Whether ghosts actually have a clause in their contracts to only appear when the sun goes down is up for debate. Yet, spooky stories and creepy experiences are usually born during the so-called “witching hour” — somewhere between midnight and 3 or 4 am. Or as some people like to call it: the devil’s hour.
And who better to tell such stories than the people who have to be up all night to work anyway.
Several night-shift workers have shared online some of the strangest experiences they’ve had on the job.
Some swear it was supernatural. Some eventually discovered it was just an animal or a prank. But in the moment, everybody agreed the fear was very real.
#21
Oh, I've got one!
When I was 18, I briefly worked nights as a care assistant in a nursing home. The building was a very old ex-convent and was pretty spooky at the best of times. There were three floors but I was only ever working on the ground and first floors. One day about two weeks in I was sent up to the top floor to get something. It was my first time up there and, for the first time, it occurred to me how odd it was that I'd never worked up there before, or seen any patients who lived up there.
So I'm walking along the main corridor, which is pretty narrow and twisty. Being a night shift, we keep the lights on emergency settings (very dim and on motion sensors) so that the residents can sleep. Suddenly, at the other end of the corridor I see this dark shape. It looked like the grim reaper, with the dark cowl and long robes, and was even holding what appeared to be some kind of scythe. And it was moving slowly toward me. I knew it wasn't a resident as most of our residents were not ambulatory, and I was pretty sure none of them dressed in dark robes!
So I did the logical thing; I turned without even thinking about it and sprinted back down to the first floor where I managed to convey through panicky gestures that there was some kind of terrifying monster on the top floor. After about five minutes my co-workers stopped cracking up and explained my mistake to me.
You know how I mentioned that the home used to be a convent? Well apparently part of the deal was that the remaining nuns, who were all pretty old by now, got to continue living on the top floor (without nursing care) and use the facilities of the home, like cooked meals. And not a single person had thought to mention this to me. If I'd worked days, I would have seen them up and about but the 8pm - 6am night shift at a nursing home is pretty quiet
The shape I had seen was actually an elderly nun, in robes and a headcovering (wimple?), with a crutch (NOT a scythe), heading down the corridor to their little chapel as she couldn't sleep. And not, as I had for some reason assumed, the grim reaper here to collect one of our residents. I switched off night shifts soon after that.
EDIT: We did also have residents die fairly regularly and being the one to discover them was never nice. We'd have to do regular listening checks in each room for breathing to check no one had passed away in their sleep. When we did lose someone, it was just plain sad, not weird or creepy.
Though the time the undertaker's gurney got wedged in the tiny lift with a dead body on it is probably a contender for the second creepiest shift I worked.
When I was 18, I briefly worked nights as a care assistant in a nursing home. The building was a very old ex-convent and was pretty spooky at the best of times. There were three floors but I was only ever working on the ground and first floors. One day about two weeks in I was sent up to the top floor to get something. It was my first time up there and, for the first time, it occurred to me how odd it was that I'd never worked up there before, or seen any patients who lived up there.
So I'm walking along the main corridor, which is pretty narrow and twisty. Being a night shift, we keep the lights on emergency settings (very dim and on motion sensors) so that the residents can sleep. Suddenly, at the other end of the corridor I see this dark shape. It looked like the grim reaper, with the dark cowl and long robes, and was even holding what appeared to be some kind of scythe. And it was moving slowly toward me. I knew it wasn't a resident as most of our residents were not ambulatory, and I was pretty sure none of them dressed in dark robes!
So I did the logical thing; I turned without even thinking about it and sprinted back down to the first floor where I managed to convey through panicky gestures that there was some kind of terrifying monster on the top floor. After about five minutes my co-workers stopped cracking up and explained my mistake to me.
You know how I mentioned that the home used to be a convent? Well apparently part of the deal was that the remaining nuns, who were all pretty old by now, got to continue living on the top floor (without nursing care) and use the facilities of the home, like cooked meals. And not a single person had thought to mention this to me. If I'd worked days, I would have seen them up and about but the 8pm - 6am night shift at a nursing home is pretty quiet
The shape I had seen was actually an elderly nun, in robes and a headcovering (wimple?), with a crutch (NOT a scythe), heading down the corridor to their little chapel as she couldn't sleep. And not, as I had for some reason assumed, the grim reaper here to collect one of our residents. I switched off night shifts soon after that.
