Real 15 Scary Ghost Stories That Make You Scare Your Socks Off
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1. What are your nightshift horror stories
Worked at a liquor store for a few years. One of the homeless guys probably late 50's that stood outside would ask for money and 9 times out of 10 if they said no he'd flash them his old wrinkly crusty package... had to chase him off every night so people didn't have to suffer that sight.
Annoyingly people who saw me chasing him off or threatening to call the cops often gave me dirty looks like as if I hated homeless people or treat them like trash. When in actuality I was saving them from that which you cannot unsee.
This didn’t become a horror story until recently but as a teen, I used to close down the gas station/truck stop I worked at, alone. My boss used to pop up out of the shadows as I was closing down the till with the backup lights on. He’d be super calm and act like it wasn’t creepy at 11pm when he should be home with his family. He was even at my high school graduation, he and his wife’s numbers still in my phone. Anyhow, he is currently on trial for murdering a prostitute via stabbing her to death, back in ‘94. Cold case potentially solved via DNA & modern science.
Oh man, I hate recalling this story. I work nightshift at a rehab facility. We have a protected gate with a camera looking down from above and one of those doorbell cameras. In the office, the camera monitor is on one wall and the doorbell monitor is on another. I was doing some paperwork and see this guy walk past, stop for a few seconds, then slowly turned around, walk back and stared up at the camera. And he kept staring. The facility is in a rough neighborhood so I’m fairly used to folks hanging out around the gate and usually ignore it. But the way he was staring was off putting. Like, his eyes and expression were hollow and dead, almost as if he were in deep thought about something horrible. I was pretty sure he was zonked on synthetics. I used the intercom to see if he was okay but he just kept staring directly at the camera.
We have a rule - if it’s not hurt or trying to come through the fence, just let it be. No sense in engaging needlessly with somebody potentially hostile or fucking with the locals. Y’all, he stood there and stared at that camera for two hours. That same dead-eyed expression staring right at me. I did a round and came back to find him gone, which only creeped me out more.
Worked a parking garage at the airport. Cleaning the top deck and noticed about a hundred ravens all over a truck with a tarp over the bed. Took my flashlight expecting something awful. Noticed as I got closer the smell and the ravens taking turns going in a hole they had torn open and popping out covered in gunk. some guy left a broke down beater with a couple animal carcasses in the back to rot. No heads.
Checked the logs and the damn truck had been there since November and it was April, so everything was just thawing and breaking down.
Call my boss who calls maintenance to get a crew out there. They had airport police come over and do an investigation to make sure there was no human remains. Some trophy hunter flew in, bought a cheap truck, caught what he wanted and left the rest for us to deal with. Didn't even bother to register or update the vehicle title so the guy who sold it got a knock on his door from the police.
This is why you always keep a copy of the bill of sale and proof of registration cancellation.
I work at a towing company and it's shocking how often the only point of contact on a vehicle is some "last registered owner" who sold it cash and never looked back, while the person who bought it never registered it, never inspected it, often used it as a drug mule and left it abandoned somewhere or as a getaway car.
If you sell a car, make sure to document PROOF that the car isn't your responsibility anymore, because you might get a knock on your door someday...
2. Used to work nights at a Home Depot.
There was one time where for a week or so our store stayed open 24 hours. For the most part this wasn't really a problem--typically nobody comes shopping for home improvement items at two in the morning (except that one couple that came looking for marble countertops at 1:30 in the morning and the woman was wearing a nice dress). I guess there was also that one young lady who came looking for a toilet paper roll holder a little after midnight (I had just gotten off my first break) and she was wearing jorts and a one of those white-with-black-belt stereotypical karate outfits. She was oddly specific about which roll holder to get, too.
But the real story lies within the insulation. It was nearing three in the morning and me and another guy were stocking insulation, as well as fixing the bays and some such maintenance. A bunch of big R-30s had fallen in their bay and while I was sorting through them a fuckin hand came out of the mess and grabbed my arm. I lost my mind enough for not only the guy I was working with to freak out but also for my boss, who was across the store, to come check out the commotion.
