My house may be haunted

[Anonymous]

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Anonymous wrote:I’ve always been wary of the supernatural, anxious to find a reason behind the phenomenon, if only to keep myself from getting too scared. I have no logical explanation for what happens in my house. When we moved in, my oldest was 2. His bedroom closet has a small door in the back leading to the attic. My husband and I called it a “Malkovich Door,” put a lock on it, and didn’t think about it any more. Until my son started crying at night. He cried because of the mean man in his closet. Every night. Same spot. I stayed calm, told him to yell at the man to go away, and burned a smudge stick just to be safe. (Trying not to believe in ghosts and actually not believing in them are two different things.) Eventually my son started sleeping again, so I chalked it up to a lot of changes in a short time.

Five years later, my youngest, 3, started having the same “nightmares” about “a spooky guy is in my closet!”

“Yeah, he’s always been there,” my oldest said. “I just stopped talking about him.”

Freaky. There was a man who lived behind a little door like that when I was a kid. I wasn't scared of him, just knew that he was back there. Well, I wasn't scared until I got older and realized that there wasn't supposed to be a man living behind the crawl space door....

Oh, and he wasn't just in my house. He was also at other houses. Not every house. Just some houses.

[Anonymous]

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Anonymous wrote:In our previous house, we could hear someone walking across the bedroom carpet at night and then we would feel them sit on the bed. We both experienced this separately and mentioned it to each other. Extremely freaky. It's never happened in our current house.

Is that why you moved?

No, we moved for different reasons, but had we stayed we would have switched bedrooms to sleep in a different room. The ghost or whatever only appeared in our master bedroom, which was previously an attic that we'd turned into a bedroom.

[Anonymous]

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Anonymous wrote:Great timing with Halloween around the corner and the release of "Paranormal Activity." When we moved into our almost 100 year old house, my DS was terrified of something in his room and kept waking up in the middle of the night. He asked me "Whose the old lady in my room at night?" He slept on the couch for almost a year. My sister was visiting and slept next to the room where DS sleeps and said she kept waking up at night because she felt someone sitting on her bed. She hasn't been back to visit since. I've heard knocking on my bedroom door when there is no one there as well as foot steps and banging. There's a room in my basement where my dog refuses to enter. I could go on and on.

This isn't my story, but I have heard 17 different members of the same extended family tell it. My friend left her abusive husband. She moved her 7 kids halfway across the country for a fresh start. For a long time, they framed into 1-2 bedroom apartments because all she could get were shitty jobs. Then, someone told her about an old farmhouse for rent. The farm fields had been bought by a neighboring farmer, but he rented out the house and barn. Hew as asking less for the house than their two bedroom and it was zoned to a nicer school. So she rents it.

They move in and instantly there are problems. But when you have 3 boys between 5 and 14, it's easy to write off noise as the kid you don't see at the moment. Then, it started happening while the 8 of them were all seated at dinner. The mom's Catholic, but she forgets or ignores everything we learn about how to handle this. She tries befriending it. That just strengthen it. She tries fighting it herself. Now it's mad.

By the time her family drives out there for Thanksgiving, they are sleeping bunched up in two of the six bedrooms. Her brother takes a third bedroom for his wife and kid. One sister and mother take a fourth room. Her baby sister refuses to share a room and heads for the one room they never use. My friend and her kids all plead with the sister/aunt. She doubles down.

A little after midnight, they are all awakened by sobbing and pleading from the baby aunt's room. The adults run in and find two dressers on top of her on the bed. It takes my friend, her brother, other sister, and mom to pull them off. They said the furniture felt heavy until they got it off her, then it was lightweight. They also felt dizzy, full of dread, and like time was passing very slowly.

They drag the sister off the bed and into the hall. The door slammed shut behind them and they hear furniture crashing up against it.

The entire family hightailed it out for the night and slept in their cars. Baby aunt still can't talk yet about what happened. The next day is thanksgiving so nothing's open and the motels are packed. So they head back into the house. It looks like a bomb went off. They grab whatever food isn't ruined and have tuna and ham sandwiches for breakfast and thanksgiving dinner.

