It was a very cold night so I went and checked on him, thinking he was homeless.
He then looks directly at us and says Im gonna kill all of you.
We dialed the police immediately and armed ourselves with kitchen knives.
pxhere.com
He wandered back to his car and sped off.
We were robbed at gunpoint a few nights later….I just walked out and never went back.
MrBobGrey
I work nights as a zookeeper.
pxhere.com
Sometimes we have to check on the gorillas in their indoor holding.
You walk down a dark hallway, maybe six feet from their enclosure.
All you have is a flashlight and its sometime after midnight.
Your goal is to check on each gorilla to verify they are okay.
The gorillas goal is to scare the ever-loving shit out of you.
Its a game for them to get you to scream.
Its a fun game for them.
Haunted houses have nothing on gorilla jump scares.
Zensandwitch
Did two weeks overnight as a favor to my store manager.
Went outside to let a member of staff in and saw a body on the floor by the ATM.
It was a very cold night so I went and checked on him, thinking he was homeless.
Watched the CCTV to gain some understanding for my own sanity and it happened so quickly.
Safe to say I never did an overnight again.
Princessdelrey
Worked overnights in a lab.
It was exceptionally weird because no busses were running until morning.
FoxyGrampa
Was working really late one night doing emergency IT stuff.
Walking around the office building, most of the lights were off and its dead silent.
It turns out he was just working late, and we had scared the shit out of each other.
psmylie
Used to work at an ice cream factory from 6pm-6am.
Used her fucking finger.
It chopped off the end when it unclogged and started again because no one stopped it.
Im still fresh and new as in helping her out and learning.
She jumps off the ladder and yells IT CUT MY GODDAMN FINGER OFF!!
Took it to the ER.
She got it reattached.
And I get it, shorthanded.
She swore me out and cut off the call.
That was pretty scary.
blep98765
I work in a sleep lab, and I smoke.
So Im there, making beds, setting up the polysomnograph and whatnot alone.
I take a break for a cigarette.
Its about 10pm, normally fully dark.
Theres a bit of a weird orange glow in the sky.
Strange smell on the air.
No idea what it is, but work is work, I shrug and go inside.
While Im inside, I hear some weird noise from the outside world.
Now…these are sleep labs.
they are meant to be soundproofed.
But some doors are open, and soundproofing isnt perfect.
Dont hear anything for a while.
Then get a message.
I call participants, tell them not to come in.
I find out apparently roads are blocked to and from the university.
Found out some of the explosives were about 200 meters from my lab.
M_SunChilde
I used to work for a sub shop as a delivery driver.
Weirdest thing was the Montana Cowboy.
I am located in Milwaukee, WI, so we have a diverse crowd of homeless.
One night around 1 AM a cowboy-lookin dude walks into the shop.
He seems just off on something.
Cant form any sentences whatsoever.
All I could get out of him was his name, Ben.
He kept kind of saying the same gurgled mess over and over.
No idea what he was saying.
He was so happy and thankful (I think).
While hes eating, I went out on a delivery and stopped the car at an apartment.
As Im walking up, a cowboy walks out.
Not the same cowboy but a different one.
Like same cadence and tone, everything.
Even kinda looked like him.
I thought that was weird.
So I got back to the shop and cowboy is still there.
Hes eating and saying nonsense.
My manager found out he was from Montana.
So I go on another delivery.
I told him all the cash I have is for my work.
He said a gurgled mess like the last two guys and I left.
Now heres a fuckin kicker.
I go back to the shop and Ben is gone.
So I go on my last delivery around 3 AM and pull up to a house.
Its lit up inside and I can see people are moving around with the shadows on the window.
I knock on the door…who answers??
And whos in the fuckin house with him??
THE OTHER TWO FUCKING COWBOYS!
Ben says, sup hands me a $100 bill and slams the door.
BarbLivesMatter
I used to work third shift security in a neighborhood near a university.
We often encountered some weird stuff, but mostly we just dealt with drunk college bros and the like.
I ask whats wrong and hes telling me hes having heart palpitations and suicidal ideation.
I flag down a coworker who informs our boss and calls for the ambulance.
I sit down next to the guy as hes laying on the sidewalk and let him talk to me.
OK, pretty creepy, but then it gets worse.
And about how hes a crackhead.
Its not every day a stranger confesses to you about murder and rapes hes committed.
So that would get pretty terrifying.
rosetintnworld
I worked overnight at a pasta plant during my teens.
No explanation or anything at the time.
Turned out some guy fucking killed one of his kids in the plant, probably by accident.
Apparently he either was decapitated or his neck was broken, but either way he was killed.
Also really terrible and horrific just thinking about how it could have happened.
As a parent now it makes me sick.
billbapapa
I used to be a bouncer at several different locations in the Toronto downtown area.
There was this one place I worked at that always had crazy shit happen.
The patio was also a weak chain link fence with some tarp thrown over it.
One night, I felt lazy so I stood in the opening with my back to the street.
I was talking to some people trying to kill the time.
I felt some guy stand behind (coming in from the street).
I turned around to tell him to fuck off, but stopped mid-sentence.
This guy was a bit taller than me (Im 62), kinda lanky, very well dressed.
