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Tales From The Graveyard Shift

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posted on Jul, 26 2016 @ 07:05 PM
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I myself have worked the graveyard shift at times throughout my life. Fortunately I have never witnessed any sort of paranormal experience. Depending on what you do, where you do it and how many others you do it with the graveyard shift can be a little unnerving sometimes. Being the last one and locking up a large building always creeped me out a little bit. I was working in Baltimore at the time though and walking into any parking lot late at night or early in the morning can make you anxious in B-more. Anyway here is a collection of creepy graveyard shift stories, I also encourage any members to share any creepy experiences they may have had, enjoy.



"One of my friends had a job in the hospital. He said that he was working one night when he heard a nurse shouting for help because someone was going into cardiac arrest. So he runs down a hallway and some man runs towards him, they almost bump into each other and the man shouts "where's the exit?", my friend points to the exit then runs into the room with the man going into cardiac arrest only to see it's the exact same person who ran past him in the hallway. He died in front of his eyes."





Anonymous Caller.
"A phone used to call me on 9-1-1 every night, make horrible screaming sounds or sometimes white noise, and then disconnect. It scared the living sh*t out of me. The number was as a landline for a vacant residence. The officers we sent out every time never found a thing, and I was repeatedly assured that the sounds on the line were due to a faulty phone line or the rain, but it never stopped bothering me."





Real Life Scary Movie.
"I was a shutting down projectors and closing down the movie theater around two in the morning. I shut off the one projector and turn around to see one theater starting to play Insidious from the beginning without previews. It was extremely out of place considering the projectors are programmed for the movies to start automatically with the 20-minute previews built in. No show was scheduled in the computer and I still don't know how it started. But I locked myself in the office for the rest of the night."





Un-Maned Elevator.
"Two different times I saw someone get on an elevator as I came around a corner. I said ‘Hold the Door’, as the door started to close, it opened back like someone had hit the button. When I got to the elevator there was no one in it. After that, many times just as I came around that corner, the elevator door would open, and no one was in the elevator. I had not pushed a call button or anything. I would always say ‘Thanks’ when I got on the empty elevator."





Too Close For Comfort.
"Patrolling a dealership, I notice a guy peeking into windows of cars on the lot. I strike up a conversation to find out what he's doing. Before I even finish asking him how he is, I find myself staring down the barrel of a handgun. I clearly remember hearing the firing mechanism "click,” 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."






Unexpected Visitor.
"I work at a hospital overnight. I was cleaning two rooms after patients left. They were connected. I saw a little old lady in a chair, hunched over. I stared at her for a few seconds, thought it was odd they put a patient in already. Two female nurses ask if I was sitting in the chair. Nope, it was an old lady. Well, I check. Room is empty. I would have seen if she walked past me. Creepy. No one on the floor fit the description I gave of her - except the lady who died in the room 4 hours before my shift."



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posted on Jul, 26 2016 @ 07:32 PM
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I also encourage any members to share any creepy experiences they may have had,

Okay so there was this old walnut packing and shipping plant in a city near here. For the longest time the building had been abandoned, sealed up and the back yard next to the rails a dirt lot with weeds and trees growing over everything. It was a cool place to park my truck at night and work on breaking down scrap stuff I found in dumpsters. The cops didn't bug you and it was in an industrial area of the city, well removed from the road.

Other homeless people wandered into the yard from the tracks through a hole cut in the fence and made it their camp at night.

One guy I knew told me it was haunted, that at night you could hear tinkering sounds inside, like somebody working. He was hired once as a guard on the property after someone broke in and stole wire and pipe out of the walls. He used to sleep inside but stopped because he would hear these noises like people working. So he slept out back instead. One night he came around and told me don't be bothered if you 'hear sounds'.

I said I've heard them but thought it was somebody living there. He's like thats them, they're still in there somewhere working.

I too would have thought it was animals or somebody stealing something, but the sounds were like somebody using hand tools to fix something and fix it and fix it, all night long. Not the sounds of animals or thieves tearing out wires and plumbing.
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posted on Jul, 26 2016 @ 07:59 PM
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a reply to: RainbowPhoenix

20 years in the tunnels midnights below the separate hospital and morgues in a University Hospital Medical Center...where they move patients, equipment...and bodies.

Ill try in a day or so to get back to post some experiences. And in 20 years of night shifts...Ive had plenty. Morgues, survival helicopter flight deck, elevators, psych wards, burn units, cancer centers, trauma units...many.

Ill try to to compose off line and cut n paste back into your thread here in a day or so...my experiences could make a believer in the paranormal out of anyone....

Stand by......
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posted on Jul, 26 2016 @ 08:16 PM
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Alright, might as well....