EDIT: We did also have residents die fairly regularly and being the one to discover them was never nice. We'd have to do regular listening checks in each room for breathing to check no one had passed away in their sleep. When we did lose someone, it was just plain sad, not weird or creepy.
Though the time the undertaker's gurney got wedged in the tiny lift with a dead body on it is probably a contender for the second creepiest shift I worked.
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#22
I collect Organs and tissues for transplant from decedents which usually entails going into morgues in the dead of night. Once a donor was tubed and "burped" at me from the release of gasses from their stomach. Nearly. Pooped. Myself.
EDIT: Please don't confuse us with live organ transplant, I should have been more specific. Mainly we do musculoskeletal tissues such as tendons, bones, corneas and skin. Organ transplantation should be performed by highly trained surgeons only on live donors.
EDIT: Please don't confuse us with live organ transplant, I should have been more specific. Mainly we do musculoskeletal tissues such as tendons, bones, corneas and skin. Organ transplantation should be performed by highly trained surgeons only on live donors.
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All this research shows that night shift workers aren’t just battling spooky vibes, their bodies are literally working against their own biology.
And maybe the real “ghost” of your graveyard shift isn’t something lurking in the hallways. Maybe it’s the fatigue, stress, and unsafe environments that are quietly haunting you.
#23
I saw a live guy's brain.
So, working the night shift at a hotel front desk is an interesting job. You get your drunks, your methheads, and your all around nutbags. One night, our hotel was hosting a college baseball team. The team came back around 11pm and went up to their rooms and to bed. No big deal. Then, around 1am, the coaches came back absolutely HAMMERED. They went up to their rooms, and that was the last I heard from them for about an hour.
While I was setting up for breakfast, I heard the elevator ding around 2/3am (daylight savings night in the spring). Out of the elevator bursts one of the coaches, and he runs straight out the front door. Odd, but okay, whatever. He comes running back inside shouting, "He fell! He fell!" I run outside while pulling out my phone and dialing 911 to see one of the coaches who had come back, face down on the ground in a HUGE puddle of blood. I have had a bit of rescue training, so I knew to put him in the rescue position so he wouldn't choke on his own blood.
The paramedics got there and as they were loading him up, one of them wiped off his forehead, and there it was. The guy had fallen out of a 3rd story window straight on his forehead and split it open so wide and deep, you could see his brain. He was lifeflighted up to the bigger hospital up north. He lived. I got a raise the next day.
So, working the night shift at a hotel front desk is an interesting job. You get your drunks, your methheads, and your all around nutbags. One night, our hotel was hosting a college baseball team. The team came back around 11pm and went up to their rooms and to bed. No big deal. Then, around 1am, the coaches came back absolutely HAMMERED. They went up to their rooms, and that was the last I heard from them for about an hour.
While I was setting up for breakfast, I heard the elevator ding around 2/3am (daylight savings night in the spring). Out of the elevator bursts one of the coaches, and he runs straight out the front door. Odd, but okay, whatever. He comes running back inside shouting, "He fell! He fell!" I run outside while pulling out my phone and dialing 911 to see one of the coaches who had come back, face down on the ground in a HUGE puddle of blood. I have had a bit of rescue training, so I knew to put him in the rescue position so he wouldn't choke on his own blood.
The paramedics got there and as they were loading him up, one of them wiped off his forehead, and there it was. The guy had fallen out of a 3rd story window straight on his forehead and split it open so wide and deep, you could see his brain. He was lifeflighted up to the bigger hospital up north. He lived. I got a raise the next day.
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#24
One of my duties at the mortuary I worked for was nighttime body removals. One night, my partner and I showed up around 2am to grab the paperwork for our removal. When we got inside, we both got the feeling like there was someone there, so we walked through the building, checking to make sure everything was secure, and closing all of the doors. This included the casket room. Everyone hated the casket room. It was freezing cold year round, the lights were always uncomfortably dim no matter what maintenance did to try to fix them, and there was this manniquin in the corner in full military dress that just felt wrong. The only people who weren't bothered by the room was the cemetery sales staff, and that's only because they had no souls.
