Baton Rouge General

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the clinic doors closed and only emergency lights illuminated the hallway, a strange voice would occasionally crackle over the intercom: ‘Please return your lost stethoscope to room 308.’ No one ever did. One evening, an exhausted delivery driver dozed off in his car outside the clinic. Suddenly, he heard the intercom whisper, ‘Sir, please wake up—your stethoscope is snoring louder than you are!’

2. Late one night, as an orderly wheeled a gurney down the empty corridor, he heard it—a soft, rhythmic tapping coming from behind the locked supply closet. Curious, he approached and peeked inside. There, in the dim light, was an old janitor humming softly to himself while tapping out a beat on an abandoned medical cart. ‘Must be practicing for his next gig,’ the orderly thought with a smile, turning away just as the janitor started singing ‘La Bamba’.

3. Late one night, an orderly pushed a gurney through the dimly lit hallway of Baton Rouge General. Suddenly, over the intercom, came a voice: ‘Attention all staff—please report to the lobby immediately.’ Everyone rushed downstairs, but no one was there except for a mysterious note on the reception desk: “Don’t worry, it’s just your imagination.” Finally, a delivery driver arrived with some much-needed supplies. He joked, ‘Guess someone forgot to turn off the ghost alarm again!’ The next day, everyone found out that the hospital had simply changed its emergency protocol—and the note was left by a prank-loving nurse.

4. Late one night, an orderly pushed a gurney through the dimly lit hallway of Baton Rouge General. Suddenly, over the intercom came a voice: ‘Attention, patients and staff. Please be advised that our supply of band-aids has been mysteriously replaced with glow-in-the-dark bandaids.’ The orderly stopped, looked around suspiciously, then turned off the lights. Sure enough, every bandage on the gurney began softly glowing in the darkness. He chuckled, thinking it was some prankster’s idea of fun. As he approached a patient’s room, a soft whisper echoed from within: 'Hey doc, can I get a light for my cigarette?'