I used to open a restaurant at an airport, had to be there by 4 am, and no one else was really around yet. One time I saw a black figure walk by me when I was hanging up my coat and bag, it was in the food prep area. I thought someone was there so I said loudly, "HEY!" while I quickly walked out there. No one there. I turned all the lights on quickly after that!

At the same place I would be alone before opening, and smell a lady's perfume and one time the distinct smell of Desitin (diaper rash ointment for those who might not know).

One other thing that was weird, may not seem it, but it was to me. I saw a tiny snake on the floor by the coat rack... again I was alone.. at this point I was a closer. It seemed so weird, it was completely still for what seemed a long time. I thought it was a little toy snake, so I bent down low with my face only a few inches above it and it suddenly moved up to me. I screamed and ran out into the airport and the janitor was walking by and thought there was a robber or something. I told him and he came back to get the snake, but it was gone. I told him what it looked like and he said those kinds of snakes aren't in our area (he was an outdoorsman type). Plus, there were no outside doors anywhere near the area. I have no idea how it got in and how it disappeared so fast too.



posted on Jul, 26 2016 @ 09:40 PM
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My home, in the country side of southeast Ontario, Canada.

Old home, roughly 60-90 years if I remember correctly. The entire basement was quite small, built of stacked stone and rock.. poor masonry lol.
I never went down there, creeped the heck out of me.

Anyways. . Apparently old native colonies use to occupy regions of the land. I learned from some people I crossed paths with that the natives would bury their dead, usually around a tree, and stack large rocks atop the grave.

This is how you could point out a burial in the forest. Lots of forestry in this region, and I walked a lot of it as to connect with the natural world...
I spotted these burials many times all over the place, just random parts of forest regions where large rocks would be stacked.

When I got the house, there was lots of large rocks and stones ditched behind the tree line, as they were removed I believe from tge yard itself, from the existing landlord.

I always wondered where and how all those rocks came from... just left in a large pile in my backyard.

I learned about the types of burials after. It wasn't until I had some experiences that I put two and two together.

The first experience; was watching television late night with my partner. I got up to go the bathroom, and as I entered the doorway connecting the living room and dining room (the small chandelier like light was off in the dining room, so it was dark) and saw what made out to be a floating head over the table.

The head of a native! It was very dark and I saw no face, but a distinctive shape over the table with what seemed to be coarse-long hair that would be pictured of a native person.

That was freaky.

The second experience, and I have a couple relating to what I believe maybe the same thing (old natives)..

The partner and myself were eating alone in the dining room, my dog was here by my leg expecting some of ours as always.
As we were talking we were interrupted by a someone entering the front door, walking up the old-wooden staircase.. each step was BANG BANG. ..BANG.

Sounded like the individual was 260-300+lbs easily! A massive body by the sound of the steps. We listened to this massive individual stomp it's way up my staircase, (stomp-walking) through the upstairs hallway, in the direction of our bedroom!

The stomp-walking halted, as if they reached their destination, and then what could be heard amazed me in a horrifying way - the sound of this individual going through my damn closet!

Was easily heard, this .. thing, going through my clothes, jackets, and boxes!

That freaked us out, and I decided to man up and go upstairs, NO ONE WAS THERE!

The third experience, is like the second. My family was eating, and all of a sudden we were interrupted by an aggressive slam, someone through our front entrance which is about 5 meter hallway from the dining room.
This door slamming happened 3 separate occasions our time in this house.

The last experience I'll share for now, if people want more I can. .

Me and my partner were in bed, 10:40 pm est, just finished getting it in (
)as we layed together in the bed, we heard someone walking in our room, and breathing
Ultra creeped out.. literally inches away from the bed, footsteps and breathing could be heard.

Being one who struggled to sleep and spent many hours wake throughout the middle of night, I have many experiences of all sorts!

Enjoyed the OP and what others shared, look forward to more, I love this stuff

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posted on Jul, 26 2016 @ 11:16 PM
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a reply to: RainbowPhoenix

Im going to share just one midnight shift “events” from my 20 years at the University of Michigan Medical Center in Ann Arbor, as I promised earlier.

The tunnels underneath and built into the hill, overlooked the Huron River and once was occupied by the Huron Indians several hundred years ago. The tunnels connected the Main Hospital, Mott’s Childrens Hospital, Trauma-Burn Unit, Medical Procedures Units, Med Center, Taubman Clinic, Cancer Center, Med Sci building, and the morgue and surgical units, E.R. and Survival Flight (helicopter)…were all located in the Main Hospital complex itself.