So my partner and I don't find anyone, so we lock everything up and head out. We get back an hour later, get our new guest logged in, and decide to get a cup of coffee before leaving. He and I walk toward the kitchen, only to find the casket room door open about three feet. It's almost pitch black in there, and I can barely make out the red in the manniquin's uniform. It shouldn't be that close to the door. My partner and I froze for a second, then I grabbed his wrist and we backed up into the kitchen and straight out the back door. It honestly felt like if we had gotten too close to the casket room door something bad would have happened.
Neither of us would ever go near that room again, even during the day. I could spend time alone in the prep room or crematory no problem, so I'm not easily spooked, but there was something wrong with that room.
So my partner and I don't find anyone, so we lock everything up and head out. We get back an hour later, get our new guest logged in, and decide to get a cup of coffee before leaving. He and I walk toward the kitchen, only to find the casket room door open about three feet. It's almost pitch black in there, and I can barely make out the red in the manniquin's uniform. It shouldn't be that close to the door. My partner and I froze for a second, then I grabbed his wrist and we backed up into the kitchen and straight out the back door. It honestly felt like if we had gotten too close to the casket room door something bad would have happened.
Neither of us would ever go near that room again, even during the day. I could spend time alone in the prep room or crematory no problem, so I'm not easily spooked, but there was something wrong with that room.
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#25
I work prisoner watch shifts, where basically you make sure the drunks don't throw up on themselves.
Anyways, this one girl came in at about 2:30am and blew a .21 BAC so she was out of it for most of the booking. When she was put in the cell she passed out. A couple hours later I look up from my laptop and see her just standing at the door just staring at me and softly tapping the glass. She then went into this cycle of staring at me, then crying, then laughing. I can't say I've ever been more creeped out than that night.
Anyways, this one girl came in at about 2:30am and blew a .21 BAC so she was out of it for most of the booking. When she was put in the cell she passed out. A couple hours later I look up from my laptop and see her just standing at the door just staring at me and softly tapping the glass. She then went into this cycle of staring at me, then crying, then laughing. I can't say I've ever been more creeped out than that night.
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#26
Working in a hospital, quite a few weird things happen. Just two examples:
1) We had a patient on the ward which was in the passing process. She used the emergency bell (not sure what the correct english term is, but that thing patients use when they need something). So I go to her room and the patient asks me "Why is that dark guy standing over there?" - but there was no one to be seen. So I tried to tell her and she was ok with it.
An hour later she rang again, I'm going to her room and she again asks "why is that guy standing over there", pointing into the nothingness. That happened a few times but there never was anyone and noone could have entered the ward without me knowing (nor any other patient going to the room without noticing). At the end of the night I found her passed away. She was allowed to pass and everyone knew it was going to happen.
2) Had a patient in a room with 4 guys, he was pretty normal, nothing out of the ordinary. One night one of the other patients of that room walked up to me and told me that one of the guys in the room has been in the bathroom for about 15 minutes, locked himself in there and there weren't any noises coming out anymore. So I get up and was about to check on him (we can unlock all doors from the outside). But as soon as I enter the room, the guy comes out of the bathroom, walks to his bed across the window and sits down. I walk up to him and ask him if everything is ok but he just replies with "they're taking lives of all the people". So I ask him who's doing that to someone and he replies with "those guys out there" and points outside the window. Then I ask him if he can tell me what year it is and he replies with "1438" and keeps saying "they're ending them out there".
Suddenly he's all normal again and says "why are you asking me these questions, I'm not crazy" and he really was back to normal again when I kept talking to him. He was then laying down to sleep and nothing ever happened after that. Kinda creepy when dealing with that at 1 am but I'm used to it. Lots of weird stuff happening in hospitals.
1) We had a patient on the ward which was in the passing process. She used the emergency bell (not sure what the correct english term is, but that thing patients use when they need something). So I go to her room and the patient asks me "Why is that dark guy standing over there?" - but there was no one to be seen. So I tried to tell her and she was ok with it.
An hour later she rang again, I'm going to her room and she again asks "why is that guy standing over there", pointing into the nothingness. That happened a few times but there never was anyone and noone could have entered the ward without me knowing (nor any other patient going to the room without noticing). At the end of the night I found her passed away. She was allowed to pass and everyone knew it was going to happen.