The brother's wife decides she can talk to this spirit and goes inside. At first, all seems good. No screaming. No flying furniture. But then 30, 45 minutes go by and they realize they've heard nothing at all. The adults go back in the house and start getting dizzy and moving slowly. They decide to split up and each search two rooms, then leave. My friend finds her SIL with her face plastered against the wall in the bad room. She grabs at her and gets pushed back out of the room. She gets her brother, sisters, and mom. The had to make a human chain to get the SIL out. She said something had her hair and was trying to pull her through the wall. The hair on that side of her head fell out. It grew back silver.

They said "F-ck this house.", slept in the cars again, and the next day hired a Uhaul and moved everything out, then came back to Maryland. Baby aunt became super religious.

What state is this house and when did it happen?

[Anonymous]

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Anonymous wrote:I believe, but I still have to make a joke, sorry. Why can't Sam and Dean come help me?? I mean, I watched all 11 season! That actor acting Dean is fine.

You're not allowed to add any levity to threads like these. The "Believe or go to hell" posters who patrol the supernatural threads like they're playing whack-a-mole will bash you over the head with their meaty fists.

Now levitation, that's a perfectly acceptable subject matter. Speaking of, I was at the breakfast table this morning, drinking my mystery coffee (after talking myself down from a nightmare scenario I decided a loved one had gotten up early; hey, we all have a right to kid ourselves every now and then) and reading the rumpled paper, when I saw the temperature on the outside thermometer start to go up all by itself. I know it's summer in Washington, but it was freaky as hell. I went inside and closed the door, safe and sound, then turned on the AC. Then I got goosebumps, so I put the whole thing out of my mind. Life is scary sometimes. I just got a chill -- a ghost must have walked over my grave. Or I should move further away from this godforsaken vent.

Didn't even finish reading this because it is so dull, stupid, and lacking any originality. I don't believe in ghosts either, but the stories are fun. Your stories are lame and contribute nothing.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I grew up in Louisville, KY. There was this old, abandoned hospital which was initially a Tuberculosis hospital and then turned Mental Health institution way back in the 40s. It's been abandoned for a long time.

For fun (!) teen agers used to go up to the abandoned hospital and horse around - it is up on a big hill, surrounded by woods. It was a popular dare for us high schoolers to see if anyone could last all night up there.

We would see things, specifically like a woman, who would appear randomly in the hallways, standing or sitting in a chair. We thought it was cool. For fun, we would slide down the chute that they sent dead bodies down (maybe a 45 degree angle) into the basement. Yeah - I know. Stupid teenagers.

It was so dark, even in broad daylight, you had to have a bunch of flashlights.

We'd go up on the roof and look out over the city. We always had to be mindful of cops, cause they would occasionally get word that teenagers were "up at the old hospital again".

My dad would find flashlights in my room or the car, and be like - where did all these flashlights come from, and why the fuck do you need so many?!

So a couple of years ago, I was visiting my dad (still in KY) and for some reason we started talking about my teenage years. I confessed to him about my adventures as a teenager, galavanting around Old Waverly Place.

Low and behold - he was surprised as hell, because apparently some couple bought the place, and makes a killing on haunted tours at Halloween. They have a website and everything. This was all news to me. Us a kid, it was just an old, run down place to roam around and "play with ghosts" as we liked to say.


http://therealwaverlyhills.com/newsite/

There's a picture on this website, of the exact woman we used to see. When I was at my day's he pulled up the website for me and as soon as I saw that picture, I flew back in my chair and threw his iPad out of lap (he was not happy about that, haha).

That is the SAME woman we used to see. And we saw other stuff too. At the time, we teenagers thought maybe it was a play of light, or shadows...

Scariest places on Earth (the tv show) went there, but couldn't last all night. They left in the middle of the night (only few of such places have they ever left in the middle of the night).

I can't believe we slid down the incinerator shoot. And on the tour they give, they only take people to a certain part of the hospital. We went all over. For years. I could tell those people some stories and give a tour of a lifetime. You come inside that hospital with me, and it will make any non-believe in ghosts do a 180, I promise.