Turns out a homeless drunkard had come into the store at some point, and I can only assume before the night crew showed up, and had made a nest in the insulation where he fell asleep. The dude was in bad shape, too. Like, far-gone into whatever inebriation that we had to call the police to remove him. I was always a little more cautious around the insulation after at, for at least the time the store stayed open 24 hours.
Not mine but I used to work at a small hotel and the manager there told me a terrifying nightshift story. It was about midnight when she got a call at the front desk from a man. He said that he's with his 8 year old daughter who dances competitively and needed advice on what she should wear. She gave him some basic fashion advice. He asked my manager "What about fishnet leggings? Do you think those are too sexy?" Then proceeds to talk in graphic detail about how he thinks his own daughter has been trying to seduce him for weeks and how he's starting to enjoy seeing her dance in these cute outfits. Meanwhile my manager is looking through a computer system trying to figure out who this man is so she can call the cops. However the room he was reportedly in was empty. The man ends up hanging the phone up before she could find out where he was truly calling from.
A couple months later at around 11pm my manager answers the desk phone. A familiar voice asked her if she could help him pick out an outfit for his daughter's next dance recital. She asked him "let me guess you want to know if she should wear fishnet leggings?" The man immediately hangs up the phone.
Many many years ago, I worked at a regional radio station in the middle of fucking nowhere, Australia.
I was the overnight operator - keep the overnight playlist running, set up for the morning, do all the manual checks for the next day, and jump on the desk if anything funky happens.
I spent a lot of time sitting in what was essentially a tin shed in the middle of a paddock, with my dog, shoes off, listening to 50s & 60s music and doing crossword puzzles.
Except one night when the roo shooters came through. They spooked the kangaroos in the paddock, and one of them jumped head-first through our office window.
So there’s me - barefoot and half asleep, when this 6’ tall kangaroo smashes through the glass window. Blood and glass everywhere. My dog starts chasing the kangaroo, I’m chasing my dog.
And the kangaroo bounds around the office, knocking shit off desks in the dark, bleeding everywhere. I ran and opened the studio bay doors, and my dog chased it outside. Where, I’m assuming, the poor thing (the kangaroo) was shot.
Then I had to call my boss.
Bandit (the dog) was fine! She lived a long and healthy life, occasionally being bullied by our pet cockatiel.
My Point Of View
Man, that is a good boss. Long story short I once crashed a friends car while he was out of state. He let me use his car as my fiance at the time came out to visit me so we didn't have to rent a car. Well, I got into a wreck and totaled it. After calling the authority and my platoon Sergeant, I called him. It was probably dinner time where he was and enjoying his family. I told him what happened, and the first thing he asked was "Are you guys ok? I hope you aren't hurt." It was a brand new car and he first thought to ask if we were OK. He got out of the Army and we lost touch, but I'll never forget that lesson. People are worth more than objects.
4. Warning, medical gross stuff incoming.
I worked in an emergency room. The worst night that comes to mind involves a patient that was bitten by a baby timber rattlesnake. He was bleeding out of every single orifice by the time he got to us. More blood than I'd ever seen before outside of a motorcycle vs 75-mph-headfirst-to-asphalt. I don't remember how many doses of Crofab we gave him, but it was the hospital's entire supply. But trying to get him stabilized, arranging the helicopter transport to a bigger and better equipped facility, all the blood, those weren't the worst parts. The worst part was when the patient lost control of his bowels. I will never, ever, forget that smell. I spent the entire time standing by the door with a battery-powered fan and a handful of gauze pads saturated with cinnamon oil trying to reduce some of the smell. The doctor occasionally stuck her head out just so I could waft the cinnamon oil in her face.
Yes, by some miracle, the patient did end up surviving, and as far as I know he made a full recovery. But the blood, the smell, and just the shock of it all. Yeah, never underestimate a baby timber rattlesnake.