In the quiet, dimly lit halls of aged care homes—often called "God’s Waiting Room"—the narrator recounts a haunting collection of experiences. As someone who spent years working closely with the elderly, the narrator kept a list of names of every resident who passed away during their tenure. 



While some might find that unsettling, for the narrator it was a comforting ritual—an act of remembrance for the laughter, stories, and final moments of those who once filled those rooms.

Among the many strange happenings, one presence stood out: Millie, the home's long-haired cat. Millie wasn’t just a friendly companion—she seemed to possess an uncanny sense for the end. Whenever she chose a particular resident's bed and stayed there for days on end, staff quietly understood what was coming. Her quiet vigil was never wrong. It was as if she knew—an eerie yet oddly peaceful warning of what lay ahead.

Yet not all of the stories carried that sense of quiet comfort. On one ward, staff occasionally witnessed a figure known as “the woman in the long white nightgown.” She made her rounds silently, moving from room to room during the night shift. No one ever reported harm from her—just her presence, visible under the dim corridor lights, always walking, always watching.

Then there were encounters far more chilling. At a facility in the Blue Mountains, a registered nurse named Judy shared a terrifying experience. One night, while exhausted and working alone at the nurse’s station, she was startled when a colleague came rushing toward her, flipping on the corridor lights. When asked why, the other nurse confessed she had seen a dark figure standing directly behind Judy, arm raised as if to strike. She hadn’t seen a face, only a shape—shadowy and menacing. And she wasn’t the only one. Other nurses had similar stories. The dark entity was not a passing illusion; it had been seen by many. No intruder was ever found, and no explanation ever surfaced.

Judy left soon after that night.

From unseen figures to prophetic cats, the stories shared by the narrator reflect an unsettling truth: something strange lingers in the twilight spaces of aged care homes. Whether spirits, echoes of the past, or something else entirely—no one can say for sure. But those who have worked there know: not everything can be explained.