When we were there, all the old equipment, rusty bed frames, old medical equipment, chairs, were all there...if on,y we had cell phones back then to take pics, lol.

OMG! You should do an ama. Finally one that I would be interested in.

[Anonymous]

I come down to the kitchen for breakfast on a Saturday morning. My mom and my sister are already up, and they look exhausted. My mom asks, "Did you sleep alright?"

"Yeah," says I.

"Even after you woke up?"

"...I woke up?"

Sometime in the middle of night, I had started screaming. My mom rushed into my room and found me sitting up in bed, screaming, "ROY! ROY! ROY! ROY!" She did her best to calm me down while shooing away my pissed-off sister who had stormed in to find out what the fuck was going on with me. She asked me who Roy was, but I would only say that he was "a bad man." I didn't say anything but "Roy is a bad man."

I'm shocked as they're telling me all of this. And they're surprised that I don't remember — but then again, I'm the sound sleeper of the house who can doze through lightning storms. We write it off as some weird nightmare that I don't remember.

Years later, I'm off at my first year of college. My mom sends me a videotape in the mail; she didn't mention it before I had left, as in "Hey, keep your eye on the mailbox" or anything. I press play, and it's my mom taking a video camera through our house. She was moving, and sent the tape as one last walk through of the now-empty house before she left. It was sweet and a little tear-jerking, until she said, "So, here's something you might find interesting," when she approached a closet in her bedroom.

This closet, aside from being the hiding place for all the Xmas gifts, was also always packed full of old luggage and other odds and ends. You could only go three feet in before you would have to start climbing on things to go farther. She goes in with the camera and I see that there are purple crayon drawings on the wall, down at the height where a small child would draw. There are random scribbles, some stick figures, something that may have been a dog. I was already puzzled, because I had no memory of ever playing in this closet and I don't know how I would have drawn on the walls when they were, in my mind, always covered.

Then the camera comes to a word on the wall.

ROY

And my mom must not have remembered that night. She said on the tape, "Roy...I wonder who Roy is."

[Anonymous]

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Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:I believe, but I still have to make a joke, sorry. Why can't Sam and Dean come help me?? I mean, I watched all 11 season! That actor acting Dean is fine.

You're not allowed to add any levity to threads like these. The "Believe or go to hell" posters who patrol the supernatural threads like they're playing whack-a-mole will bash you over the head with their meaty fists.

Now levitation, that's a perfectly acceptable subject matter. Speaking of, I was at the breakfast table this morning, drinking my mystery coffee (after talking myself down from a nightmare scenario I decided a loved one had gotten up early; hey, we all have a right to kid ourselves every now and then) and reading the rumpled paper, when I saw the temperature on the outside thermometer start to go up all by itself. I know it's summer in Washington, but it was freaky as hell. I went inside and closed the door, safe and sound, then turned on the AC. Then I got goosebumps, so I put the whole thing out of my mind. Life is scary sometimes. I just got a chill -- a ghost must have walked over my grave. Or I should move further away from this godforsaken vent.

Didn't even finish reading this because it is so dull, stupid, and lacking any originality. I don't believe in ghosts either, but the stories are fun. Your stories are lame and contribute nothing.

I can't even bring myself to write my first response to this comment. At least my "dull, stupid" and unoriginal post wasn't mean spirited and filled with ugliness and hatred, like yours. I enjoyed writing it. You made me feel terrible, though, congratulations. Must suck to have that effect on people.

I think you need an exorcism. I highly recommend one for you, PP. You have a really bad aura -- your post gave me a bad feeling even over the internet.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I come down to the kitchen for breakfast on a Saturday morning. My mom and my sister are already up, and they look exhausted. My mom asks, "Did you sleep alright?"

"Yeah," says I.

"Even after you woke up?"

"...I woke up?"

Sometime in the middle of night, I had started screaming. My mom rushed into my room and found me sitting up in bed, screaming, "ROY! ROY! ROY! ROY!" She did her best to calm me down while shooing away my pissed-off sister who had stormed in to find out what the fuck was going on with me. She asked me who Roy was, but I would only say that he was "a bad man." I didn't say anything but "Roy is a bad man."

