Work Experience

After graduating high school I got a job during the summer months before going to college and then I would have to go to part time work (mostly weekends). I graduated with a CNA certification and was hired at a local nursing home. After working there for about a month I was on the night shift so that I could attend classes during the day and work during the night (as long as I didn't have school the next morning). Some of my co-workers told me about a little girl spirit.

The story behind the little girl was that she visited the residents about a week before they were going to pass away. Having had other previous paranormal experiences this wasn't a "yeah-okay-whatever" story. I kept an open mind on things like these.

Well a couple of nights later, I was working and about 2:30/3:00am I heard men talking down one of the hallways branching off of the nurse's station. I looked up from my charting and asked the nurse and one of the other CNA's if they heard that also. They both nodded. I decided to go investigate because I was concerned if one of the residents was awake (didn't want them to try and get up and risk falling). The other CNA was watching the other call lights for me while I was investigating.

After a room to room check, everyone was asleep and there were no T.V.s or radios going. I let my co-workers know and we all agreed it was probably some of the residents that have passed away just wanting to talk with people.

Well fast forward about 3 or 4 months of working there, I was working on a different hallway and was doing my 2am rounds (checking on incontinent residents/safety checks). I got to the end of the hallway, last room on the left.*Larry's* room (names are changed for privacy). I got all of my supplies ready for changing him and turning him. He had trouble moving and talking but if you gave Larry enough time he could communicate with simple sentences and nodding and shaking of his head.

I was doing my work with Larry and he kept looking at the corner of his room between his sliding glass door and his closet. I asked, "Larry what are you looking at?" He replied, "The little girl." I then asked him, "really?" Larry nodded his head yes and smiled at the corner of the room.

I asked him, "Does the little girl have a name?" Again Larry nodded his head and said, "Rachel". I then asked him what she looked like, he replied, "blonde pigtails with a blue dress". I said hi to Rachel and smiled down a Larry and I see a tear in his eyes.

I asked Larry why he was tearing up and he said, "She wants to play." I told him and Rachel that it was bed time and that they could play in the morning. After I was done repositioning Larry. I cleaned up my supplies and walked back toward the nurse's station to document what cares I have done to which people.

I then asked my co-workers what the residents said about the girl and any other information they had on what she looked like or if she had a name. They said she has blonde hair and a blue dress, sometimes seen with a doll in her arms. As you have previously read when I first learned about the little girl spirit they never told me what she looked like or what she wore.

About a week later after attending my classes and that Friday night (a week has passed since I worked) I was again on that hallway with Larry and some other residents. I was walking down the hallway to Larry's room and I looked up from my paper that I wrote all my notes on and seen a little girl looking around his room's doorway. I started tearing up after the initial shock factor settled down and started doing my work with Larry. He was also tearing up and we looked at each other and didn't really need words to communicate.

We both knew, his time was coming and he was ready. He said to me that night on my last rounds, "Rachel is ready for me, and I'm ready to go and play." I looked into his wise old eyes and said, "I know Larry. You two will have so much fun together for a long time, goodbye." He was smiling and I knew he was finally content. He was locked in a body that had broken down on him and wouldn't move or work anymore.

Two days later he was on comfort care. The next week when I went to work he had passed away. I was so happy that I had a chance to see the little girl and know that his time was coming to have the chance to say goodbye.

After Larry passed away I could always feel a presence in that room and it wasn't a bad presence and it wasn't all the time. I like to think it was Larry just stopping in to look in at his old home and possibly me.