave me permission for.

To set the scene, that meant I was the only person in this section of the unit, as far away from the dining room as humanly possible, where every other resident and staff member were gathered.

I packed Anne's personal items and went to the storage room behind the nurse's station to stock supplies for the incoming resident.

While I was in this locker room, I suddenly felt a small puff of wind on the back of my neck.

It wasn't like a breeze, it was a deliberate, concentrated, sharp exhale.

Needless to say, I gathered all my shit and booked it back to Anne's room.

I started to disinfect the nightstand, mattress, dresser, etc., a duty we shared with housekeeping.

While doing that, I heard a faint but very clear voice pointedly say, Shauna.

Worth noting, Anne was only one of two residents at this time that called me by my name, since it was a memory care unit and all.

I peeked out into the hall and around the nurses' station, and there was no one there.

It was dead silent.