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Who Afraid to work alone at night?

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NiceCold

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Who Afraid to work alone at night?

in the past i used to be the only person in the building. my superior went to deliver stuff to a customer and the boss went to who knows where. i was alone in the work place and put in charge of the place. it was only around 5 and it was already pitch dark just like now here in the winter... pitch dark quickly. i felt kindda scared both of human and gagagaga you know the G thang! oh and its not in a store.. it is its own work building.

the experience was rare but if i have to choose to work alone at night its a no no!
 
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No. But...
Cliffs:
I had a guy who had just chopped off his girlfriends head try to truck jack me.

Book:

It was a dark and stormy night. Literally, I was in a plow truck. I pulled into the closed CHP scales (I have a key) in Camino, CA to use the bathroom. As I pulled into them, I saw a person at the pay phone jumping up and down. I didn’t see a vehicle so I assumed he had walked there. I didn’t know why at the time, but he gave me the creeps.
I pulled past the building about 40? and positioned the truck so I could watch him in the mirror. I figured when he left, I’d go in the building. I reached way over and locked the passenger door. I thought I’d locked the driver’s door. I watched him dance (he was still jumping around) up to within 20’ of my door. He started yelling to me and I rolled the window a little more than half way down so I could hear him. He was rambling and he came over and stepped up onto the fuel tank step. I turned on the interior light and saw blood splatters all over his face and the front of his jacket.
I assumed he had been in a wreck (no car) and he had walked to the scales for help. I asked him if he had wrecked and was anyone else hurt? Speaking very quickly he said that he had to get down the hill. I asked him again where his car was at and did he need help. He’s holding on to the partially raised window and rocking back and forth saying he had to go down the hill.
I told him I’d call the CHP for him and get him a ride. He started yelling, NO COPS! NO COPS!?
Now I was wondering WTF? I told him to get down off the truck and to go around to the passenger door and I’d give him a ride. I figured when he got down, I’d drive away.
Instead, he tried to drag me through the window by my jacket. I knocked his hand off of me then punched him and knocked him off the truck. He hit the ground on both feet and was stumbling backwards. I hit the door lock with my left elbow to double check the lock and it clicked down. My butt puckered up and grabbed the seat cushion; I thought I had locked the door. I am releasing the brake, grabbing the radio mic and shifting all at the same time. As I am doing this I am looking at him to see if the is going to jump back on. Plow trucks have no acceleration. I see he has a wooded stick in his hands and I am wondering where that came from as he had both hands on the window. He doesn’t try to get back on and I head for next exit and call my lead worker and he tells me he heard on the scanner that there was a guy up there with an axe. Seems the guy tied to get a ride just before I got there and that person had called the cops. The guy didn’t try to jack his car, he just left.
I get to the next exit and turn back in the direction of the scales. I park on the shoulder and wait for the cops. A couple of minutes later, they (2 cars) go blowing by me on the way to the scales. I head back to the scales and as I enter them, they have him at gun point. He has his hands in the air and is turning in circles. I put my high beams on him and one of the cops holsters his weapon and attempts to hand cuff the guy. He resists and the fight is on.
I get out and they have him on his hands and knees and he’s not fighting but he is resisting. They can’t get him prone or cuff him. Another cops shows up and he starts nailing the guy with his baton. The sound is echoing off the building with each blow. And this cop was good sized. The guy on the ground isn’t even flinching. Another cop shows up and the four of them get him cuffed.
They get him in the back of the car and are interviewing me. I tell them what happened and about the stick I saw. One of the cops goes over to the building and comes back. He said, is this what you saw?? It was. What I had seen was the handle of a hatchet. I never saw the other end because of the light.
I went back to my station.
They took him to jail and on the way; he broke out the side window with his head. They stopped and hog tied him.
The next day, a man took his niece home to his sister’s house because the girl’s mom didn’t show up that morning to pick up her daughter. She lived below the scales just over the bank a ways. When they got there, there was blood everywhere and mom was dead.
Cops come and find a restraining order against the guy they had arrested the night before. Seems she got the order because he threatened to kill her with an axe.
I end up testifying in court and he’s found guilty.
Turns out he was on PCP and he already had two strikes.

Too top this off, two weeks after this happened I was parked down by the river getting a snack out of my lunch box. A deputy pulls up beside me and says: Hey Chris. You see a guys wearing a hockey mask and carrying a rifle running up and down the river bank?
I laugh because I think he is teasing me about the killer. He assures me that they have a report of the person. I tell him I hadn’t seen him but if he was there, head find me. So I left.
 