2) Had a patient in a room with 4 guys, he was pretty normal, nothing out of the ordinary. One night one of the other patients of that room walked up to me and told me that one of the guys in the room has been in the bathroom for about 15 minutes, locked himself in there and there weren't any noises coming out anymore. So I get up and was about to check on him (we can unlock all doors from the outside). But as soon as I enter the room, the guy comes out of the bathroom, walks to his bed across the window and sits down. I walk up to him and ask him if everything is ok but he just replies with "they're taking lives of all the people". So I ask him who's doing that to someone and he replies with "those guys out there" and points outside the window. Then I ask him if he can tell me what year it is and he replies with "1438" and keeps saying "they're ending them out there".
Suddenly he's all normal again and says "why are you asking me these questions, I'm not crazy" and he really was back to normal again when I kept talking to him. He was then laying down to sleep and nothing ever happened after that. Kinda creepy when dealing with that at 1 am but I'm used to it. Lots of weird stuff happening in hospitals.
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#27
I work in a motel during the graveyard and someone was complaining that there was someone passed out on the elevator, so I go to see and it's a middle aged man lying half in and half out facedown and the elevator doors kept closing on his body. I shake him and no answer, he feels cold so I call 911. Turns out he had a heart attack hours before and no one noticed, he was already gone before the paramedics got to him.
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#28
Coffee shop, 4 am, some guy comes in and my coworker is just staring at him weirdly as he walks up to me. He just comes to the counter and says "someone lit the garbage can on fire out there" and just leaves. Sure enough a few seconds later I see flames reaching out of the garbage can on the street outside our shop so I go fill a bucket and put it out. After I put it out my coworker said before the guy came in she watched him throwing lit matches into the garbage can but he walked inside before she could tell me and didn't say anything because she was weirded out.
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#29
Working in a liquor store at 2 am some guys walks into the store. Heads to the back to grab a 12 case of beer from the cooler. Ten seconds later his car comes barreling through the front door still on and everything.
The idiot left his car in drive and the sloped parking lot let it pick up speed and barrel through the front door.
Best part when he walked out of the cooler.
"Ahh darn, that's my car."
Well no way sherlock you're the only person in the parking lot.
The idiot left his car in drive and the sloped parking lot let it pick up speed and barrel through the front door.
Best part when he walked out of the cooler.
"Ahh darn, that's my car."
Well no way sherlock you're the only person in the parking lot.
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#30
Working as a pastry chef for a resort in the mountains, pulling a graveyard shift. Because we were in a kinda remote location it was very dark outdoors. I was taking the trash out to the dumpster which was a short walk away. As I got near the dumpster I heard rustling and scraping, shined my flashlight at the noise and saw two glowing white eyes. At this point I nearly lost it it then as the creature turned its head I saw that it was a black bear, raiding our trash. Following the only advice I knew, I threw my arms up and made myself look as big as possible. The bear ran off, and afterwards we got better locks for our dumpster.
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#31
1.Christmas night last year or the year before. I'm sitting at my desk and see smoke outside the window. (2nd floor office building) I stand up and there is a car engulfed in flames. Coworker dials 911, I head down to make sure there isn't some one sitting in the car or anything. Couldn't find anyone which I thought was odd and headed back in. Turns out the car was stolen, used in a robbery and torched in our parking lot.
2.Security does nightly rounds. 1:30 am and 5:15 am. 2:15 am, no one has come by... Call down to make sure everything is ok. No answer. Walk down. Guard is on the floor, Had a stroke. Ended up living but has serious mental problems and was never able to come back to work.
I'm sure there is more I'll think of. Night shift is great.
2.Security does nightly rounds. 1:30 am and 5:15 am. 2:15 am, no one has come by... Call down to make sure everything is ok. No answer. Walk down. Guard is on the floor, Had a stroke. Ended up living but has serious mental problems and was never able to come back to work.
I'm sure there is more I'll think of. Night shift is great.
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#32
Not my story, but my dad's. He's been a nurse for 20+ years now, most of which was spent in the ER. For a while, he was working 3rd shift at this old hospital in Chicago. One night, a man died and my dad was left with the lovely task of pushing the guy on the gurney to the hospital's morgue.
