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Graveyard Shift Staff Stories…

October 26, 2016
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Night Shift Concept.

I just had to share this link – original here: http://www.ranker.com/list/creepy-night-shift-stories/rosa-pasquarella?&var=12  – the stories are so deliciously creepy.

1.  Night nurses get phantom call from empty room with no phone
“I work as a transporter in a hospital. About two years ago we moved from the old city hospital into a new state of the art facility. The old hospital was built in the 1930s and was showing its age. At night was just plain creepy. Each floor had an east and west wing. The east wing of the fourth floor was the first wing to be shut down about two weeks before the move. One night at around 9:30, I’m up on the floor to get a patient from the west wing. I see a small group of nurses and aids who all used to work on the now closed east wing. They looked visibly shaken. I walked over to see if everything was OK. They told me that they had decided to walk through their old wing for nostalgia’s sake. When they were over there, the phone at the nurses station started ringing. The computers and phones had not yet been moved. Not sure what to do, one of the nurses reached over the counter and answered the phone. The nurse told me there was a woman’s voice on the other end and that she sounded confused. This is the conversation as best I can remember it.

‘This is ______. How can I help you?’ asked the nurse.

‘Hello? Who is this?’

‘I’m a nurse. Is there anything I can help you with?’

‘Where I am I?’

‘This is (hospital name). Are you patient here?’

‘Oh. OK.’

Then the line went dead. That’s when the nurse finally looked at the screen on the phone to see where the call was coming from. The phone gave the room number directly next to the nurses station. The rooms by this point had all been cleared out and the phones removed. They could see directly into the room and see that there was nobody in there. That’s when they bolted towards the west wing where I was getting off the elevator. I avoided that wing for the rest of my time there.”
2. Spirit of abused child haunts child welfare center; wakes children up to play in the middle of …
“I work at a crisis nursery, which is a childcare facility that provides emergency and respite care for children under the age of seven. I used to work graveyards all the time. I have to say first that I am absolutely a non-believer in paranormal stuff. That being said, at two in the morning in a dark room when you and two or three other girls in their twenties are the only adults in the building, sh*t gets creepy sometimes.

The facility I work in was named for a child who was beaten to death by one of their parents. The nursery was started in their name as a way to hopefully prevent another child dying a violent death at the hands of a stressed-out caregiver.

So the story that goes around is that this kid’s spirit haunts the nursery and is mostly active at night. They tell me that one of the reasons that everyone thinks this place is haunted is that many different people have reported different children asking about ‘that kid’ as in, ‘why doesn’t that kid have to go to bed?’ while pointing at nothing. I brush it off, basically forget about it.

A few weeks later, I was in the sleep room (the bedroom where all the kids sleep. There must always be an adult in the room with the children) by myself. I’m just chilling, reading a book with a booklight. The rest of the room is pitch black and silent.

All of a sudden, this kid (probably four or five) sits bolt upright in bed and says, ‘Hey, how come they aren’t asleep? Why do they get to play? I want to play too!’ all while pointing at a wall with no kids anywhere in the vicinity.

Instant crazy shivers all over me. I was so scared I almost screamed. I refused to be alone in there from that moment on.”

3. Hospital orderly sees woman who had just recently passed away
“I work at a hospital overnight. By far the creepiest thing happened while I was cleaning two rooms after the patients left. The rooms were connected, with one exit. I cleaned the first room, left for 10 minutes, got my supplies and went back to the other. I saw a little old lady in a chair, hunched over. I stared at her for a few seconds. I thought it was odd they put a patient in that room already. I begin cleaning, and look back at the other room – it’s empty. She disappeared. I would have seen if she walked passed me. Creepy. No one on the floor fit the description I gave of her – except the lady who died in that room four hours before my shift.”

 

“Insidious” starts playing by itself as movie theater closes down
“I was a shutting down projectors and closing down the movie theater around two in the morning. I shut off the one projector and turn around to see one theater starting to play Insidious from the beginning without previews. It was extremely out of place considering the projectors are programmed for the movies to start automatically with the 20-minute previews built in. No show was scheduled in the computer and I still don’t know how it started. But I locked myself in the office for the rest of the night.”

