I’ve met quite a few nurses over the years, for a variety of reasons, and every single one has said they’ve had a supernatural experience.
Back at my old apartment by the cemetery, strange things happened. One night, I walked past my guitar and it strummed—just a single swipe of the strings. Another time, I found my deodorant on the third shelf in my closet, even though it always stayed in the bathroom.
There were nights when I’d feel something settle onto my bed. I was too scared to look, so I pulled the covers over my head and pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. But one night, I finally decided to do something about it. I grabbed a pillow and threw it at some Children-of-the-Corn-looking guy sitting at the foot of my bed.