14 Graveyard Shift Workers Share The Craziest And Most Unbelievable Things They Have Ever Seen While Working
Everything becomes way scarier during the night, that's why graveyard shifts are just the worst especially if your job happens to be located in a creepy environment. During that time you become much more aware of your surroundings and freak out over the smallest things that you normally ignore under regular circumstances, which is pretty ridiculous, and if you think about it rationally just for a couple of minutes you will realize that you're just overreacting.
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Roughly 5 years ago, I was working Janitorial in a mall in British Columbia. The task I was assigned was to clean all the main entrances to the mall (pretty basic: mop floors, clean windows, vaccuum rugs) and it was wierd to see people walking around the exterior of the mall for a few reasons. Large parking lot, and it's really late at night.This random drunk dude wanders up to the main doors, waves at me and asks how I'm doing. I wave back and say "fine". He then whips out his penis and starts trying to pee on me through the small crack in the door. Lucklily, the crack isn't that big, and i'm quick enough to get out of the way of the stream that makes it through the door. He started laughing and as I stood in shock, staring at him, a police officer flashes his lights and the guy starts to run. He didn't make it very far.Apparently, security was watching me on camera almost getting pissed on, so he called the cops. Watched the video with him. Many lols were had.
I used to work in a hospital (in the IT department) and we did a number of overnight rollouts, as well as on call work / response when issues occured overnight. Many weird things happened, or appeared to happen.The thing that struck me as oddest, was when I saw the coroner running at full speed down the corridor, in the opposite direction, towards the morgue. This guy, an older guy in his 50s or so, was going at full speed! I had never seen him above an amble before, but this time he was really going for it. As he got close to me he yelled "Out of the way - I got another live one!".I am not sure what was more disturbing, the fact that he was dealing with what I could only assume was a dead body that now appeared to be alive, or the fact he said "another".
Worked in hotels for several years. A surprising number of sleepwalkers sleep in the nude. They wander out of their rooms without their keys and have to be let back in. Verifying their identities can be a bit of a chore.
I work 3rd shift as an x-ray tech in a hospital. I get all of the crazy people:*Man with an umbrella stuck up his ass*Woman with an electric toothbrush stuck up her vag*A man from the local jail that puts straightened out paper clips up his urethra (penis) to go on a little field trip to the hospital*Severed limbs during surgical cases*A hand after a quarter stick of dynamite exploded in it *People high on bath salts.
Gas station job:Prostitute (I know who it was, not acquainted just know the person) shat, I repeat, shat in the corner of the store. Nightshift guy ignored it for the entire shift (4 to 6 hours) and I got to clean it up when I showed up. Totally worth my $9.50 per hour.Better time. Working night shift myself, it's late (2-3am ish) so I start to clean eventually getting to the bathrooms - at this point no one's been in the store for maybe two hours and not in can for 3 or more. Walk in to most horrible shit smell. Flip lights on. Shit everywhere, in the sink, in the urinal, on the toilet seat, smeared on walls. I wish I was making a joke/play on that Dumb and Dumber scene I am NOT. Repressed memories ho'!
1.Christmas night last year or the year before. I'm sitting at my desk and see smoke outside the window. (2nd floor office building) I stand up and there is a car engulfed in flames. Coworker dials 911, I head down to make sure there isn't some one sitting in the car or anything. Couldn't find anyone which I thought was odd and headed back in. Turns out the car was stolen, used in a robbery and torched in our parking lot.2.Security does nightly rounds. 1:30 am and 5:15 am. 2:15 am, no one has come by... Call down to make sure everything is ok. No answer. Walk down. Guard is on the floor, Had a stroke. Ended up living but has serious mental problems and was never able to come back to work.I'm sure there is more I'll think of. Night shift is great.
Mcdonalds employee. 2:30AM Guy broke a syringe off in his arm after overdosing on heroin in the bathroom. Bled out. Through his arm. Blood. Blood everywhere. Please god no.
I collect Organs and tissues for transplant from decedents which usually entails going into morgues in the dead of night. Once a donor was tubed and "burped" at me from the release of gasses from their stomach. Nearly. Shit. Myself. EDIT: Please don't confuse us with live organ transplant, I should have been more specific. Mainly we do musculoskeletal tissues such as tendons, bones, corneas and skin. Organ transplantation should be performed by highly trained surgeons only on live donors.
I'll give you two for the price of one. As a pretext I answer phones for an answering service.One night I took a call from some account we barely take calls for. It was dead air for a moment and suddenly this guy starts singing Hey there little Red Riding Hood, you sure are looking good. You're everything a big bad wolf could want. and then went quiet. Despite me trying to get a response, he just kept breathing. Eventually I hung up on him.This one is disturbing in a different way. Another night a year or so ago I took a call for a vets office from a woman that was in a panic because her cat was sick. She wasn't sure what was wrong, but I could hear the poor thing gargling as it meowed like it had blood in it's lungs. The woman said the cat was all she had left, so I tried my best to get all her info down so I could get the vet asap. But the cat died before I could. The only reason I even knew that was because I heard it stop making noise.The poor woman lost it. She began bawling hysterically and screaming/begging the cat to get up, and then begged God not to take the cat because she'd have nobody left.After I realized there was nothing I could do or say because she walked away from the phone, I quietly hung up and just kinda sat there for a minute. That call has stuck with me for a while.
