Night Shift Security Guards Describe The Creepiest Things They've Seen On The Job

From Redditor /u/Xalxa:

I work third-shift security at a brewery. My first week of working here, something just felt off. I dismissed it as it being a new work environment, plus me being alone at night. There are two main buildings on the same property - the brewery and the bar about 200 feet away. The third-shift guards hang out in the bar at night, since it has a good overlook of the facility. The lights automatically turn off and come on with motion.

I was coming back from a patrol around the facility. The lights in the main room and the back room were off, but the door to the back room was open. I walked into the bar like normal, and the lights came on after I took a few steps inside. Then I froze.

In that doorway, there was a thing. Humanoid, but not quite. Its arms were way too long, and its hair covered most of its upper body. The doorway was almost too small for it to get through. But after a few seconds, I blinked, and it was gone. Apparently, I'm not the only one who's seen it. After asking around a bit, a few of the day-shift guys seem to know what I'm talking about, but most refuse to talk about him.

Over the next few weeks, I had a few more run-ins with him, but only in the bar. I thought he couldn't leave it. One of the main public areas inside the brewery has a set of two doors - the outside and inside doors, kind of like an airlock. When you scan your access card after hours, the doors automatically open then close after about 30 seconds. The outside door has a tendency to get stuck, though.

So I stood in that "airlock" space, looking outside, waiting for the door to close. The inside door closed first behind me. Then the outside door closed. As it did, I see in the reflection the thing standing right behind me. Towering over me, staring down. Long arms hanging at his side.

I no longer stand in that space when I wait for the doors to close. I go inside, turn the lights on, then turn around and wait for the door to close.

From Redditor /u/Ole_Robin:

I was the last overnight shift watch on a Naval Air Station in a building that did advanced maintenance on planes but was not a hangar.

Around 2 am on my rounds, I hear people talking from the mechanic shop. No big deal, as sometimes those guys pull all-nighters or are asked to come in early. I go down there because I'm bored, but all the lights are off and it's empty. Weird.

I tell the senior watch on duty in the front of the building, and he says no one has signed in and it's just the two of us.

About an hour later, I hear it again while walking around, and I investigate. Lights out, no one is there. Getting weirder.

The third time it happens, it's about 4 am, and the senior watch and I are sitting up front watching TV and both clearly hear tools being thrown around the mechanic shop, clanging on the floor, and hollow banging against an engine that was in there. He tells me to go see what's going, and I tell him no way. My discharge is in about a month, and he could go look himself. He shrugs it off and goes back to watching TV.

I check in with the mechanic guys the next day, and they say their tools had not been moved and no one had been in overnight.

From Redditor /u/Iamninja28:

During my time as a sheriff's deputy, I worked as a night guard for a local branch of a massive investment firm for extra cash... the 4 pm to 12 am shift on weekends. There were only two guards on shift at any time... The facility was three buildings across a four-acre property, gated, and on the tail end of an industrial park, on the border of a really rough neighborhood...

One night, I was on guard during December, and a lot of the desks were covered in Christmas decorations and wrapping paper. The other guard was a fellow soldier with me in the National Guard, so we both knew we were trained and had each other's backs...

Suddenly, my radio lit up, and my buddy told me the cameras in one of the cubicle areas were feeding black and he thought the lights went out. My job was to walk over there and reset the breaker and get the lights back on.

I turned around and began to walk down the hallway. It was absolutely pitch black - no service lights, no door lights, no faint glow of computers left on, nothing. The air felt cold, and my flashlight felt darker than normal; something wasn't right.

My heartbeat began to speed up as I remembered the breaker room was all the way in the back, near the server, and I had to walk down nearly 40 rows of cubicles to get there... I kept hearing this odd, clicking sound as I began to slowly walk through the cubicle row.

Suddenly, I saw a silhouette crouched down between two cubicles in the back... I pinged the radio twice to signal my buddy to get 911 on standby. I began to slowly walk toward it, issuing verbal commands.

"Stand up, face me, NOW!" I yelled at the silhouette, wondering why it wasn't moving. As my flashlight hit it, I saw it was a clown statue holding a Charlie Brown Christmas tree.

I laughed... My hands were shaking, I was sweaty, and I genuinely was happy I didn't have to use force or possibly take a life that night. I felt so relieved. I walked up to it, planning to move it back inside of a cubicle to get it out of our way. Suddenly, it lit up and laughed, "BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA," loudly and sharply.