I'm shocked as they're telling me all of this. And they're surprised that I don't remember — but then again, I'm the sound sleeper of the house who can doze through lightning storms. We write it off as some weird nightmare that I don't remember.

Years later, I'm off at my first year of college. My mom sends me a videotape in the mail; she didn't mention it before I had left, as in "Hey, keep your eye on the mailbox" or anything. I press play, and it's my mom taking a video camera through our house. She was moving, and sent the tape as one last walk through of the now-empty house before she left. It was sweet and a little tear-jerking, until she said, "So, here's something you might find interesting," when she approached a closet in her bedroom.

This closet, aside from being the hiding place for all the Xmas gifts, was also always packed full of old luggage and other odds and ends. You could only go three feet in before you would have to start climbing on things to go farther. She goes in with the camera and I see that there are purple crayon drawings on the wall, down at the height where a small child would draw. There are random scribbles, some stick figures, something that may have been a dog. I was already puzzled, because I had no memory of ever playing in this closet and I don't know how I would have drawn on the walls when they were, in my mind, always covered.

Then the camera comes to a word on the wall.

ROY

And my mom must not have remembered that night. She said on the tape, "Roy...I wonder who Roy is."

Have you asked your sister if she remembers making those crayon marks on the wall?

[Anonymous]

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Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:I believe, but I still have to make a joke, sorry. Why can't Sam and Dean come help me?? I mean, I watched all 11 season! That actor acting Dean is fine.

You're not allowed to add any levity to threads like these. The "Believe or go to hell" posters who patrol the supernatural threads like they're playing whack-a-mole will bash you over the head with their meaty fists.

Now levitation, that's a perfectly acceptable subject matter. Speaking of, I was at the breakfast table this morning, drinking my mystery coffee (after talking myself down from a nightmare scenario I decided a loved one had gotten up early; hey, we all have a right to kid ourselves every now and then) and reading the rumpled paper, when I saw the temperature on the outside thermometer start to go up all by itself. I know it's summer in Washington, but it was freaky as hell. I went inside and closed the door, safe and sound, then turned on the AC. Then I got goosebumps, so I put the whole thing out of my mind. Life is scary sometimes. I just got a chill -- a ghost must have walked over my grave. Or I should move further away from this godforsaken vent.

Didn't even finish reading this because it is so dull, stupid, and lacking any originality. I don't believe in ghosts either, but the stories are fun. Your stories are lame and contribute nothing.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:I believe, but I still have to make a joke, sorry. Why can't Sam and Dean come help me?? I mean, I watched all 11 season! That actor acting Dean is fine.

You're not allowed to add any levity to threads like these. The "Believe or go to hell" posters who patrol the supernatural threads like they're playing whack-a-mole will bash you over the head with their meaty fists.

Now levitation, that's a perfectly acceptable subject matter. Speaking of, I was at the breakfast table this morning, drinking my mystery coffee (after talking myself down from a nightmare scenario I decided a loved one had gotten up early; hey, we all have a right to kid ourselves every now and then) and reading the rumpled paper, when I saw the temperature on the outside thermometer start to go up all by itself. I know it's summer in Washington, but it was freaky as hell. I went inside and closed the door, safe and sound, then turned on the AC. Then I got goosebumps, so I put the whole thing out of my mind. Life is scary sometimes. I just got a chill -- a ghost must have walked over my grave. Or I should move further away from this godforsaken vent.

Didn't even finish reading this because it is so dull, stupid, and lacking any originality. I don't believe in ghosts either, but the stories are fun. Your stories are lame and contribute nothing.

I can't even bring myself to write my first response to this comment. At least my "dull, stupid" and unoriginal post wasn't mean spirited and filled with ugliness and hatred, like yours. I enjoyed writing it. You made me feel terrible, though, congratulations. Must suck to have that effect on people.

I think you need an exorcism. I highly recommend one for you, PP. You have a really bad aura -- your post gave me a bad feeling even over the internet.

If anyone is being mean spirited, it is you. You're trying to spoil everyone's fun by posting your stupid stories. And they are not funny or clever.

