Spookyness

Naval Ghosts

*Credit to Kandy Ivy Kane on facebook*

Hello, I’m writing this because I believe I was given a message the world needs to hear. I work at one of the oldest military hospitals in the country. I work on the 6th floor to be exact. Strange things happen in this building. Yes, I know what you’re thinking. ‘It’s an old building, there’s bound to be some problems with it.’ But these aren’t just normal electrical problems, there is just something strange and off about this place. As I said, I work on the 6th floor, so every day I take the elevator up. At the most unexpected times the elevator always stops on the 4th floor (ICU) and 5th floor (the surgical ward) without anyone stopping it in the elevator or any one waiting to get on. If it were an electrical problem I think it would do this on any floor, but no, it’s just on these two particular floors. The staff here calls this the ‘Naval ghost’ haunting. One day I was by myself and it stopped on the 4th floor. Every time this happens no one ever gets off, they just wait for the doors to close and move again, but not today. I was too curious today. I was working a late shift, the hospital was pretty quiet. I got on the elevator hoping it would happen because I wanted to explore… It happened. It stopped on the 4th floor so I got off. I walked through, just gazing at all of the patients lying lifelessly on their beds. I came across an older guy, the talk was that he wasn’t going to make it. They were planning to pull the plug because his entire body was gone, the only thing keeping him alive were the machines connected to his heart making it work. Without the machines, he’d die. I stood there for a moment, staring at him. The air suddenly felt colder, like the temperature instantly dropped. Every pore on my body raised. I was spooked. As I was about to turn and walk away, I noticed something. The guy’s arm was twitching. I walked up to him and stood by his bed side, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Could he be waking up? Was he going to be ok? These questions flooded my mind. Soon he started to mutter, I couldn’t make out what he was saying but right after the muttering, he sat up. I was terrified. They said this man was dying, they said he had so much damage on his body that it was all gone and too late for him, how could this be? When he sat up comfortably, his eyes flew open.

“Son, are you one of them?” he asked.

“One of who?” I replied.

“The doctors… the ones that did those things to us?”

“No, I’m not.”

The strange thing was, he sounded much younger and healthier than he looked. This couldn’t be him speaking to me. This was too insane to be happening.

“You have to get me out of here, they want to turn us all in to those… things.”

“What things? What are you talking about?” I questioned.

“They’re trying to make us stronger and faster so that we can be better fighters, less weapons and more dangerous men, but their experiments didn’t work, how could it? It was insane to think they could even try to alter humans like this. They created deformed horrible man eating mutants. Those things never took orders from anyone, they just wanted to kill us all.”

“Wha-? When did this happen?”

“A few weeks ago at least, I don’t know how long I’ve been in here.”

“Do you know what year it is?” I asked hoping to see if I was talking to this man… or someone else.

“It’s 1917, son.” He replied.

And after that his body just dropped back down on the bed like it never happened. I ran out of there so quickly, I held my breath and just ran without looking back. I rushed to the elevator and went down to the first floor and left immediately. I didn’t sleep much and went back to work the next morning. As I was on my way up to my floor, the elevator stopped once again on the 4th floor. I saw them taking a body to the morgue. I stepped out to get a look at the body and it was the same guy. Something happened back in those days. Something we may never know about. I have to say, I’m glad those doctors never succeeded in whatever they were trying to do… Or did they?