Originally Posted by whissiewoo
I was in an out of the Infirmary in the late 60's/early 70's , usually on the skin ward. remember being told it was an old nurse/sister who'd committed suicide . there was supposed to be another one who walked the grounds. can also remember if you were walking wounded or not too ill you could be taken to see a film in an annexe but had to walk underground down some tunnels past the mortuary which was quite creepy.
There were indeed underground tunnels under the Royal Infirmary. I worked there as a Pre Nursing Student in 1976 and vividly remember being scared witless by the stories of the grey lady who walked the tunnels.
There was also the story of a small girl who stitched a beautiful sampler of a picture of the old infirmary building - she died in the hospital and apparently wandered around looking for her Mummy.
I wonder if the framed stitch work still exists and if anyone knows where it is ?
You can miss someone who died
You can miss someone who moved away
But the worst is when you miss someone you see everyday.
To my lovely Mum - living with Alzeimers Disease for 8 years