A Ghost In The Workplace?

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As many of you know, I am a nurse, and my workplace happens to be a hospital. Many people die in the hospital unfortunately, and there are no windows to open, as is customary, for the spirit, or soul, to escape. A dead one may lay in that room for hours, with windows bolted shut and the door closed, so that those passing by in the hallway will not see. Now I have heard many tales of people hearing strange things, and seeing strange things, but I have always been somewhat of a skeptic when it comes to paranormal activities. I have always debunked (or tried to) their stories, and have never experienced anything myself. Until now. I had went in to hook up my patient to his intravenous antibiotic infusion. I closed the door behind me as I entered, to give him his privacy. Of course, he decided this would be a good time to go to the bathroom, since he would be connected to the infusion for an hour, and I obliged. While he was in the bathroom, I was getting his infusion all set up. My back was toward the door, and I heard someone come in. I thought maybe it was a visitor for the patient, or perhaps another nurse or doctor. I could feel their presence in the room, but no one spoke. I felt a sudden warmth, almost hot, on the back of my neck, like someone was breathing on it. I turned to see what was going on, and no one was there. The door was still closed. The patient came out of the restroom and I hooked him up and assured him I would return in an hour to unhook him. I told him nothing of my experience, as this would be very unprofessional. An hour passed, and I did as I had promised. I returned to the patient's room to find him pale white and looking as if he had seen a ghost. I asked him if he was okay, and he said, "Someone just sat in that chair on top of my coat. I saw the coat move, the chair sank down, and I could hear the vinyl of the chair rubbing." I said "Okay, where are they now?" He said, "I never saw a person. I felt them in here, and saw the chair. Then they got up and I didn't feel them anymore." I explained to him that he had had medication earlier for pain. Morphine. Possibly it made him have a strange dream. He didn't buy it. "I wasn't asleep." I still did not tell him what had happened to me earlier. It would not have been proper. I asked him if he wanted me to call a clergy person, and he declined, but I could see the obvious uneasiness in his eyes. This is a true story, from personal experience. Any ideas? Any debunkers? Any rational explanation? Any similar experiences?