Death Angel of a South Carolinian Nursing Home
I am a medical student. As a pre-medical student, I spent a great deal of time shadowing physicians and volunteering time in hospitals. I’ve been a volunteer of a specific nursing home facility since I was 12 years old. I’m currently 23.
My mother is the life enrichment director of this facility. My aunt is the volunteer director. My family members report that the hardest thing about working in a nursing home is consistently dealing with the deaths of those patients that they become very close to. These patients become like your own family; they become your like your own grandparents. I would have to agree with both of them.
It was during my fifth year of volunteering that I earned my driver’s license and was able to work later shifts at the nursing home. Visitors do not generally roam the facility after 10 pm and most of the patients are dressed and placed in bed at this time. Numbers of staff dwindle. The hallways become silent. Shift nurses remain on the floors to tend to patients during the night.
On a particular night during the Summer, I was sitting at the front desk on one of the floors, filing paperwork. Several CNA’s were preparing to pass meds to patients needing round-the-clock care. The desk is situated in the middle of two halls, stretching diagonally outward (picture a boomerang). In the middle of the boomerang shape is a large patient day-room with large-screen televisions, two pianos, magazine racks, and assorted furniture.
Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a shadowy figure headed toward the hall oriented to my right. A nurse behind me gasped loudly, indicating that she had seen the figure as well. We glanced toward the right hallway and saw a tall figure moving quickly past the hall doors. The figure seemed male (surmised from shape and size of its body). The figure also appeared to be wearing a baseball cap or some sort of hat. In this particular facility, the hallways are quite long (I would guess half the length of a football field) and it was difficult to tell if this “figure” was a visitor who had become misplaced, a staff member, or something else. The figure stopped in front of a room and the nurse called out - “Hello!! May I help you find something?!” The figure sauntered into the door it was standing in front of.
At this point, all of the staff on this particular floor were frightened and phoned security. Fearing for the lives of the patients in the room, the CNA’s ran toward the room. I followed behind them as I was curious to know why the figure did not respond to the nurse’s call.
The nurses rounded the door frame and saw no figure in the room. The patient in the first bed was sleeping soundly. The patient situated near the window in the second bed was dead. She was still warm. It seemed as if she had recently died. I knew the patient as one that I had spent a decent amount of time with over the past month. We enjoyed playing spades, hearts, and other card games. She was an avid reader who collected novels. The poor woman had macular degeneration so I read to her whenever I was stationed on this particular floor. Security arrived and checked the room, hall, and grounds for the tall character. No one was found.
The staff refer to this figure as “The Angel of Death”. It has been seen several times at the nursing home and continues to claim victims to this day. This figure does not respond to human contact. Those who see the figure report rushing into the patient’s room, only to find the lifeless body of a former patient and no evidence of the tall man.
Submitted by weirderscience.
What do you want from me? I’m just a kid who got in too deep. My walls are built up high, forever bound to be steep. I’ve got a bird’s eye view of all the secrets you keep. Try to tell me that you knew from the start, that I would come to know that most would never enter my heart. Because I’m colder than the others, It’s what sets me apart. You manipulate and try to shine your light on my dark. But this is my life. You should bounce and never call again.
You want a revelation,
You wanna get it right
But, it’s a conversation,
I just can’t have tonight
You want a revelation
Some kind of resolution
You want a revelation
No light, no light in your bright blue eyes
I never knew daylight could be so violent
A revelation in the light of day,
You can’t choose what stays and what fades away.
I still wonder everyday, does he tell you you look beautiful?
And each morning when you wake up, are you happy and know it’s all okay?
I tell her she looks rather haggish, she sends a plate at my head.
She wakes me up before 10, I throw her out a window.
I tell her she burned the soup, she strangles me in my sleep.
She puts too much sugar in the coffee, I decapitate her.
I leave my shoes on the floor, she tries to shove them down my throat.
Really. Can you feel the love here.