I spent hundreds of night shifts alone traveling from place to place thru the tunnels…concrete grey unpainted floors, walls and ceilings with those really weird florescent lights. There were elevators at each end of one section leading out of the Main Hospital. It was about 1/10 of a mile long with some crazy looooonnngg echos. One could see the other end as you walked it…

One night about 4 a.m., the elevator door opened. Standing there was a male patient in hospital gown and barefoot (which was strange because inpatients at least had those non-slip footies on). He looked slightly pale and confused. I said hello, and he asked me “Where is the waiting room?” Not an unusual question to be asked at 4 in the morning. “Which one, sir?” I asked him. “Im not sure, but my family is probably worried by now about me.” “Sir, if you’ll follow me, we’ll go up to Security off the main lobby and we can have them locate them for you. They will take you there.” He didn’t answer as I pushed the button for the 1st Floor.

We rode in silence and he stared ahead quietly. The door opened and stepping forward I motioned for Security who came out of their command post and met me. “This man seems lost. Can you please help direct him to one of the waiting rooms? I guess maybe the E.R. or Trauma units…or perhaps one of the other inpatient units.” The Officer looked at me strangely and asked “What man? Is he a patient? Where is he now?” I turned back towards the elevator and the man was gone. The halls were empty and silent that time of night and no one was in or near the elevator.

“He was right here! He was with me from down on B2 level”. The Officer got his partner and assured me they’d go down and back up so he could be located. Later, they told me they hadn’t been able to locate the man nor anyone reported missing from any unit. It happens all the time, them wandering around at night from their rooms. A bit later in the trauma center, I encountered a family of 5-an elderly lady, a young girl and younger brother I guess, and both who I assumed to be their parents sitting in an E.R. waiting room. Some of them were bandaged a bit. All but the 2 small children were crying. They were standing with a Doctor, Nurse and a Chaplin. I stopped, backed up and spoke into the room.

“Please excuse me for interrupting…but are you waiting for a male family member? I escorted a gentleman to this floor and security is now trying to locate him and his unit.” They all looked at me strangely. The chaplin approached me quietly and spoke softly answering “This family was traveling with their grandfather and grandmother on M-14 and rolled over in an accident. They are lucky to be alive. The grandfather was driving. He was thrown from the car. He did not make it.”

I described the man in the elevator. The E.R doctor confirmed that the grandfather matched the description of the man I spoke with in the elevator….Coincidently, a dying or near death e.r. patient wasnt usually given booties either for his/her feet. No need to.

Did I see the grandfather still worried about the rest of the family from the accident? I think he was giving the family one last bit of assurance that wherever he was…he was still with them. Only, he didn’t understand he was dead.
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Another instance 3 years prior to getting hired, my father passed away there in Cardiac ICU. The last night before he passed he had said to me looking out the window at the huge complex of buildings…*You know son? This is a huge place. You should try and work here!” Middle of that night he was gone. Within 2 more years, my fiancé and I relocated to Ypsilanti from Dearborn where we both enrolled in Eastern Michigan University. Shortly thereafter, I was hired as a Medical Tech/Assistant supervising ergonomic studies in new units at U of M Ann Arbor.

Many nights at work in that very Cardiac I.C.U., I would face the very bed my father passed in 3 years earlier. Often I would feel eyes on me from behind those glass doors all utility-inventory-medication rooms have in I.C.U. I turned around more than once to see my father standing there looking at me and he was smiling.

People have asked me how I could work in the very room my dad passed away in. Especially, very late in the wee morning hours. My answer was always the same: it was BECAUSE I was in the spot dad’s spirit left his body that I felt both closest to him and comforted to know he was always there with me. And over the years I continued seeing/feeling him…even softly hearing him, sometimes from the backseat of my car on the way to-from work in the midnight hours. God works in mysterious ways.

These are just 2 of the many “graveyard” (sorry )shift incidents I can relate. But, they will have to wait for another time…

Best, Mysterioustranger

*Next Time: Grieving in the Chapel

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posted on Jul, 26 2016 @ 11:19 PM
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A am a night person TOO ,I have a question.
Are you a Christian?
I have a personal theory,which is why I ask.



posted on Jul, 28 2016 @ 07:53 AM
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I've been waiting for more stories. I'm surprised more people haven't responded. Keep em coming!



posted on Jul, 28 2016 @ 09:01 AM
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originally posted by: mysterioustranger
a reply to: RainbowPhoenix

Im going to share just one midnight shift “events” from my 20 years at the University of Michigan Medical Center in Ann Arbor, as I promised earlier.

The tunnels underneath and built into the hill, overlooked the Huron River and once was occupied by the Huron Indians several hundred years ago. The tunnels connected the Main Hospital, Mott’s Childrens Hospital, Trauma-Burn Unit, Medical Procedures Units, Med Center, Taubman Clinic, Cancer Center, Med Sci building, and the morgue and surgical units, E.R. and Survival Flight (helicopter)…were all located in the Main Hospital complex itself.

