I was working part-time as hospital security

This is a story from when I used to work part time as a nighttime hospital security guard.

It was around 2am and I was taking my scheduled nap as my partner worked the floor.

There was no nap room set up so we were using a room in a separate building that wasn’t occupied.

The morgue was located in the basement of that building so it was a little creepy, but just as I was getting used to it all “that thing” happened.

A nap is just a nap, so I never fell into that deep of a sleep, but I had “that dream.”

That is, I was crawling up the stairs.

I was struggling to wriggle up the stairs with all my might.

In the dream I was heading for a particular room, absentmindedly thinking “yes, this is it.”

It was a room I’d seen before.

It was the room I was sleeping in right now.

At that moment I opened my eyes. I was covered in sweat. I wiped my brow.

It felt so real.

“What a creepy dream,” I voiced to myself.

I wanted to get back to the building full of people right away.

But, whether I was even more tired than usual that day, I fell asleep again without realising it.

Then, “bang!” The sound of a large metal door closing woke me up.

For a moment I had no idea what was going on.

I wasn’t lying down like I should have been. It felt like both my legs were being pulled down by gravity.

Everything was dark.

There were only two dim lights.

I was in the morgue.

The sound I’d heard earlier was myself closing the door.

There was a dead body lying in the bed before me.

It seemed like I’d been called here.

Confused, I escaped back to the other building.

When I asked about it later, a man who had lost both legs died there that night.

That’s probably why he crawled up to summon me.


The white robed goddess of death

When I was in high school I caught the flu and had a high fever.

I was feeling faint so an ambulance took me to the hospital.

Turned out I had pneumonia and I slept for the next three days straight, but I didn’t get any better so I ended up staying in hospital for half a month.

A nurse came in regularly to change my drip and clean things up, but sometimes a nurse who looked to be in her 30s would come in and without doing anything in particular would just hang around and look at my face.

Finally I was able to eat again and started to get better, and I was able to talk to the nurse.

I asked her about the nurse in her 30s who would sometimes come around.

Who exactly was she?

“What did that person come to do?” I asked, but the nurse replied “There’s no staff here with that much free time.”

“Do you remember how many times she came?” the nurse asked, so I replied “five or six times.” “I wonder if she was a part-timer…” the nurse gave a vague answer and then left the room.

Then, one year after I left the hospital.

I broke a toe and was admitted again, and by chance I saw that nurse once more.

She was in the emergency hallway, looking at an elderly patient being carried on a stretcher with an expressionless look on her face.

Just as I was thinking it was a little strange, I got goosebumps all over my body.

She looked over and noticed me, and then slowly approached me.

“Can you see me?”

She asked.

Without thinking I covered my face with my hands, and in my heart I screamed over and over, “disappear, disappear!”

After about five minutes I looked up, and she was gone.

I thought she was nothing more than a ghost, but perhaps she was really a goddess of death.