 

4.  Lights go haywire and cell doors slam in abandoned jail set up in city hall basement
“I used to work at city hall a few years ago as a security guard. There were abandoned jail cells in the basement that haven’t been used in years and part of my duty was to patrol them for any squatters. It was probably my second time patrolling alone and things started to get really weird. I went down to the old prison/holding cells. It’s a long, narrow hallway with cells on both sides. The hallway was lit by light bulbs hanging from the ceiling. I was walking past the fourth column of cells when the lights went out. I turned my flashlight on and walked back towards the light switch. Right when I was about to turn them back on, the lights flickered on again. I started walking fast past the cells while quickly checking them. I was about halfway through when the lights went off again. I heard two cells slam. I ran with my flashlight on straight toward the other end of the hallway and up to my workstation. I then called my supervisor and asked him if there were any electrical issues that have been reported. He said no. I had two hours left on my shift, and couldn’t leave. I was at my workstation paranoid as fuck.”

5.  Polite ghost holds elevator for coworkers
“Two different times I saw someone get on an elevator as I came around a corner. I said, ‘Hold the door!’ As the door started to close, it opened back like someone had hit the button. When I got into the elevator there was no one in it. After that, many times just as I came around that corner, the elevator door would open, and no one was in the elevator. I had not pushed a call button or anything. I would always say ‘thanks’ when I got on the empty elevator.”

 

 

Closed hotel sounds like it has visitors; security guard can’t find the source of the …
“I worked a security gig in an abandoned hotel, which sat directly on the river. When the rooms had balconies, they would hang out over the water. The hotel had closed down and had been stripped bare by the owners. I’m sitting in the office, and I hear a creak… creak… creak… from left to right on the floor above me. The hotel was wood-frame and creaked like a house when someone walked around. This sounded exactly like someone walking the hall on the floor directly above the office.I go up to the next level and into the hall. The hotel itself was only four floors high, but very long. The hall walls were bare, rooms had no doors, and only a single dim light bulb hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the hall gave any light. I have seen my share of horror movies, and know this can only be trouble, but I start walking down the hall anyway. After all, it’s my job to keep people out. I get about quarter way down the hall, and I hear rustling coming from a room. I draw my Mag-Lite (one of the three c-cell types) and get ready to use it. I slowly peek into the room and discover that it’s the wind blowing in from the river and moving a curtain. Now freaked, I start checking the other floors and find nothing, but I KNOW someone is in the building. I make my way back down to the ground floor, still finding nothing and go into the old ballroom. It’s a wide open space, and I start walking through it. Out of the corner of my eye, I see someone moving, so I turn and shine my light on them, ready to defend myself. That’s when I realize that it was my reflection in a broken mirror on the wall. After that, I got the hell out of there and spent the rest of the night in my car in the parking lot. About two weeks after that, the place burned down.

After all this time, I’m still convinced that someone was in the building, but I never found any evidence that there was.”

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Interview with Paul W Papa…

April 7, 2013
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Milieu – definition: surroundings, setting.

Welcome Paul W Papa, a non-fiction author who obviously takes particular interest in his surroundings.

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Of the characters you have created or envisioned, which is your favorite & why?

Because of the type of writing I do, I really don’t “create” characters. I am fascinated, however, by people from the old West. I plan to write books about Wild Bill Hickok, Wyatt Earp, Doc Holiday, and George Armstrong Custer. What lives these people must have led!

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Wild Bill, Texas Jack Omohundro, and Buffalo Bill Cody in 1873 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Do you favor one type of genre or do you dabble in more than one?

For the most part I prefer to stay in the area of non-fiction for two reasons. The first is that I really enjoy telling people’s stories. I truly believe everyone has a story and I genuinely enjoy bringing those tales to life. The second is it’s just too dang hard to come up with all those characters and plot twists. How do you fiction writers do it?

What do you enjoy most about writing?

Seeing my books on the bookstore shelf. Seriously though, I think it is the process I most enjoy. I remember sitting around the kitchen table hearing the stories of my relatives and neighbors as told by the grownups in the group. While all the other kids were playing in the other room, I sat captivated by the tales being spun. Now when I write one of those tales myself, I picture my readers sitting around that same kitchen table intently listening as I weave my tale.

What reward do you give yourself for making a deadline?

First I take a deep breath. Then I take my two dogs on a hike while I try to figure out what to write next. Non-fiction writing isn’t like fiction writing. I’m not pitching a successful character with a good track record in a great new story. I have to pitch every idea from scratch. Every new book has to stand on its own. Just because my publisher accepted a book about haunted places in Las Vegas doesn’t mean she’ll accept my proposal to write about how the University of Wyoming basketball team won the national championship in 1944 (she didn’t by the way). Someday my name will be strong enough on its own to write what I want. Until then…well you just keep pushing ahead don’t you?

Have you got a favorite place to write?

I do. I love my desk. It is big and shaped like an “L”. I have a large color printer that is decorated with stupid little toys that make me smile. I have several Batman figures, an Alfred E, Newman dressed like the Joker and Donald Duck dressed like Darth Maul. There is a large picture window in my office and it lets in the best natural light. The rest of my desk is a bit of a mess so I’d rather not discuss it.