I took off running. The thing absolutely caught me off guard and scared the living sh*t out of me. Nothing scared me as much as that clown laughing at me. Eyes and nose glowing red. I ran all the way back to the front desk and made my buddy get the lights on in there.

I'm not even scared of clowns normally, but that one in particular would continue to creep me out for the rest of the time I worked there.

From Redditor /u/Gnarbuttah:

I used to work security for a ski resort; I was swing shift, 4 pm to midnight. After every shift, I had about a 20-minute walk down a dark, mountain road through the woods to reach my bus stop. Also, there were no streetlights...

After a week or so, I started getting stalked by a pack of coyotes. One coyote isn't terribly impressive, like an ugly, medium-size dog. Two coyotes aren't super intimidating, either, but three or more is a different story; once it's a proper pack, they get bold.

The first couple nights, it was just one or two. I could see their eye shine about 40 or 50 yards in the woods. They'd check me out then run off. After a week or two, more started showing up, four or five at a time; once I counted eight.

The thing is, once there were three or more, they didn't run off. They'd follow me from the treeline, every once and a while crossing the street in front of or behind me. They also stopped keeping their distance; they'd come as close as 20 feet or less.

Seeing eight pairs of glowing eyes is creepy, but the noises they make - holy f*ck. I carried bear mace at the ready during my walks to the bus stop for the whole season.

From Redditor /u/Shaunair:

I worked the third shift at a long-term care place for retired nuns and priests in Ohio. I could tell you some stories about how the clergy act when they start to slip at old age, but overall, it was a good job with good people in it...

I would only have a desk light on in between rounds, and I would often spend my nights reading. One night after my second set of rounds, I looked up to see one of the sisters who rarely ever got out of bed, let alone speak (she had severe dementia), standing in her nightgown directly in front of her door, pointing out the window in the common room I was in. She started screaming, "OMEGAAAAA. OMEGGAAA!"

I was 24 at the time and straight-up almost sh*t my pants. There really is no way to describe the sound, but it was some serious, next-level, Silent Hill, never-sleep-again stuff.

One of the nurses came over and helped her back to bed, and when she came back out, she must have seen my face. She politely told me Omega was her sister's name. It was a solid two hours later when I finally got calmed down enough to ask myself, "Who names their kid Omega?"

From Redditor /u/stormstalker: 

I used to work as a security officer. For a while, I was posted at a summer camp. This camp was set way back in the woods, so between that and the huge amount of food and garbage the campers left scattered all over the place, we occasionally had problems with bears.

One night, I was doing my patrols around 2 am or so, and I noticed one of the doors to the kitchen was open. This was one of those big, industrial-size kitchens, so I figured somebody snuck in to get a snack. I figured I'd catch them in the act for a bit of fun. I rushed through the door quickly and turned my (very bright) flashlight on, but didn't see a camper or a counselor. No, I saw a huge, black bear trying to break into one of the coolers where they kept the fruit. This [bear] was probably a good 400 to 500 pounds, and he did not appreciate my interrupting his snack time.

I immediately lowered my flashlight and slowly backed away to try to give him space, but he started to follow me out the door. I'd gotten probably 50 feet away from the kitchen, when he came out the door, but instead of running away, he just turned and sort of eyed me up. I was trying to keep backing away slowly. He began displaying signs of aggression: swaying his head, snorting, and laying back his ears and such. I took an aggressive posture, made myself as big as I could, and started yelling and clapping and stomping at him. Usually at this point, they'll just run off - they typically only act aggressively if they're scared, and they normally back away if you confront them.

Not this dude. He bluff-charged at me and continued to act aggressively, so I shined my flashlight directly at his face and tried to make as much noise as I could. Finally, he retreated a bit, but then he turned back around and kept watching from a distance. No matter what I tried, I couldn't get him to flee the area. I was afraid some kid might come out of their bunk and end up getting mauled, so eventually, I had to put out an emergency call. The camp director and the rest of the staff were woken up, and they came down in their Jeeps. Believe it or not, even driving toward this bear in a Jeep, with super-bright banjo lights and the horn blaring, didn't really phase him. He would waddle away a few yards and then turn back to watch us again.

We ultimately had to call the game warden and keep all the kids and counselors inside their bunks until the warden could come and trap the bear to move him to a different area.