Some of my employees tell me when they're closing the store at night, there's noises in the back. Some of the rooms also have a not very clean atmosphere to it. So we burn incense and cleanse it weekly. The employees who are closing the store are afraid to vacuum by themselves at the end of the night when everybody's gone.

I just walk around the business in complete darkness. I tend to not turn on any lights at home either. It's all for energy savings.
 
oldsmoboat said:
No. But...
Cliffs:
I had a guy who had just chopped off his girlfriends head try to truck jack me.

Book:

It was a dark and stormy night. Literally, I was in a plow truck. I pulled into the closed CHP scales (I have a key) in Camino, CA to use the bathroom. As I pulled into them, I saw a person at the pay phone jumping up and down. I didn’t see a vehicle so I assumed he had walked there. I didn’t know why at the time, but he gave me the creeps.
I pulled past the building about 40? and positioned the truck so I could watch him in the mirror. I figured when he left, I’d go in the building. I reached way over and locked the passenger door. I thought I’d locked the driver’s door. I watched him dance (he was still jumping around) up to within 20’ of my door. He started yelling to me and I rolled the window a little more than half way down so I could hear him. He was rambling and he came over and stepped up onto the fuel tank step. I turned on the interior light and saw blood splatters all over his face and the front of his jacket.
I assumed he had been in a wreck (no car) and he had walked to the scales for help. I asked him if he had wrecked and was anyone else hurt? Speaking very quickly he said that he had to get down the hill. I asked him again where his car was at and did he need help. He’s holding on to the partially raised window and rocking back and forth saying he had to go down the hill.
I told him I’d call the CHP for him and get him a ride. He started yelling, NO COPS! NO COPS!?
Now I was wondering WTF? I told him to get down off the truck and to go around to the passenger door and I’d give him a ride. I figured when he got down, I’d drive away.
Instead, he tried to drag me through the window by my jacket. I knocked his hand off of me then punched him and knocked him off the truck. He hit the ground on both feet and was stumbling backwards. I hit the door lock with my left elbow to double check the lock and it clicked down. My butt puckered up and grabbed the seat cushion; I thought I had locked the door. I am releasing the brake, grabbing the radio mic and shifting all at the same time. As I am doing this I am looking at him to see if the is going to jump back on. Plow trucks have no acceleration. I see he has a wooded stick in his hands and I am wondering where that came from as he had both hands on the window. He doesn’t try to get back on and I head for next exit and call my lead worker and he tells me he heard on the scanner that there was a guy up there with an axe. Seems the guy tied to get a ride just before I got there and that person had called the cops. The guy didn’t try to jack his car, he just left.
I get to the next exit and turn back in the direction of the scales. I park on the shoulder and wait for the cops. A couple of minutes later, they (2 cars) go blowing by me on the way to the scales. I head back to the scales and as I enter them, they have him at gun point. He has his hands in the air and is turning in circles. I put my high beams on him and one of the cops holsters his weapon and attempts to hand cuff the guy. He resists and the fight is on.
I get out and they have him on his hands and knees and he’s not fighting but he is resisting. They can’t get him prone or cuff him. Another cops shows up and he starts nailing the guy with his baton. The sound is echoing off the building with each blow. And this cop was good sized. The guy on the ground isn’t even flinching. Another cop shows up and the four of them get him cuffed.
They get him in the back of the car and are interviewing me. I tell them what happened and about the stick I saw. One of the cops goes over to the building and comes back. He said, is this what you saw?? It was. What I had seen was the handle of a hatchet. I never saw the other end because of the light.
I went back to my station.
They took him to jail and on the way; he broke out the side window with his head. They stopped and hog tied him.
The next day, a man took his niece home to his sister’s house because the girl’s mom didn’t show up that morning to pick up her daughter. She lived below the scales just over the bank a ways. When they got there, there was blood everywhere and mom was dead.
Cops come and find a restraining order against the guy they had arrested the night before. Seems she got the order because he threatened to kill her with an axe.
I end up testifying in court and he’s found guilty.
Turns out he was on PCP and he already had two strikes.

Too top this off, two weeks after this happened I was parked down by the river getting a snack out of my lunch box. A deputy pulls up beside me and says: Hey Chris. You see a guys wearing a hockey mask and carrying a rifle running up and down the river bank?
I laugh because I think he is teasing me about the killer. He assures me that they have a report of the person. I tell him I hadn’t seen him but if he was there, head find me. So I left.
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crazy story :ninja:
 
I've been alone at night in the office, and walked around the dark manufacturing area. It can be a little eerie but not in a bad way.
 
