Working overnights can take a toll on one's psyche. When you're predominantly spending you're only waking hours in the dark, life can get a little draining. Aside from that, the wee hours of the night also come with surprises. There is a reason that most horror movies take place after the sun has set, the night comes with some chills and spooks. And yes the kooks love to run amok under the moon. So working the night shift can leave you a bit shook now and again. Shook, like Stephen King shook.
<p>Redditor <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/krduny/what_are_your_nightshift_horror_stories/" target="_blank">u/Tiny-Dragonfruit7864</a> wanted midnight workers to share a tale or two with us by asking.... <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/krduny/what_are_your_nightshift_horror_stories/" target="_blank">What are your nightshift horror stories?</a></p>
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The Birds
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<p>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.</p><p>Checked the logs and the damn truck had been there since November and it was April, so everything was just thawing and breaking down.</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/krduny/what_are_your_nightshift_horror_stories/gi9cx2f?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">greatwood</a></p>
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At the Depot
<p>Used to work nights at a Home Depot.</p><p>There was one time where for a week or so our store stayed open 24 hours. For the <em>most</em> 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). </p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_3" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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<p>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.</p>
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<p>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 freakin' <em>hand</em> 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.</p>
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<p>Turns out a 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. </p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/krduny/what_are_your_nightshift_horror_stories/gia41gs?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Nice_Bake</a></p>
The Dead Stare
<p>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. </p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_6" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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<p>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.</p>
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<p>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 f**king 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. </p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/krduny/what_are_your_nightshift_horror_stories/gia9xo1?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">ObnoxiousSpaceCat</a></p>
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The Reaper
<p>I used to work the night shift as a care aide in an old folk's home. It was already creepy, the home was an old hospital that was converted. Some a**hole kept walking around the courtyard after dark dressed as the grim reaper knocking on doors. It was actually really scary, he ran off and the facility got a security guard for a few weeks.</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/krduny/what_are_your_nightshift_horror_stories/gi9d955?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">thegamblerx</a></p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_8" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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The Roo....
<p>Many many years ago, I worked at a regional radio station in the middle of freaking nowhere, Australia.</p><p>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.</p><p>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.</p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_9" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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<p>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.</p><p>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.</p><p>And the kangaroo bounds around the office, knocking crap 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.</p>
<p>Then I had to call my boss.</p><p><em><strong>Edit: </strong></em>Bandit (the dog) was fine! She lived a long and healthy life, occasionally being bullied by our pet cockatiel.</p><p><a href="https://imgur.com/a/k5lLG7M" rel="noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">Pet tax</a>.</p><p><a href="https://imgur.com/a/PLp0hV6" rel="noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">Second pet tax</a>. </p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/krduny/what_are_your_nightshift_horror_stories/gia93l7?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">FormalMango</a></p>
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Warning, medical gross stuff incoming.....
<p>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. </p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_11" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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<p>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. </p>
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<p>The doctor occasionally stuck her head out just so I could waft the cinnamon oil in her face.<br></p><p>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. </p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/krduny/what_are_your_nightshift_horror_stories/gi9kr2h?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">GrandAdmiralD</a></p>
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Freeze Fright
<p>Did hospital security for about two months. It was small hospital out in the sticks so we were responsible for removing patients who had passed from their rooms and transferring into the morgue freezer.</p><p>We had just brought a decedent to the morgue and right before we were about to transfer them to the freezer their cellphone rang. Granted, pretty tame compared to some stories, but at the time it gave us a decent fright. </p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/krduny/what_are_your_nightshift_horror_stories/gia0cjm?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank">MurphysCousinInLaw</a><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/krduny/what_are_your_nightshift_horror_stories/gia0cjm/?utm_source=reddit&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" rel="noopener noreferrer" target="_blank"></a></p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_14" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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I Think We're Alone Now....
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<p>A guy passed our office, looking at us a little shifty, came back again and asked if we had access to the morgue. We said "yes," thinking he was doing a pickup for a funeral home, but that seemed strange given it was around 12:00-12:30 a.m. Nope. He wanted to pay us to let him in, and leave him alone with the bodies for an hour. We escorted him up To security. Apparently he had tried it in the past, as security knew him.</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/krduny/what_are_your_nightshift_horror_stories/gi9soxq?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">odd-42</a></p>
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ABSOLUTE SILENCE!
<p>Many years ago I briefly had a job that started at 3:30am. The job itself was very boring, but the commute was wild. The world is at its weirdest in the very early morning. Road hazards haven't been called in yet, so one day I pulled off the freeway and discovered that the off ramp was completely flooded, deep enough that I have no idea how my car didn't stall.</p><p>But the most interesting discovery was that if law enforcement has to raid a home, they do it around 3 or 4 in the morning because that's the best chance of everyone being peacefully asleep.</p><div class="ad-tag" data-ad-name="In_Content_Responsive_17" style="min-height:280px"></div>
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<p>One day I was nearly to work when I noticed something off ahead of me. I slowed down and came up to a massive police blockade, squad cars everywhere and absolutely crawling with heavily armed officers... but all in ABSOLUTE silence. They silently waved me down a side street. Just a creepy, unsettling experience. </p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/krduny/what_are_your_nightshift_horror_stories/gia4wh3?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">QueerTree</a></p>
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Leave Mickey Alone.....
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<p>Stock person comes running into produce carrying mop handle screaming "you mother f**ker". Out of sight, he keeps yelling "f**ker!" and smacking handle at something, for like 5 min. I am ringing up customers, and freaking out because he was losing his mind, but I am not interested in getting involved in a murder.... so I ignore it. Later I find out he was chasing a rat.</p><p><a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/krduny/what_are_your_nightshift_horror_stories/gi9ergx?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">conniption_fit</a></p>
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