The Ghosts in my ICU

Willowy wisps of white unnatural beings gliding across the roam, whispering words in a warped voice that strikes fear into the heart though one knows not why, through a faceless face, for surely that is no normal profile as a human has ever seen in daytime, featureless but for two dark glistening pits whose glassy stare speaks of an inevitable fate. 
     I used to mock the traditional image of the ghost. 
You know the one I am talking about. No, not the silly Ramsay brothers 'pizza on the face' B...