This next part sounds so cliche because it's something straight out of a B horror film. Poorly lit hall, tile walls and floors, complete silence except for a squeaky wheel on the gurney. To top off a creepy old hospital at night, the body had gone stiff at this point, and the man's arm kept sliding out from under the sheet and hanging down. Put the arm back up, falls back down. Nothing supernatural, but my dad still has nightmares about it where the body will pull the sheet down and smile up at my dad.
He has so many awful stories of things he's seen. Poor guy has PTSD.
This next part sounds so cliche because it's something straight out of a B horror film. Poorly lit hall, tile walls and floors, complete silence except for a squeaky wheel on the gurney. To top off a creepy old hospital at night, the body had gone stiff at this point, and the man's arm kept sliding out from under the sheet and hanging down. Put the arm back up, falls back down. Nothing supernatural, but my dad still has nightmares about it where the body will pull the sheet down and smile up at my dad.
He has so many awful stories of things he's seen. Poor guy has PTSD.
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#33
Saw a guy with brain coming out of his ear and out of his eye socket at about 4am. It made a couple people in the room almost vomit.
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#34
I went to the second floor of the building to have a nap at like 3 AM. As I was closing my eyes I had this weird uneasy feeling like somebody else was in the room. But I closed my eyes tight and just ignored it. As I kept sleeping I felt something else moving in the room. But I refused to give in to it.
Finally I decided I'd take a quick glance to see what it was....when I opened my eyes, in the reflection of one of the glass walls I saw a bearded man smiling and it freaked me the hell out so I jolted up.
So it turns out, it was a electric waving Santa Claus display that somebody had plugged in and it was pretty realistic at 3 AM.
Finally I decided I'd take a quick glance to see what it was....when I opened my eyes, in the reflection of one of the glass walls I saw a bearded man smiling and it freaked me the hell out so I jolted up.
So it turns out, it was a electric waving Santa Claus display that somebody had plugged in and it was pretty realistic at 3 AM.
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#35
One of the buildings I worked in had a metal sheet roof. Sometimes, when the wind blew just right, it sounded like a mob of people crying and screaming. Scared the living hell out of me one night when the wind picked up and suddenly I sounded like I was in hell. Because of the rust, if a storm was especially bad, it would look like there was blood running down the sides of the walls as well.
It was mildly horrific.
It was mildly horrific.
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#36
I worked nights in a care home for the elderly patients with dementia etc.. Found quite a few dead bodies. First one was on my 4th ever shift working there, second ever shift actually working the floor after training. And i had to help wash and dress the body. I was 18.
There were many more people who died whilst i worked as a carer. There is really no preparing you for that.
There were many more people who died whilst i worked as a carer. There is really no preparing you for that.
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#37
One time I was driving home from my ex's house at about 2 or 3 AM which I did pretty often, and for which I took one of three paths back. This was in rural/suburban Illinois on a really misty night, I was the only one on the rode for the entire drive, and I was taking the path that I rarely took. When I rounded a corner of trees, I almost hit this unmarked semi truck which was just idling in the middle of the intersection, blocking any way to cross the intersection. No one was in the drivers seat.
I start slowly trying to go around it and saw a straight line of at least 30 completely identical and unmarked semi trucks, all on them with the engine running, and as I saw while driving past, all without a driver in them. Keeping in mind that this was just a normal, 3 lane road that led to like the library, a few food places, and some houses, it was really eerie.
I start slowly trying to go around it and saw a straight line of at least 30 completely identical and unmarked semi trucks, all on them with the engine running, and as I saw while driving past, all without a driver in them. Keeping in mind that this was just a normal, 3 lane road that led to like the library, a few food places, and some houses, it was really eerie.
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#38
I work third shift in the maternity of a local dairy farm. I basically get to make sure that the cows and heifers have their calves without a problem and then feed the calves for the first time to make sure that they stay healthy.