Nope.

In fact sometimes I think I am the guy people are afraid of.

Good news is only the most depraved bastard would think of assaulting me.
 
oldsmoboat said:
No. But...
Cliffs:
I had a guy who had just chopped off his girlfriends head try to truck jack me.

Book:

It was a dark and stormy night. Literally, I was in a plow truck. I pulled into the closed CHP scales (I have a key) in Camino, CA to use the bathroom. As I pulled into them, I saw a person at the pay phone jumping up and down. I didn’t see a vehicle so I assumed he had walked there. I didn’t know why at the time, but he gave me the creeps.
I pulled past the building about 40? and positioned the truck so I could watch him in the mirror. I figured when he left, I’d go in the building. I reached way over and locked the passenger door. I thought I’d locked the driver’s door. I watched him dance (he was still jumping around) up to within 20’ of my door. He started yelling to me and I rolled the window a little more than half way down so I could hear him. He was rambling and he came over and stepped up onto the fuel tank step. I turned on the interior light and saw blood splatters all over his face and the front of his jacket.
I assumed he had been in a wreck (no car) and he had walked to the scales for help. I asked him if he had wrecked and was anyone else hurt? Speaking very quickly he said that he had to get down the hill. I asked him again where his car was at and did he need help. He’s holding on to the partially raised window and rocking back and forth saying he had to go down the hill.
I told him I’d call the CHP for him and get him a ride. He started yelling, NO COPS! NO COPS!?
Now I was wondering WTF? I told him to get down off the truck and to go around to the passenger door and I’d give him a ride. I figured when he got down, I’d drive away.
Instead, he tried to drag me through the window by my jacket. I knocked his hand off of me then punched him and knocked him off the truck. He hit the ground on both feet and was stumbling backwards. I hit the door lock with my left elbow to double check the lock and it clicked down. My butt puckered up and grabbed the seat cushion; I thought I had locked the door. I am releasing the brake, grabbing the radio mic and shifting all at the same time. As I am doing this I am looking at him to see if the is going to jump back on. Plow trucks have no acceleration. I see he has a wooded stick in his hands and I am wondering where that came from as he had both hands on the window. He doesn’t try to get back on and I head for next exit and call my lead worker and he tells me he heard on the scanner that there was a guy up there with an axe. Seems the guy tied to get a ride just before I got there and that person had called the cops. The guy didn’t try to jack his car, he just left.
I get to the next exit and turn back in the direction of the scales. I park on the shoulder and wait for the cops. A couple of minutes later, they (2 cars) go blowing by me on the way to the scales. I head back to the scales and as I enter them, they have him at gun point. He has his hands in the air and is turning in circles. I put my high beams on him and one of the cops holsters his weapon and attempts to hand cuff the guy. He resists and the fight is on.
I get out and they have him on his hands and knees and he’s not fighting but he is resisting. They can’t get him prone or cuff him. Another cops shows up and he starts nailing the guy with his baton. The sound is echoing off the building with each blow. And this cop was good sized. The guy on the ground isn’t even flinching. Another cop shows up and the four of them get him cuffed.
They get him in the back of the car and are interviewing me. I tell them what happened and about the stick I saw. One of the cops goes over to the building and comes back. He said, is this what you saw?? It was. What I had seen was the handle of a hatchet. I never saw the other end because of the light.
I went back to my station.
They took him to jail and on the way; he broke out the side window with his head. They stopped and hog tied him.
The next day, a man took his niece home to his sister’s house because the girl’s mom didn’t show up that morning to pick up her daughter. She lived below the scales just over the bank a ways. When they got there, there was blood everywhere and mom was dead.
Cops come and find a restraining order against the guy they had arrested the night before. Seems she got the order because he threatened to kill her with an axe.
I end up testifying in court and he’s found guilty.
Turns out he was on PCP and he already had two strikes.

Too top this off, two weeks after this happened I was parked down by the river getting a snack out of my lunch box. A deputy pulls up beside me and says: Hey Chris. You see a guys wearing a hockey mask and carrying a rifle running up and down the river bank?
I laugh because I think he is teasing me about the killer. He assures me that they have a report of the person. I tell him I hadn’t seen him but if he was there, head find me. So I left.
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Holy crap. Nice of you to try to help a guy out, too bad he had to be all... murderer and such.
 
I'm not, but I'd be totally screwed if I was.