By the way, since you have outed yourself as a non-believer, I should mention that it is offensive, deeply offensive, to tell someone you think they're possessed by a spirit. And many people would think you're playing with fire by even mentioning it. Just go away please.

[Anonymous]

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Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:I’ve always been wary of the supernatural, anxious to find a reason behind the phenomenon, if only to keep myself from getting too scared. I have no logical explanation for what happens in my house. When we moved in, my oldest was 2. His bedroom closet has a small door in the back leading to the attic. My husband and I called it a “Malkovich Door,” put a lock on it, and didn’t think about it any more. Until my son started crying at night. He cried because of the mean man in his closet. Every night. Same spot. I stayed calm, told him to yell at the man to go away, and burned a smudge stick just to be safe. (Trying not to believe in ghosts and actually not believing in them are two different things.) Eventually my son started sleeping again, so I chalked it up to a lot of changes in a short time.

Five years later, my youngest, 3, started having the same “nightmares” about “a spooky guy is in my closet!”

“Yeah, he’s always been there,” my oldest said. “I just stopped talking about him.”

Freaky. There was a man who lived behind a little door like that when I was a kid. I wasn't scared of him, just knew that he was back there. Well, I wasn't scared until I got older and realized that there wasn't supposed to be a man living behind the crawl space door....

Oh, and he wasn't just in my house. He was also at other houses. Not every house. Just some houses.

Could it possibly be a protective spirit?

[Anonymous]

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Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:In our previous house, we could hear someone walking across the bedroom carpet at night and then we would feel them sit on the bed. We both experienced this separately and mentioned it to each other. Extremely freaky. It's never happened in our current house.

Is that why you moved?

No, we moved for different reasons, but had we stayed we would have switched bedrooms to sleep in a different room. The ghost or whatever only appeared in our master bedroom, which was previously an attic that we'd turned into a bedroom.

I would have totally moved/sold the house. Terrifying!!

[Anonymous]

I do not believe in ghosts/afterlife/etc.

However, every time I leave my house and leave the radio on, it is turned off. Every time I leave lights on, some are off, some are on. I live in a 100 year old plus rowhouse in DC, where I am sure someone died in (we found the newspaper clipping). Otherwise we have not seen or heard anything. Would really love it if someone could explain that sometimes radios turn off by themselves.

[Anonymous]

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Anonymous wrote:Great timing with Halloween around the corner and the release of "Paranormal Activity." When we moved into our almost 100 year old house, my DS was terrified of something in his room and kept waking up in the middle of the night. He asked me "Whose the old lady in my room at night?" He slept on the couch for almost a year. My sister was visiting and slept next to the room where DS sleeps and said she kept waking up at night because she felt someone sitting on her bed. She hasn't been back to visit since. I've heard knocking on my bedroom door when there is no one there as well as foot steps and banging. There's a room in my basement where my dog refuses to enter. I could go on and on.

This isn't my story, but I have heard 17 different members of the same extended family tell it. My friend left her abusive husband. She moved her 7 kids halfway across the country for a fresh start. For a long time, they framed into 1-2 bedroom apartments because all she could get were shitty jobs. Then, someone told her about an old farmhouse for rent. The farm fields had been bought by a neighboring farmer, but he rented out the house and barn. Hew as asking less for the house than their two bedroom and it was zoned to a nicer school. So she rents it.

They move in and instantly there are problems. But when you have 3 boys between 5 and 14, it's easy to write off noise as the kid you don't see at the moment. Then, it started happening while the 8 of them were all seated at dinner. The mom's Catholic, but she forgets or ignores everything we learn about how to handle this. She tries befriending it. That just strengthen it. She tries fighting it herself. Now it's mad.

By the time her family drives out there for Thanksgiving, they are sleeping bunched up in two of the six bedrooms. Her brother takes a third bedroom for his wife and kid. One sister and mother take a fourth room. Her baby sister refuses to share a room and heads for the one room they never use. My friend and her kids all plead with the sister/aunt. She doubles down.

A little after midnight, they are all awakened by sobbing and pleading from the baby aunt's room. The adults run in and find two dressers on top of her on the bed. It takes my friend, her brother, other sister, and mom to pull them off. They said the furniture felt heavy until they got it off her, then it was lightweight. They also felt dizzy, full of dread, and like time was passing very slowly.