I spent hundreds of night shifts alone traveling from place to place thru the tunnels…concrete grey unpainted floors, walls and ceilings with those really weird florescent lights. There were elevators at each end of one section leading out of the Main Hospital. It was about 1/10 of a mile long with some crazy looooonnngg echos. One could see the other end as you walked it…

One night about 4 a.m., the elevator door opened. Standing there was a male patient in hospital gown and barefoot (which was strange because inpatients at least had those non-slip footies on). He looked slightly pale and confused. I said hello, and he asked me “Where is the waiting room?” Not an unusual question to be asked at 4 in the morning. “Which one, sir?” I asked him. “Im not sure, but my family is probably worried by now about me.” “Sir, if you’ll follow me, we’ll go up to Security off the main lobby and we can have them locate them for you. They will take you there.” He didn’t answer as I pushed the button for the 1st Floor.

We rode in silence and he stared ahead quietly. The door opened and stepping forward I motioned for Security who came out of their command post and met me. “This man seems lost. Can you please help direct him to one of the waiting rooms? I guess maybe the E.R. or Trauma units…or perhaps one of the other inpatient units.” The Officer looked at me strangely and asked “What man? Is he a patient? Where is he now?” I turned back towards the elevator and the man was gone. The halls were empty and silent that time of night and no one was in or near the elevator.

“He was right here! He was with me from down on B2 level”. The Officer got his partner and assured me they’d go down and back up so he could be located. Later, they told me they hadn’t been able to locate the man nor anyone reported missing from any unit. It happens all the time, them wandering around at night from their rooms. A bit later in the trauma center, I encountered a family of 5-an elderly lady, a young girl and younger brother I guess, and both who I assumed to be their parents sitting in an E.R. waiting room. Some of them were bandaged a bit. All but the 2 small children were crying. They were standing with a Doctor, Nurse and a Chaplin. I stopped, backed up and spoke into the room.

“Please excuse me for interrupting…but are you waiting for a male family member? I escorted a gentleman to this floor and security is now trying to locate him and his unit.” They all looked at me strangely. The chaplin approached me quietly and spoke softly answering “This family was traveling with their grandfather and grandmother on M-14 and rolled over in an accident. They are lucky to be alive. The grandfather was driving. He was thrown from the car. He did not make it.”

I described the man in the elevator. The E.R doctor confirmed that the grandfather matched the description of the man I spoke with in the elevator….Coincidently, a dying or near death e.r. patient wasnt usually given booties either for his/her feet. No need to.

Did I see the grandfather still worried about the rest of the family from the accident? I think he was giving the family one last bit of assurance that wherever he was…he was still with them. Only, he didn’t understand he was dead.
__________________________________________________________________________________________
Another instance 3 years prior to getting hired, my father passed away there in Cardiac ICU. The last night before he passed he had said to me looking out the window at the huge complex of buildings…*You know son? This is a huge place. You should try and work here!” Middle of that night he was gone. Within 2 more years, my fiancé and I relocated to Ypsilanti from Dearborn where we both enrolled in Eastern Michigan University. Shortly thereafter, I was hired as a Medical Tech/Assistant supervising ergonomic studies in new units at U of M Ann Arbor.

Many nights at work in that very Cardiac I.C.U., I would face the very bed my father passed in 3 years earlier. Often I would feel eyes on me from behind those glass doors all utility-inventory-medication rooms have in I.C.U. I turned around more than once to see my father standing there looking at me and he was smiling.

People have asked me how I could work in the very room my dad passed away in. Especially, very late in the wee morning hours. My answer was always the same: it was BECAUSE I was in the spot dad’s spirit left his body that I felt both closest to him and comforted to know he was always there with me. And over the years I continued seeing/feeling him…even softly hearing him, sometimes from the backseat of my car on the way to-from work in the midnight hours. God works in mysterious ways.

These are just 2 of the many “graveyard” (sorry )shift incidents I can relate. But, they will have to wait for another time…

Best, Mysterioustranger

*Next Time: Grieving in the Chapel


The last story about your father almost made me cry. Thanks for sharing. Good writing, by the way.



posted on Jul, 28 2016 @ 06:08 PM
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a reply to: Greggers

Thank you so very much for the nice remark. When something is real...its easy to write about. Ive more stories...some really paranormal in nature...and pretty much the only people who ever have worked a long time on the midnight shift... might understand them.

Soon, Ill post a few more. I will tell you...I learned like the instance with my dad...life doesnt end...it just morphs into something else we wont understand...until we get there ourselves.

Thanks so much Greggers. Much appreciated!

MS



posted on Jul, 28 2016 @ 06:08 PM
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WOW! Double post. Sorry!

MS


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