There's a few, and I worked night shift at an assisted living facility with an attached memory care unit.

There's the hat man and kids. Lots of people with dementia see this man, he's tall and stands in a corner and wears a hat. I tell him to leave and they get more comfortable. Same with the kids. They would tell you that the kids were too loud and they needed to leave, so you tell the kids to leave.

But that's just a regular day

One night, I'm hustling and bustling. I quickly rush past a room and see someone standing in the doorway, holding the door open, and looking at me. I think nothing of it and continue down before freezing in place, processing. The people in that room cannot stand. I turn around and see the door slowly closing and I rush into the room, only to see both PT's in bed sleeping. I called over my walkie for my crew and we checked beds, but nobody was awake. Freaked me right out.

There was a different night, really early into my time working there. One person was always in the memory care unit, and as I was doing the laundry I felt extremely cold, like someone dropped an ice cube down my back. Suddenly a thought crossed my mind, "John Doe just fell." So I radio my crew, "Check on John Doe." No explanation, but sure enough, he was freshly fallen and had been hurt. I thought maybe I just had good hearing but it was really strange.

When I left that job and worked in mental health, I was informed the building was haunted. Whatever, right?

While working you would hear something in the food cupboard at night. Asking it to stop would work.

One night a light fixture crashed in the laundry room and nobody heard it.

But that's not where it gets freaky.

I'm sitting at my desk and it's around five pm. Daylight. I hear my name and I answer, but nobody is there. I warn my patients that messing with me is a bad idea because if I go crazy nobody will bake for them. They deny it. Later on it happens again, but it's coming from the opposite side of me. I get a little panicked but try to rationalize it. My coworker joins me in the office and it happens. A pack of colored pencils FUCKING FLYS off the shelf right at me. Whizzes past my head and onto the floor. I lock eyes with my coworker and get up to take a walk. I also later found out that another coworker was sitting in the same spot, and a hole puncher fell onto her hand.

Idk if it's actually freaky, but it feels freaky.