They drag the sister off the bed and into the hall. The door slammed shut behind them and they hear furniture crashing up against it.

The entire family hightailed it out for the night and slept in their cars. Baby aunt still can't talk yet about what happened. The next day is thanksgiving so nothing's open and the motels are packed. So they head back into the house. It looks like a bomb went off. They grab whatever food isn't ruined and have tuna and ham sandwiches for breakfast and thanksgiving dinner.

The brother's wife decides she can talk to this spirit and goes inside. At first, all seems good. No screaming. No flying furniture. But then 30, 45 minutes go by and they realize they've heard nothing at all. The adults go back in the house and start getting dizzy and moving slowly. They decide to split up and each search two rooms, then leave. My friend finds her SIL with her face plastered against the wall in the bad room. She grabs at her and gets pushed back out of the room. She gets her brother, sisters, and mom. The had to make a human chain to get the SIL out. She said something had her hair and was trying to pull her through the wall. The hair on that side of her head fell out. It grew back silver.

They said "F-ck this house.", slept in the cars again, and the next day hired a Uhaul and moved everything out, then came back to Maryland. Baby aunt became super religious.

Terrifying. Terrifying.

[Anonymous]

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Anonymous wrote:I grew up in Louisville, KY. There was this old, abandoned hospital which was initially a Tuberculosis hospital and then turned Mental Health institution way back in the 40s. It's been abandoned for a long time.

For fun (!) teen agers used to go up to the abandoned hospital and horse around - it is up on a big hill, surrounded by woods. It was a popular dare for us high schoolers to see if anyone could last all night up there.

We would see things, specifically like a woman, who would appear randomly in the hallways, standing or sitting in a chair. We thought it was cool. For fun, we would slide down the chute that they sent dead bodies down (maybe a 45 degree angle) into the basement. Yeah - I know. Stupid teenagers.

It was so dark, even in broad daylight, you had to have a bunch of flashlights.

We'd go up on the roof and look out over the city. We always had to be mindful of cops, cause they would occasionally get word that teenagers were "up at the old hospital again".

My dad would find flashlights in my room or the car, and be like - where did all these flashlights come from, and why the fuck do you need so many?!

So a couple of years ago, I was visiting my dad (still in KY) and for some reason we started talking about my teenage years. I confessed to him about my adventures as a teenager, galavanting around Old Waverly Place.

Low and behold - he was surprised as hell, because apparently some couple bought the place, and makes a killing on haunted tours at Halloween. They have a website and everything. This was all news to me. Us a kid, it was just an old, run down place to roam around and "play with ghosts" as we liked to say.


http://therealwaverlyhills.com/newsite/

There's a picture on this website, of the exact woman we used to see. When I was at my day's he pulled up the website for me and as soon as I saw that picture, I flew back in my chair and threw his iPad out of lap (he was not happy about that, haha).

That is the SAME woman we used to see. And we saw other stuff too. At the time, we teenagers thought maybe it was a play of light, or shadows...

Scariest places on Earth (the tv show) went there, but couldn't last all night. They left in the middle of the night (only few of such places have they ever left in the middle of the night).

I can't believe we slid down the incinerator shoot. And on the tour they give, they only take people to a certain part of the hospital. We went all over. For years. I could tell those people some stories and give a tour of a lifetime. You come inside that hospital with me, and it will make any non-believe in ghosts do a 180, I promise.

When we were there, all the old equipment, rusty bed frames, old medical equipment, chairs, were all there...if on,y we had cell phones back then to take pics, lol.

Which lady did you see? There are many pictures on that website.

This story freaked me out:

An episode of the Sci-Fi Channel television show Ghost Hunters featured the cast's investigation of Waverly Hills, including a local myth about the death of a nurse by murder or suicide in Room 502. Legend says the nurse found out she was pregnant by the owner of the sanatorium without being married and had contracted tuberculosis, so she hanged herself with a light bulb wire outside the room she was in at the time.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Waverly_Hills_Sanatorium#Legends_and_ghosts