Scary Hospital Story

I was 24 years old, I had been helping a friend on their farm, we were going to move their sheep from one part of the farm to another. We were loading the sheep into a cattle trailer to move them. As I went to close the trailer gate, the last sheep turned around, head-butted me, knocked me down and got out of the trailer. I grabbed it by the feet, as it ran over me, and threw it back into the trailer, then kicked the gate closed with my foot. I turned to my friend, Paul, and ask if I was hurt. The look on his face said way more than I needed to know. I was bleeding badly, they took me to my dentist office, since I had braces on my teeth we thought that would be best.

I went in, he cut off my braces and pulled 12 teeth back into their upright position. He took x-rays and said both my upper and lower jaws were crushed. He arranged for me to see a facial surgeon. The surgeon did not want to do anything for a week since my bones were broken into so many fragments, he wanted the healing to begin so they would have something to hold them together.

I checked into the hospital a week later and went into surgery. I got back to the room, I would attempt to get up and go the bathroom, I would start bleeding badly and would nearly pass out. One of the nurses commented that she would have to give me something to keep me in bed, the Dr. said "I'd like to see that, I had to give him everything I had to just keep him out during surgery".

During the night I woke up to screaming from out in the hall. It was an old woman saying "help me they are trying to kill me", repeatedly. I figured it was someone possibly not in good mental condition. It went on for about a half-hour, finally I had to ring the bell to get someone to close my door so I could go back to sleep. I heard the nurses rushing around outside and a bell chiming. Finally, one said, "I hear the bell, but none of the lights are on." I called out to them so they would know it was me, a nurse came in, and ask what I needed, I ask her to close my door so I could go back to sleep, which she did.

The screaming went on, but was only a muffled sound then. So, I fell back to sleep. The next morning, I woke up, at the end of my bed was someone I hadn't seen since high school, it was my friend Mike, I was a little startled, since I new that Mike was now a mortician. For a moment, I wondered if I was still alive. I ask what he was doing there, he said, "the old lady in the next room died last night and he was there to pick-up her body." I have always wondered what happened, and if the lady died of natural causes, or if someone really killed her.