The narrator, a retired nurse with 43 years of experience, had a deep commitment to staying by the side of patients in their final moments. Over the years, this dedication led to profound and chilling encounters that defy medical explanation. 



On multiple occasions, the narrator claimed to have witnessed what they believe to be the soul leaving the body. These events weren’t marked by drama, but rather by a quiet, awe-inspiring presence that surfaced at the exact moment of death. With the patient’s final breath, something would lift—a subtle, shimmering shape that hovered roughly six inches above the body. The narrator described it as a kind of “thickened air,” transparent but visibly moving, as though alive with energy. It remained for a few seconds, gently wavering, before gradually fading away. There was never a sense of fear—just a mysterious, reverent stillness. And for the narrator, there was no doubt—this was the soul departing.


But not all of the narrator’s experiences happened in the sterile calm of hospital deathbeds. While working on a psychiatric unit, a moment of unexpected truth came from a teenage girl being admitted. During routine questions designed to assess mental state, the girl casually mentioned that she sometimes sees people others can’t. Her family, she explained, had a gift—some of them could see spirits. Curious, the narrator asked for more detail. The girl calmly pointed down the hall and said, “There’s a dead man walking over there. He hung himself.”


This statement struck the narrator with unsettling force. Just the day before, a male patient had taken his life on the unit—he had hung himself using a doorknob. The girl had no way of knowing this. When asked to describe the spirit, she gave a precise physical description that matched the deceased patient exactly, right down to the clothing and shirt color he had been wearing when he died. The encounter was chilling, not just for the accuracy of her account, but for the detached ease with which she spoke about it—like seeing the dead was just a normal part of her world.


She went on to say that when she attends funerals, she often sees the spirits of the departed lingering nearby. It was not something she feared, only something she lived with—a sight beyond what others could perceive. These experiences, told by the narrator with conviction, leave an impression that’s hard to shake. Whether one believes in the soul, the afterlife, or spirit sightings, these stories come from someone who spent a lifetime standing at the edge of life and death. For them, what they saw wasn’t fiction or imagination. It was real. And it still lingers in memory.