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. As much negativity as we see in the field, it helped my partner and I make sense of it. I like to think of it as the guy’s wife still looking out for him. There’s probably several explanations that could be perfectly plausible, but… the whole thing just didn’t sit right with any of us. ‘My wife has been dead for 10 years, and I don’t have much family.’ ‘Who was the woman that called? Your wife? Where is she?’ An officer asked as we were loading him up. Been there almost all afternoon and night. He’d slipped on some motor oil he spilled earlier, and couldn’t get up or crawl on his own. He was delirious and dehydrated, with a broken hip and a few ribs. We find an older man, 50-60, laying on his side in the middle of the garage. PD breaks down the door and call in reinforcements. Frantic and so thunderous, the firefighters heard it outside and came running in. We hear thumps like someone trying to get out, coming from the locked garage. Windows and doors were open, and a big rush of cool air comes and blasts near us. The lights flicker and go dark in the entire damn house. But they think they hear a woman’s voice from under the floorboards near the garage. PD gets there and we talk, tell them what we found, which was obviously nothing. Wtf? We got dispatched at 1:57AM, got there at 2:04… we looked on the computer. All of a sudden, my clock on my wrist beeps 3AM. (Lights weren’t on in the garage windows.) My partner and I was NOT about to get murdered searching the property or garage. We didn’t think to check the garage, but it wasn’t lit, and it had a stupid amount of locks on the outside. We go back to wait by the truck but leave our gear on the driveway, in plain view. We radio in ‘patient not found, please advise.’ PD still isn’t here. No bloodstains, no sign of a struggle, anything. Luckily there isn’t an upstairs, but we cover the entire inside of the house. ‘Ma’am? Sir? Medics! Paramedic squad is here, where are you so we can help?’ Etc. Windows are open, drapes are flowing in the cool breeze, and we start yelling for people. We open the front door, all the lights are on in the house. We wanted to wait for PD, but every second counts in a potential cardiac arrest. The house was well kept and unsuspecting. We figured this guy probably died of cardiac arrest and we’re going to either have to work him or call DOA. ![]() ![]() We’ve never had issues with this suburb before, it’s all quiet old people. Monitor, med bag, oxygen, suction, everything. PD was enroute but not here, and us thinking this quiet suburban neighborhood was safe, partner and I went in fully loaded. A female frantically called, gave the address and apparently ‘can’t wake her husband up,’ then hung up. Got called out to a home, unknown reasons, ‘man down,’ and we were first on scene. (Aside from the murders we work, assaults, rapes, etc.) This is the creepiest one that I can’t explain. “I’m a medic that primarily works nightshift/graveyard, and we have seen some freaky stuff. A man’s deceased wife called 911 to save his life It could have just been my imagination but it was just too clear.” - Yaxax 2. I looked up information to see if anyone had died there, but couldn’t find anything. I watched the CCTV but the cameras didn’t reach that far. It happened so much that I can remember what the body looked like, what the body was wearing, but whenever I mentioned it to the staff they said they have never seen or heard anything about it. This happened at least once a week, always around 1am, a body would just fall limply from the top of the car park and disappear before it hit the floor. I got up and ran outside, to the edge and looked over, but there wasn’t a body on the floor. My job was running the cloakroom at the entrance of the club, and from my seat I could see the empty car park.Ībout a week into the job, around 1am when no one was coming or going, I was staring blankly into the distance, and I noticed a body fall from the top of the multi-storey car park and out of my vision below the nightclub. ![]() The nightclub was above some clothes shop and right next to a multi-story car park. “My very first job – working in a nightclub. These true stories from Ask Reddit will convince you to get a day job.
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