Around 12 years ago I was working security at a small company's headquarters in New York City. My partner for the night had called in sick, so I had to work from 12 to 6 all by my lonesome. Now normally, this wouldn't be a problem, I just had to sit in the back room, watch some cameras and occasionally head out for a sweep, nothing to it right? Well as it turns out, one of the employees had stayed in the building after hours, and had managed to avoid my co-worker's sweep from the previous shift. I first noticed a movement in my peripheral vision on one of the screens, and then again a few minutes later. This was odd, because I was used to quiet nights in this particular building.I was a little scared when I headed out for my sweep, but it was my job, so I grabbed my flashlight and headed out to begin. I had to start the sweep in one big hallway, and right as I entered, I saw a flash of movement at the end of it. At this point, I was sufficiently freaked out. I stood frozen for a minute or so, looking into the semi-darkness, unsure of what to do. The decision was taken out of my hands, however, as I heard a gunshot resound down the hallway. In what was the scariest moment of my life, I slowly walked down that hallway to investigate. I reached the end, and saw to my left that the President's office light was on. Slowly, I approached the door and creaked it open, scared shitless. What I saw will forever haunt me. The man had taken a seat in the president's chair, and shot himself in the head with a pistol, splattering blood and brains all over the floor and the wall. Apparently this guy was having problems at home, and because the president was supposedly a total asshole to him, he decided to off himself and scare the crap out of the president at the same time. In any case, I threw up a few times and called the police. I got the next two weeks off. I still have nightmares about it sometimes.
Employee checking in on this thread. I used to work overnight shift for a few years. I have seen some shit. The hotel I work at is a great place, really well maintained, high occupancy, high rates until the weekend hits. Friday and Saturday nights are slower so the rates drop bringing in not so savory folk. I have two stories that are good and I may have shared em before. This hotel is 100% pet friendly, mostly we get dogs, cats, birds; occasionally we get snakes, lizards and a few pot belly pigs. Now to the shit show of a few weird nights working overnight.I came into work at 11PM and it was a quiet Saturday night. I plow through the paper work, finished all my duties for the night and was kicking back watching movies on my laptop. A guest comes to the desk asking if we had a room with two beds available, the rate and about our pet policy. I answer their questions and check em in. The guests leave and said they were going bowling and that they would be back. A few hours later around 2AM they call the front desk, ask for an extra robe and request me to deliver it saying they would make it worth my time. I ask the bellman to watch the desk and go to deliver the robe.I get to their room and knock on the door. The guests ask me come back a few minutes later. I go to smoke a cigarette and come back ten minutes later. I knock again and they ask me to go away and come back later. I oblige and as I am walking away I heard a snorting sound. This sound was horrendous it sounded like a pot bellied pig. I am walking away thinking WTF is going on. My bellman calls me on my walkie and asks if I called the fire department and an ambulance. I let him know I did not and I walk back to the room. I drop the robe at the door and knock to let them know I had an emergency to attend to. The guests fling the door open and frantically ask if I was the fire department. I look down the hall and see paramedics and firemen racing towards me.I look into the room and see a 250LB woman in nothing but a robe and red thong laying motionless on the floor. The woman is gray with foam coming out her mouth. The pig noise was the woman fighting to breathe. I step inside the room and hold the door for the emergency personnel. They ask the couple inside what happened. The couple respond that what had happened was they met their "friend" at the bowling alley. They were all celebrating a birthday and had too much to drink. Then their friend was too drunk to drive so they came back to the hotel to let her sleep it off and she just collapsed. They give the medics her "name" and as much information they knew about her.By this time the sheriffs arrive to escort the medics to a hospital. The sheriffs see this couples bullshit story and ask the medics to empty this woman's purse. What falls out is a pharmacy of pills and powders along with her ID and piece together the woman was a pill popping prostitute. The couple fesses up that she was popping pills and drinking heavily all night. The medics cart the pale woman away still in the robe and thong to a hospital. The sheriffs give the guests and myself the information on this woman for my report.They guests then stay in the room, watch about $100 in adult movies, have a huge breakfast in the morning and check out late. We charged them for the robe.TL;DR: Couple picks up a pill popping prostitute who almost dies from overdose in front of them, zero fucks given. The couple then had a night of porno and a great breakfast. A prostitute got a new robe, her stomach pumped and a huge hospital bill.Story 2 is a fun one. An older gentleman walks to the front desk at midnight asking for a room. I give him the details and check him in. He seemed normal and quite cordial. The gentleman goes to his room and a few hours later comes down to the front desk and asks me if I knew where to score some extacy. I tell him no and he storms off out of the hotel mumbling to himself saying he wants to kill me. Now I don't feel endangered by this guy as I have a weight/height advantage on him and know how to handle myself in a fight thanks to training by my ex-marine brother.This guy comes back to the hotel