“I’m a medic that primarily works nightshift/graveyard, and we have seen some freaky stuff.

This is the creepiest one that I can’t explain. (Aside from the murders we work, assaults, rapes, etc.)

Got called out to a home, unknown reasons, ‘man down,’ and we were first on scene. A female frantically called, gave the address and apparently ‘can’t wake her husband up,’ then hung up. Unable to call back. PD was enroute but not here, and us thinking this quiet suburban neighborhood was safe, partner and I went in fully loaded. Monitor, med bag, oxygen, suction, everything. We’ve never had issues with this suburb before, it’s all quiet old people. We figured this guy probably died of cardiac arrest and we’re going to either have to work him or call DOA. The house was well kept and unsuspecting. We wanted to wait for PD, but every second counts in a potential cardiac arrest.

We open the front door, all the lights are on in the house. It’s 2AM.

Windows are open, drapes are flowing in the cool breeze, and we start yelling for people. ‘Ma’am? Sir? Medics! Paramedic squad is here, where are you so we can help?’ Etc.

Luckily there isn’t an upstairs, but we cover the entire inside of the house. Nothing is there. Not even animals. Empty. Every light is on in the house. No bloodstains, no sign of a struggle, anything. We radio in ‘patient not found, please advise.’ PD still isn’t here. We go back to wait by the truck but leave our gear on the driveway, in plain view.

We didn’t think to check the garage, but it wasn’t lit, and it had a stupid amount of locks on the outside. (Lights weren’t on in the garage windows.) My partner and I was NOT about to get murdered searching the property or garage. All of a sudden, my clock on my wrist beeps 3AM. My partner’s does too. Wtf? We got dispatched at 1:57AM, got there at 2:04… we looked on the computer. 3:01. Okay WHAT. We blink and rub our eyes, it’s 2:15. Um?

PD gets there and we talk, tell them what we found, which was obviously nothing.

They search and clear the house. But they think they hear a woman’s voice from under the floorboards near the garage. We hear it too. The lights flicker and go dark in the entire damn house. Windows and doors were open, and a big rush of cool air comes and blasts near us. We hear thumps like someone trying to get out, coming from the locked garage. Frantic and so thunderous, the firefighters heard it outside and came running in. PD breaks down the door and call in reinforcements.

We find an older man, 50-60, laying on his side in the middle of the garage. (3-car, was huge.)

He was delirious and dehydrated, with a broken hip and a few ribs. He’d slipped on some motor oil he spilled earlier, and couldn’t get up or crawl on his own. Been there almost all afternoon and night.

‘Who was the woman that called? Your wife? Where is she?’ An officer asked as we were loading him up.

‘My wife has been dead for 10 years, and I don’t have much family.’

‘Nobody lives in this house?’

‘Other than me, no.’

‘Then who called 911?’

He couldn’t answer.

There’s probably several explanations that could be perfectly plausible, but… the whole thing just didn’t sit right with any of us. The tension and unease was palpable. I like to think of it as the guy’s wife still looking out for him. As much negativity as we see in the field, it helped my partner and I make sense of it. In a way.

Still the creepiest shit to happen to me though, other than my ambulance dying on a long stretch of road while transporting a death row prisoner. (Tooootally different situation though.)

Might not seem that terrifying or spooky, but I’ll never forget the malice/evil/unease I felt when walking through that house. As soon as we found the guy, it went away.

And before I get tons of ‘why didn’t you break the door to the garage down to begin with?!’ comments, I’m not really supposed to do that. PD wasn’t there, they do the breaking and entering for me if we have probable cause. We’d already searched the house, found nothing (no woman, no victim, etc) and thought we might’ve witnessed a burglary or something, and wanted to keep potential evidence intact.

‘Why didn’t you leave when you felt your gut/the creepy feelings?’ The whole place was off, something wasn’t right. You could tell. But we could see multiple rooms clearly, the home was well lit and very open. I just wanted to find the person and GTFO, the sooner, the better.

Hope this qualifies as a graveyard shift/creepy event.” — EMS_Princess

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Posted by Carrie Hood

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