When I started my job, just a few days in, I had to clean out the water troughs in the pens where the cows were. Its pretty simple, just some scrubbing, but there are quite a few so it takes the better part of two hours to get it done. Usually this isnt a problem to be doing something for that long without checking on the cows that are close to their due date, but today wasn't a normal day. Normally, there are only 2 or 3 calves born in a shift. This shift, after getting the waters cleaned, there were 4 calves that were calved out in the pens which isn't good. we are supposed to get the cows back to clean maternity pens so that the calves stay relatively clean.
This still wasn't a huge deal so I got all of the calves and their mothers brought in, wrote them all down on the sheet to keep track of who had whom. I get milk ready to feed the 4 calves, give the cows their calcium pills, and go back to check the cows again because it had taken about an hour to get everyone to where they needed to be. There were two more calves in the big pens.
So kinda mad at this point. usually it takes more than an hour for a cow to have a calf, but because I was rushing to get the other calves and cows in and because I was new to the job, I didnt see the cows that were about to freshen. So I brought them back, checked really really well, and fed the now 6 calves. I needed to push feed in the big barn where the milking cows were so that they could still reach it at this point so I dropped everything else that I was doing to go do that.
I get back from pushing feed, check the cows once again to make sure there aren't any more calves, and start setting up the cows that I brought in to milk them so that I have milk for calves born later. as Im moving the cows from the holding pen back into the maternity pens to be milked, I notice that one cow looks like she is pushing. I check her and wallah, she was going to have twins. After helping her have her 2nd calf, I milked the fresh cows and fed the new calf. Up to 7 calves. It is now near the end of my shift and Im exhausted.
It seemed like things had quieted down and I finally get some time to sit and eat. I have about an hour and a half left of my shift and only need to check the cows one last time before going home and sleeping. But things just got better.
Half an hour before I get to leave, I check one last time to make sure that there is none right away for the next shift. Surprise surprise, there was another 2 calfs. That is 9 calves for the night. I get one of them back along with the mother and go back for the other one. I notice that there is only one cow by the calf (usually there is a group of cows checking out what is going on) and the mother is pretty far away from where the calf is. This confused me. I got the mother back and went back for the calf.
I quickly found out why there was only one cow by the calf and the mother wasn't even by it. The one cow was viciously hellbent on letting nothing and no one get close to her or the calf. as soon as I got anywhere near, she would make sure I knew not to get any closer by getting really loud and lowering her head. Still being new to the job, I thought I could maybe just get in there and drag the calf out really quickly. bad idea. I got close enough to reach down and grab the calf, but upon lowering my head, the cow thought I was getting aggressive and charged. she had me pinned up against where they lay down. she thrashed me around a bit but I was able to get away to the other side of the lane. after that, I couldn't even look at the calf without the cow getting mad. I tried a few times to lasso the calf to the other side of the lane where I was, but it was too far away. it was now half an hour after I should have left and next shift still hasn't showed up.
I called my manager to ask what to do and he told me try moving all of the cows to one side and they might end up pushing the cow with them, otherwise I should just wait for morning shift to show up and help. I tried that and she didn't budge an inch. I tried to lasso again but that still didn't work. So now the only thing to do is wait for morning shift. Its getting close to an hour after I was supposed to leave and morning shift still hasn't showed up.
Not wanting to get yelled at by the bosses for not doing morning shift work, I started packing up because my shift was way over. The calf and cow were no longer my problem and I needed to sleep badly.
Just while I was washing off my boots, and angry short woman that I have never met came angrily stomping in. "You know there is a calf out there right??"
I told her that my shift was over and I was going home and she looked like she was about to have an aneurysm. She shouted at me some more but I had already clocked out and I knew she wasn't my boss so I just started to leave. She stomped away, grabbing the cart to get the calf in and I chuckled to myself "good luck"
Morning shift never showed up that day and she wasn't able to get the calf back without a group of 6 other people.
When I started my job, just a few days in, I had to clean out the water troughs in the pens where the cows were. Its pretty simple, just some scrubbing, but there are quite a few so it takes the better part of two hours to get it done. Usually this isnt a problem to be doing something for that long without checking on the cows that are close to their due date, but today wasn't a normal day. Normally, there are only 2 or 3 calves born in a shift. This shift, after getting the waters cleaned, there were 4 calves that were calved out in the pens which isn't good. we are supposed to get the cows back to clean maternity pens so that the calves stay relatively clean.