He was also covered from head to toe in blood.
He calmly responded, nah hes good.
He just wants to find his brothers.
I was like umm, are you sure your brothers are here?
When my boss appeared, I gave a quick rundown of what happened.
He talked to the guy very briefly, then told him hed assist.
He went and got some patrolling cops.
When the cops appeared, one of them lightly touched the bloody guy on the shoulder.
To this day, I still have to clue what the hell that was about.
TastyDuck
I did my basic military training at Fort Leonard Wood in Missouri.
Our barracks were old, dating to around the 1950s or 1960s.
Whenever the drill sergeants made an announcement, youd hear them through the speakers.
The speakers crackled to life, and I immediately perked up.
Unusual for an announcement this time of night, but it wasnt outside the realm of possibility.
The voice was soft, barely above a whisper.
A womans voice: Private, get everyone outside.
The comm line remained open, a low hum hissing through.
The voice again: Right now, Private.
Not that it was a womans voice-it was a coed basic training and we had a couple female drills.
But for it to come across so softly was very strange.
When the brown rounds used the intercom, it was at full, shouting voice.
Asked him if he heard anything, got a negative response.
We made it through, and the drills started treating us like real humans (almost) again.
Cant remember when it was (70s, 80s), but it was decades ago.
Apparently she faced a lot of pressure and harassment, as you’re able to imagine.
It was unrelenting and harsh, and apparently she couldnt take it.
Shed hung herself from some exposed water pipes, using her belt.
A few years later, theyd plastered over the exposed pipes.
So they could mount speakers there.
The bear immediately stops what its doing and starts walking toward me.
Meanwhile the bear has started to make noises and is running toward me.
The bear at this point is where I was 10 seconds ago and reaching its paws out at me.
I manage to pull myself up on top of the trailer out of reach of the bear.
He wasnt moving or anything like that, just staring.
The moment that I did though, I saw my mum blanch and then slowly begin to back away.
9-T-H-R-O-W-A-W-A-Y
I watch security cameras for a transport company in Detroit.
It was roughly 2:00 AM.
One driver decided that he didnt care, he needed to hit the road.
When he exited the gate, the woman walked in front of the truck, blocking him.
i immediately phoned the police.
He blared his horn.
She then rushed to the side of the truck and attempted to open his door aggressively.
He sped away, leaving her standing there.
She continued to stand there, in one place, not really moving for maybe ten minutes.
She eventually walked away, never to be seen by us again.
The police never showed up.
unicornurine
Night shift in a dormitory for sick and autistic children.
Some strange rattling noise from one of the rooms.
Blackout in the whole building.
So that is how I handled my firstepilepsysituation around 2 oclock.
OrbitalDickHead
As an undergraduate at a state university, I got a job on campus as a custodian assistant.
The shift was 6p 2a.
They were good about letting you get your max 20 hours/week just about any time in between those hours.
I think film classes would meet there.
In the lobby were stills and posters from Lillian Gishs movies.
I had to go on there, pick up, and vacuum one night a week.
No big deal just feel a little unnerved with the freaky eyes of the now-dead actors looking on.
I graduated and a year later returned for graduate school.
Later in the evening I go to clean the theater.
Just a little creepy.
ohiohio
I was a closer at aWendys.
They rolled the window down in their car and said What?
We cant hear you.
So I leaned out a little bit to repeat myself.
The driver in the car grabbed me and tried to pull me through the drive thru window.
Got free, locked the window as they sped the fuck away.
No more than 15 mins into my 3am nap I was startled awake by someone tapping on my window.
Looking around, the parking lot was deserted.
I decided to head back to work and told my coworker about what happened.
I havent take a parking lot nap since.
ilanko
Nearly 15 years ago I worked nights at a group home for disturbed youth.
I would sit in the hallway all night next to the bedroom in between doing bed checks.
I would sit and squirm all night because I would have the very intense feeling of being watched.
All night, for the duration of my shift.
It wasnt the kids.
I didnt know where it was coming from, only that it was there, and very strong.
The hallway was so narrow that the door blocked it completely.
To my surprise the being watched feeling disappeared immediately, like a switched had been flipped.
I was relieved, and grateful, and didnt question it.
I planned to leave the door open during my shift from then on.
Problem solved, right?
Maybe 2 nights passed peacefully before it happened.
I was sitting, in between doing bed checks, directly in front of bedroom 3.
My head was turned, looking into bedroom 2, when movement from the hallway caught my eye.
I slowly turned my head to look down the hallway and froze.
Im shocked to this day that I managed not to scream or piss myself.
The linen closet door was now halfway open.
It didnt have a face, or clothing, and was flesh colored with elongated arms and legs.
It was taller than the door, easily seven feet.
It didnt have a face, but there was no question that it was staring at me.
I was frozen in shock, gurgling.
In my head I was screaming, the kids are out there with It!
Kids were still asleep.
Closet door was still halfway shut, my stuff all over the floor where I dropped it.
I was completely panicked and called my sister.
I was crying, babbling.
She thought Id been attacked, and wanted me to come home.
I was in such a state of shock I couldnt even think of an excuse to go.
I didnt tell anyone but my family.