a few hours later in a much better mood. Me on the other hand am scared shitless. He comes strolling in wearing a thick sheriff's officer jacket and a sheriff's hat (a la Carl from The Walking Dead). He asks me if I had a girlfriend and I reply yes. He tells me to dump her cause woman are evil. He then tells me his story of heartbreak and his revelation. This guy went to prison for beating his ex-wife in a rage of finding out she cheated on him. He had a revelation while in prison the best experience was making love to a man and that women were the devil. The guy then warns me to dump women and to consider men. I apologize to him about how I am straight and thank him for the story. He then walks away saying to reconsider and not to knock it til I try it.Once he left I call 911 and ask if anyone is missing a jacket and a hat. They say that they will check the on duty officers and will call back. They call back and ask me if the person was staying at the hotel. I confirm with them his details and description. They inform me to keep away from him that he took a brick to a window of a cruiser (the officer was on his lunch at a nearby diner just doing paper work at a table) and stole a taser, jacket, hat and club. A few minutes later the hotel is surrounded, officers ask for his room number and an over ride key. I provide them all the information and the officers race to his room. There they find him watching adult movies sodomizing himself with the club. They come out with the guy cuffed, he yells to me on the way out to reconsider his beliefs of women. Surprisingly his credit card went through for the charges.TL;DR: random old guy comes into the hotel, asks for drugs, breaks into a police car, comes back, gives me his life story, then is arrested sodomizing himself. I am still straight, he was not convincing.
I used to work nights for our state road authority, working on traffic signals. I only heard this story: apparently a truck was carrying a drum of human body parts for disposal and the drum fell off the truck on one of our freeways. Road patrol guy called in and said there's arms and legs all over the place out here.
Where do I begin...As a security guard in a large shopping mall situated downtown:1) Drunk man falls off of balcony and lands (head first) onto the ground below. He lived, but he had some seriously nasty wounds.2) A man with an apparent mental handicap used the mail room of an attached business tower as his bathroom. A large puddle of piss accompanied by shit smeared down the wall (you could tell he was squatting up against the wall). How he got in to the tower was beyond us. Didn't see him enter when we viewed the security camera footage; only saw him leave.3) Didn't mind this one actually... Finishing up a night shift, I'm patrolling one of the business towers (roughly on 20th floor or so) and find an office door ajar. Turned out to be one of the empty offices and the property manager must have forgotten to close the door all the way on his/her way out. While clearing it, I just happened to look out the window. Across the street from this building is a hotel. I see a (very fit and attractive) woman opening her blinds while completely nude. I'm not ashamed to say I took a second, much longer look.As a night security guard for another company, situated in many locations across the city:1) Patrolled a construction yard (for a new seminary, no less). Saw a guy rave dancing in the middle of the yard. Clearly not supposed to be there, I approach. Ask what he's doing, and he lunges at me with a knife. Fortunately I was wearing my stab vest so there was no penetration into my lower abdomen, but he broke the protective plating within the vest.2) Patrolling a Ford dealership, I notice a guy peeking into windows of cars on the lot. I ask him how he's doing, etc, just striking up conversation to find out who is is/what he's doing. Before I even finish asking him how he is, I find myself staring down the barrel of a handgun (presumably 9mm). Scared shitless, I find myself unable to move (except my arms/hands went up over my head before I even realized what I was in the middle of). I clearly remember hearing the firing mechanism "click" against the bullet, but it did not fire. Without thinking, I pressed the emergency alert button on my radio, run and duck behind a car, and immediately describe the suspect in as much detail as I could. Police, K9, and helicopter dispatched and find the guy hiding under a CAT tractor in a nearby heavy equipment dealership.3) Patrolling a rather sketchy apartment building with my partner, we found ourselves having to arrest some chick for assault by trespass (she spat in my partner's face after we attempted to escort her from the property; she did not live there and had no reason to be in the building). A guy, unrelated to the initial incident, saw me trying to place my handcuffs on this chick and decides it would be a good idea to football tackle me. I find myself unable to breath and coughing up blood (contusions to left lung was the cause) while defending myself from a drunk/high, 6'5"+, 200lbs + man (I'm 5'7" and 170 lbs). Backup arrives, along with police, and we tackle and arrest the man for assault as well as assault on a peace officer (tried to trip/kick one of the police officers). When the court date finally comes, he shows up wearing a leather jacket, dirty jeans, a ripped t-shirt, and smelling like weed. He shouted in court, claimed I tried to put him in a headlock (which wouldn't have been relevant anyway). Needless to say, he was convicted.I'll post more if you guys wanna hear 'em.
Graveyard at a porno theater. Imagine the most disgusting sexual acts a 500-seat room full of men can be doing with and around each other. Now imagine it being worse than that.
These creepy stories were told by real life people, just like you and I. Some of us have some really vivid and creepy nightmares which we're unable to describe with words. This artist describes them vividly, but he doesn't use words at all. He uses his own blood.