Do you plan your stories, or are you a seat of the pants style writer?

That’s a good question because while it goes more to fiction writers, it still surprisingly applies to nonfiction as well. I actually do a little of both. Of course what happens in the story doesn’t have to be planned—since it has already happened—but how the story will be presented still needs to be decided. I like to take walks with my dogs and do some overall planning as I walk. However, I also like to see where the writing will take me.

What inspires your stories?

I would have to say people. I like to get into the head of the people I write about. I wonder, for example, what Custer could have possibly been thinking when he realized he was outnumbered and there was little chance of survival. Why didn’t he call off the attack? Why did he keep going? I guess it is the people more than the event that makes me want to know more.

Do you nibble as you write? If so what’s your favorite snack food?

Sorry, I can’t answer that; I have food in my mouth. Actually, I don’t snack as much as I drink—not that kind of drink, though I have considered it—I usually have iced tea or a Coke by my side. In fact, when I’m in writing mode I often forget to eat. That fact, sadly, hasn’t had any effect on my waistline.

What are you currently reading?

I’m reading two books: Life’s That Way and Front Page Fatality. The first is a nonfiction book that contains the emails actor Jim Beaver sent out when dealing with his wife’s cancer. It is a touching and wonderfully written book. It has made me laugh and cry. The second is a work of fiction by the wonderful new author Lyn Dee Walker. I love mysteries and this one is top notch. My favorite quote: “But that’s the thing about dead people: they can’t warn you to keep your nose out of things that are going to put your ass in danger” Great stuff!

With no financial limits where would you vacation and why?

It would be a tossup between Italy and the Caribbean. Italy because I’ve been there before and fell in love with the place and the Caribbean because I’m a displaced pirate and have a strong need for places that combine water with little latitudes.

Do you have any odd habits or childhood stories?

Odd habits…let’s see, that may be a question better asked to the people I live with. I do have a childhood story though. When I was a kid, about 5 or 6, I was hit by a car as I ran out into the street to get my ball. When the car hit me I flew into the air, coming down hard on the hood of the lady’s car who hit me. I hit the car so hard I left an indentation the size of my body in her hood. I was rushed to the hospital amidst cries of “I’m so sorry” from the lady to my mom. She later sued my mother for damages to her car.

Do you have any pets?

Two dogs, both miniature Schnauzers. One gray (Gypsy) and one black (Jet).

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Do you belong to a writing group? If so which one?

No writing groups, but I do belong to online chat rooms on both Facebook and Goodreads. I spend most of my time in Writer Unboxed.

What age did you start writing stories/poems?

I used to write comic books when I was a kid, maybe 11 or so. I created a totally unoriginal character named “Catman,” who had a Catmobile and a lair (hmm, I wonder who he was based off of). I didn’t start any real writing until well into my 30’s.

Do you have a book published? If so what is it called & where can readers purchase it?

I have 3 books published. It Happened in Las Vegas, Haunted Las Vegas, and It Happened in Wyoming. I am also under contract for The Crime Buff’s Guide to Outlaw Nevada. You can find them in local bookstores or online through both Amazon and Barnes & Noble. If you want a signed copy you can get it through my website http://paulwpapa.com/

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If you could meet one favorite author who would it be and why?

Hmmm, that’s a good question. Probably Tim Dorsey. His books are great and his characters are way out there. He must be a fun guy to hang around with.

If you could live anywhere in the world – where would it be?

Key West, Florida. If you have to ask why, you’ve never been there.

What’s your favorite movie of all time?

Tombstone. I’m fascinated by the old west and by the gunfight at the O.K. Corral and Val Kilmer played a killer Doc Holiday.

Where can readers find you and your blog?

I have a presence on Facebook (https://www.facebook.com/#!/PaulWPapa)

Goodreads (http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3172096.Paul_W_Papa),

Amazon (http://www.amazon.com/Paul-W.-Papa/e/B002KXW69S/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_2?qid=1364943861&sr=8-2).

I can also be found on my website at http://paulwpapa.com/  where I have an active blog.

Do you have plans or ideas for your next book?

I have three proposals in right now. Two of them are in the Haunted series and another is a trail guide for biking in Southern Nevada (I’m an avid mountain biker). I’m also considering self publishing a book about Boulder City, Nevada.

Who is your best supporter/mentor/encourager?

My fiancé, soon to be wife, Melissa. She supports all of my crazy dreams and is patient enough to wait and see what I just dream up and what I actually pursue.

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