This still wasn't a huge deal so I got all of the calves and their mothers brought in, wrote them all down on the sheet to keep track of who had whom. I get milk ready to feed the 4 calves, give the cows their calcium pills, and go back to check the cows again because it had taken about an hour to get everyone to where they needed to be. There were two more calves in the big pens.
So kinda mad at this point. usually it takes more than an hour for a cow to have a calf, but because I was rushing to get the other calves and cows in and because I was new to the job, I didnt see the cows that were about to freshen. So I brought them back, checked really really well, and fed the now 6 calves. I needed to push feed in the big barn where the milking cows were so that they could still reach it at this point so I dropped everything else that I was doing to go do that.
I get back from pushing feed, check the cows once again to make sure there aren't any more calves, and start setting up the cows that I brought in to milk them so that I have milk for calves born later. as Im moving the cows from the holding pen back into the maternity pens to be milked, I notice that one cow looks like she is pushing. I check her and wallah, she was going to have twins. After helping her have her 2nd calf, I milked the fresh cows and fed the new calf. Up to 7 calves. It is now near the end of my shift and Im exhausted.
It seemed like things had quieted down and I finally get some time to sit and eat. I have about an hour and a half left of my shift and only need to check the cows one last time before going home and sleeping. But things just got better.
Half an hour before I get to leave, I check one last time to make sure that there is none right away for the next shift. Surprise surprise, there was another 2 calfs. That is 9 calves for the night. I get one of them back along with the mother and go back for the other one. I notice that there is only one cow by the calf (usually there is a group of cows checking out what is going on) and the mother is pretty far away from where the calf is. This confused me. I got the mother back and went back for the calf.
I quickly found out why there was only one cow by the calf and the mother wasn't even by it. The one cow was viciously hellbent on letting nothing and no one get close to her or the calf. as soon as I got anywhere near, she would make sure I knew not to get any closer by getting really loud and lowering her head. Still being new to the job, I thought I could maybe just get in there and drag the calf out really quickly. bad idea. I got close enough to reach down and grab the calf, but upon lowering my head, the cow thought I was getting aggressive and charged. she had me pinned up against where they lay down. she thrashed me around a bit but I was able to get away to the other side of the lane. after that, I couldn't even look at the calf without the cow getting mad. I tried a few times to lasso the calf to the other side of the lane where I was, but it was too far away. it was now half an hour after I should have left and next shift still hasn't showed up.
I called my manager to ask what to do and he told me try moving all of the cows to one side and they might end up pushing the cow with them, otherwise I should just wait for morning shift to show up and help. I tried that and she didn't budge an inch. I tried to lasso again but that still didn't work. So now the only thing to do is wait for morning shift. Its getting close to an hour after I was supposed to leave and morning shift still hasn't showed up.
Not wanting to get yelled at by the bosses for not doing morning shift work, I started packing up because my shift was way over. The calf and cow were no longer my problem and I needed to sleep badly.
Just while I was washing off my boots, and angry short woman that I have never met came angrily stomping in. "You know there is a calf out there right??"
I told her that my shift was over and I was going home and she looked like she was about to have an aneurysm. She shouted at me some more but I had already clocked out and I knew she wasn't my boss so I just started to leave. She stomped away, grabbing the cart to get the calf in and I chuckled to myself "good luck"
Morning shift never showed up that day and she wasn't able to get the calf back without a group of 6 other people.
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I went to the washroom, and upon leaving my part of the lab, saw that all our computers had been stolen. Which had been there at the start of my shift. They had come in while I was working just feet away. Was so glad I didn't go to the washroom sooner.
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Late to the party so this probably won't be seen but I was working at a hotel doing my 2 a.m. rounds and went to the back stairwell which is indoors and started going up it. Part way up was a huge chunk of long blonde hair but not messy at all like it had been ripped out, more like it was neatly cut and gently placed, got to the top of the stairs and next to the door was a bloody handprint. Just past the door in the hallway was a bloody smear down the wall. Got the hell out of there and called my manager who lived on site and we went to check it out and the hair was gone and so was most of the blood. Talked to a couple of our guests who had stayed their for months for work and they hadn't heard anything. We never did find out what happened.
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