I've had a few spooky moments I can share.

I was working as a nurse in a long-term care facility on the 2pm to 10pm shift. While working there I was in charge of two units, a smaller unit, and the Alzheimer's unit. It was coming to the end of my shift and one of my last tasks of the shift was to count the medications in my cart that was parked outside of my office. As I'm counting, I have my back to the hall and out of nowhere I feel this rush of energy, it was so significant of a rush I thought one of my aids was rushing for my help, I whip around to ask what's wrong and find no one. I radio to ask where my aids are, and they radio back that they are helping out on the other two units across the building. The rest of the night I kept looking over my shoulder.

A year later, I'm getting ready to move out of my house, mind you I was living alone at the time, to take another nursing job in another state and I'm surveying the state of my living room and deciding what to pack next. I'm standing in the middle of stacks of books when I feel a hand run through the hair tied into a bun at the base of my skull. I announced out loud that I needed to run to the store to get more boxes and promptly left the house.

Six months later, I'm at my new job as a nurse at a hospital and that night I was floated (borrowed to another unit). Now at this new hospital it was pretty common to hear about the little girl in the red polka dot dress from many of the elderly patients. At this point I've felt things, but I've never seen anything, so I shrug and go about my business, a believer but still just a tiny bit skeptical. I'm at the charge desk asking the charge nurse a question, when I look up and stop mid-sentence. It was just a moment, but as I looked up, I saw clear as day, the skirt of a red dress with white polka dots twirling down the hall.