About mid 2010, I was caring for six elderly women in a Private In-Home Supportive Care House, in Clovis California. 
These six women all had different health needs, but one thing in common, Dementia. This specific house was designed to provide women with Dementia a final Happiness, at the very last stage, before passing. Should any of the women be ready to pass, we would call the Families and advise them to come say their last good byes. 

My Job, was to properly care for these women during the Night Shifts. From time to time I would have some women that would forget where they where? I would remind them of who they are and where they live, then help them back into bed. Even on bad nights, I would sing to them to put them back to sleep. I did everything I could to care for them, much like children, or my own Grandmother. But these women would never truly be the same person before they died.

One night, I relieved a Caregiver who didn’t brief my on the events that happened earlier that day, she was in a hurry to leave. So I didn’t bother asking her because I could always just go double check on each lady during my shift.

I began cleaning the home, started a load of laundry and prepped meals for tomorrow’s shift. Around 2am, I always turn off some lights to save energy and I plug in the night lights instead.

It was now 3:05am, and I just finished checking on all the ladies to see if they were still sleeping? Then I went into the living room and grabbed the folded laundry to put away.

Their was one lady that we had for about 6 months that would keep getting out of bed around 3:30am, and she would always want a glass of water.

I was walking down the hallway putting all the ladies laundry away in their rooms, when I saw her walk out of her room in her nightgown and walk straight into the living room, as if she remembered where the kitchen was? I called out to her, but she kept walking, I entered the living room, I sat the laundry on the chair when you first walk in. I saw that she was confused of where the kitchen was, she had her back facing me and her hair was white and messy, she wouldn’t face me after I called out to her three times. So I took two steps towards her...and said, “Come here sweetie, I’m here to help you.”

Then I heard a voice coming from behind me. My lady was still in her room, and she asked me for a drink of water. I was so scared to turn around to see who was in the bedroom, & I couldn’t take my eyes off of this unknown woman in front of me.

I couldn’t move and I could feel my pulse on my neck. Then the woman in front of me began to turn and face me; but all I could see was her messy hair in her face. She was walking towards me and all I could do is breathe heavily and use my right arm to search on the wall on my right hand side to find the light switch. All I had was a night light near my ankles for light and I was scared, paralyzed with fear. The unknown lady began to reach out to me by extending her arms and open her hands.

I never blinked. I was able to find the light switch and click on it. When I did, the lady was gone; she vanished!

I let out a large breath and grabbed my heart. I turned around, and saw no one. I went to sit down on the couch and try to figure out every possible explanation, but couldn’t. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a cup of water for my lady, when I went into her room, she had fallen back to sleep. I kept looking at her while she slept, how similar she looked to the unknown women, but wasn’t. I tried not to think about it and told myself to stay busy during my shift, and I left all the hallway lights on, as well as the living room and kitchen, every night till the morning Caregiver arrived.

When the morning Caregiver came, she asked me how was my shift. I didn’t tell her what happened because I didn’t want to scare anyone, and I didn’t think anyone cared? Or would believe me? I was still scared and shaky by 7am. I told her I wanted to rush home, everything is ready for today’s shift and good luck. The Caregiver looked at me like I was being rude but I just wanted to go home.

When I returned to the House, the following shift which was Midnight. The same Caregiver was there, I apologized for my rudeness and as I began to explain my night, she interrupted and said, “Did you hear about Bonnie’s Sister? She died in her sleep last night. I didn’t want to tell her, did you?” I was confused?
“I didn’t know Bonnie had a sister? She never mentioned it, perhaps it’s because of the dementia?” I said.
The Caregiver said, “Yeah. Bonnie had a Sister who we cared for at the other location.”
I didn’t say anything about my shift. I didn’t say anything after that. The Caregiver grabbed her purse and walked to the front door. As she was leaving and I began to sit down to clock in by phone, the Caregiver said, “it must be hard to lose a twin sister? Good luck tonight.”
My eyes opened and I didn’t blink. I didn’t do anything but stair at the location where I saw the unknown woman.

I never saw her again. Bonnie died a few days later, on my day off. Once I found out Bonnie was gone, I stopped working there.

From what I was told by other Caregivers who worked there when I did. The owners sold the house, and bought another one a few house down, near their other location.

I’ve never been back to that house again, nor do I plan too.



I only shared this ghost encounter with my family. Even now, I’m still a Caregiver and they don’t want me working Nights.