I work in a decommissioned aluminum foundry that we're turnign into a datacenter, the place is weird as hell there are holes all over the place, weird noise. Sometimes I'll be workign and old pieces of equipment will fall off the walls. I've been here 8 months and I'm still finding secret rooms
 
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When I was in the Navy and standing watch at night there were a couple of buildings which were pretty freaky to patrol. You'd rove around the building checking all the doors, etc, and you had to do this I think it was every 30 min or maybe 1 hour... but this one particular building, to be in the basement of it... at 3am... and there is only one other living soul in the building and he's bound to stay at his podium upstairs, that could be a bit unnerving. This was the building everyone claimed was haunted. I don't believe in the supernatural but that doesn't stop it from getting to you to think about it.

Sometimes when I was on the submarine itself you'd be roving at night but you'd see other people around... there are quieter times on a submarine but there are always a lot of people awake.

I have a love/hate relationship with the nighttime solitude. Some of my fondest memories are when, back in the 90's, my brother used to go service networks at various office buildings, as their IT guy. He'd bring me along sometimes because he would get lonely. He'd bribe me with pizza etc, he was probably about 21 and I was about 17 during the specific times I'm thinking of, but sometimes we were both quite a bit younger than that. He was the only IT guy in our town back in the mid 90's.

I was often impatient to leave but thinking back, I have fond memories of it. Just being alone in some big building with only my brother, he'd be busy usually and I would just surf the net or play Doom or something. Maybe it's just nostalgia. We don't talk much anymore, and it was the last time we lived in the same area or spent much time together.
 
I do unpaid intern work at a school lab and actually really like it when the service corridor lights are mostly off and it's totally silent aside from a bit of humming of machines here and there. I have this odd, erotic primal urge to stay hidden in dark corners, waiting for the unsuspecting to appear.
 
I work night shifts a lot (love nights better than days, I'm not as tired since I can sleep in) and I'm the only person in the building. It's a telco central office, and some of the rooms could be potential horror movie material, such as the cable vault. I thought it would spook me to be alone, but it actually does not really bother me at all but sometimes I hear weird noises and think "WTF was that?" I'm in an office area of the building though. I walk around once in a while to check up on everything real quick and that's about it.

The odds of being in an actual danger such as a fugitive getting in is very slim. Doors are mag locks then that only gets you in the entrance area, then you'd need to fob in again to get to the rest of the building. It's the regional CO that houses the DMS for the whole region + lot of other equipment so it's a very important building and made very high security.

No windows, but we have security cameras that we can see outside. Interesting some of the activity that can happen in the middle of the night that you'd never know, such as people having sex on the sidewalk lol. Have not witnessed anything like that myself though.

A few nights ago the power kept going out, that was rather interesting. Thankfully we have 2 big diesel generators that kick in within the minute though. All the equipment is on 48v battery backup as well.

When I worked at the hospital I got called out one night because some equipment went down. When I got there the power was out and only every couple light was on, and lot of the bulbs were burnt or flickering. It was actually kinda spooky walking through those corridors alone.
 
Nope... It was bad enough during the day at my first job in a nursing home. One summer I had to do inventory in the basement storage room on stuff. This is the basement of a 50 year old nursing home where people died at least once a month.
 
When I was a cell technician ~ 2001-2002 timeframe, I got to go to some crazy ass buildings in the dead of night.

My personal favorites were:
1) Remington Shot tower in Bridgeport:
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2) The old Greenwich Hospital before it was torn down. Now that was creepy. Just imagine walking through completely empty wings with dimmed lighting, and it was still open access. No security was posted prohibiting someone from going into the old building and they didn't patrol it. A common scenario running through my head was some nutjob looking for a place to sleep shacked up in there ready to pounce on me with a knife.

3) My all time least favorite was a warehouse/shipping/receiving place in Stamford off Route 1. They shut down at 5:00 or 6:00 and turned off ALL the lights. The controls for the lights were in a locked office. So at night, we had to climb up four flights of stairs in complete pitch black (minus a flashlight, but what the hell good is that) in this creepy ass building.

Prior to my life in telecom, I had worked 3rd shift security at the CIGNA building in Hartford. On campus, there was a daycare building. As the night patrol driver I had to fulfill one of the strangest requests ever: I was required to go into the daycare building and verify the thermostat setting. No where else on the entire campus did that have to be done. I was exposed to potential little demons as my back as turned to the door/classroom to look insure the thermostat was set to 72 degrees.
 
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mcveigh said:
my patients are asleep but other than that I'm alone in the scary sleep lab!
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I did a sleep study once. I never slept. At about 4 AM the tech said, "yep you don't sleep. I have enough data, you might as well go home."
Who the heck can sleep with all those wires hooked up to them and someone watching them?
 
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