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The Hello and welcome to 15 days of festive fear day number nine.

And I have two spooky stories for you today.

And story number one comes from Tina.

A little background to my story.

I'm a registered nurse.

I worked in the hospital for many years,

however, once my husband and I decided to start a family,

the long hours on the ward were just not suitable for me.

I struggled to manage childcare and decided to find something that suited me better.

I was offered a job as an out-of-hours district nurse,

Monday to Friday with the odd weekend, 5pm until midnight.

This was perfect.

It meant I could look after my children during the day

and then my husband could take over after work.

So the evening of my first shift arrived.

I had all the details emailed to me in regards to where my team were based and where we would collect our supplies for the shift.

Bandages, syringes, catheters, etc.

The email clearly stated the health centre that we were based in, housed an emergency walk-in centre until 8am till 4pm, and then at 4pm it closed

so district nurses were to enter the building via the back entrance, using our ID badge to swipe in the

door, then enter into a long corridor where all the equipment would be in the stock rooms on the right-hand

side.

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