(This is pretty long and I apologize in advance)
I worked as a security guard for a few years after moving to a small city in British Columbia. It was a well paying job and night shifts were more my thing since I was kinda of an insomniac. I had just turned 20 and was now 6’3″ and 230 pounds. I was built and a bit intimidating but everyone knew I was a sweetheart and never caused any drama with people. Oh, and by the way my name is Aaron but my co workers would call me Jay as a sort of nickname since I would always wear a Toronto Blue Jays hat.
I worked at a rather well known night club and worked only weeknights. It wasn’t a strip club, but we did have females who would serve drinks, dance, and even dj. Anyways it was a Saturday and it had just began so get warm at nights. Summer took longer to reach us, but luckily the sun set late now and the night air was welcoming. My usual partner couldn’t make it that night due to personal problems in which he had to go visit a sick family member. The club wanted to call in someone else. But me, knowing how annoying it was for work to suddenly call you in, refused the offer. So it was just me letting people in that night. As the line got shorter and shorter I was informed over the walkie talkie on my belt that I would have to stay late since my partner wasn’t here to let people out. Which I got slightly pissed at because the club runs fairly late and usually closes around 3am. It was only 12am now and i realized that I would have to stand out here for 3 or more hours. But me being the nice guy that I am responded into the walkie talkie saying “Okay, but I’m getting paid double for this shit”.
After everyone was safe inside the club I linked the red rope closed and leaned against the side of the buildings wall. I decided to go on my phone and take advantage of the clubs wifi. After about half an hour i became bored of that and decided to have a cigarette, but before I could pull my lighter out of my pocket a skinny man started walking up to the club from across the street. Slowly I lit my cigarette and just watched him as he approached. I have pretty poor eyesight. Almost legally blind. So usually I would either wear my glasses or contacts, but tonight I was in a rush and didn’t have time to grab any. So I couldn’t really see the details of this man. All I could see from this distance is that he was skinny and dirty looking. As he got closer I got a good description of him. He was almost sickly thin and had on a old grey sweatshirt and ripped up blue jeans. He was shaven, but it was poorly done. His skin looked too pale and his eyes were sunken in. I decided not to judge though and continued smoking until he walked up to the rope I stood behind.
“Name?” I asked since even though this is a club is in a shady downtown area we still had a list of people who had paid an entry fee before showing up. We didn’t take money on the spot. Since we’ve had some incidences in the past with people bribing guards.
He furrowed his brows at me as if in thought and looked quickly at the list that was clipped to the other side of my belt. He then said,
“Thomas. James Thomas?” He asked in a questioning manner which made he suspicious. Was he asking me or telling me? Not only that but his voice was weirdly high pitched almost like a cartoon character. I ignored his tone and checked the list. Lucky for him there was indeed a James Thomas on the list. I quickly scratched his name out and picking up the rope to let him through.
“Have a nice night.”
I said as he walked through the big metal doors into the club. He then replied just before the doors closed behind him saying,
“Oh, I will”
A couple of minutes later no one else showed up and it was now around around 1:45am and I would still have to stand here for another hour. However a couple minutes later it was now 2am and there was a shout from my walkie talkie. It was a buddy of mine who worked as security inside the club. I didn’t here any words just a loud yell.
“Ryan. What’s up man?” I asked calmly into the walkie.
“Jay get in here!” He was yelling over the bass of the music I could barely even hear him over it.
“Why what’s going on?” I opened the doors and walked inside and waited.
“A bartender said that she saw a weird homeless guy with a knife”
I quickly made my way into the main area where the bass of the music almost made me dizzy. The flashing lights and fog didn’t make any easier. Squinting, I slowly made my way to the bar pushing past dancers and drunken men. When I reached my destination the bartender, Eliza, explained everything to me.
“Jay, he’s skinny and pale and I saw him walking towards the lounge”
Eliza quickly gave me a vague description and started repeating herself over the music. Almost hyperventilating I tried calming her down but she kept panicking and said that we should shut down the club and evacuate. I dismissed her idea since that could trigger the man to do something irrational. After finally calming her down I started walking towards the lounge.
I met up with Ryan on my way to the there. He was searching the lounge from a safe distance. Over here it’s a little less loud which meant you didn’t need to shout over the music.
“See him?” I asked ryan but he shook his head.
“All these guys are skinny and pale” he said to me and even in this kind of situation I let out a small laugh. I then looked into the lounge myself and noticed someone right away in the back corner. Even with my poor eyesight I could tell that this was the man I had just let in a few moments ago.
It was James Thomas.
Knowing that I already had a suspicion about him I tapped Ryan on the shoulder and motioned with my eyes towards the back of the room. He looked at the man and then back to me with a look that said “You sure?” And i only nodded before walking towards James.
As I approached I noticed that he didn’t have any empty glasses infront of him. There was nothing infront of him. Which started triggering alarms in my head since people only come to the lounge to drink in peace. Once I’m right beside him I speak up saying that I need him to step outside for a moment. Oddly the man only nodded and got up and started walking towards the nearest exit. No complaints or anything he didn’t even lift up his head to acknowledge me. As we passed Ryan, who was on the cell phone with the police, I told him that I can handle it and asked if he could wait at the front doors for the cops. He agreed and I made it out with the guy. We were now in an alley way that was located behind the building. The only light was a small lightbulb that hung above the metal door.
As soon as the exit door closed the man reached for something and I asked if he would keep his hands behind his back until police arrived. But he kept reaching and as i advanced towards him he suddenly pulled out a knife.
It wasn’t huge, but it could do some major damage if he knew how do use it. Which he clearly didn’t since he took a weak swing at me and I was easily able to dodge and disarm him, taking him to the ground in one swift movement. When he hit the ground he… he started laughing while desperately trying to reach for the knife again which was laying about 3 feet away. He was just laughing. High pitched and fucking loud. He then started cursing at me, saying that ‘he’ll gut me like a fish’ and ‘slit everyone’s throat’.
Soon though I heard sirens and a police car turned down the alley way. I let out a sigh of relief as I recognized the officer who was another friend of mine and knew I wasn’t the dangerous one here. The police officer, Micheal, approached me and quickly cuffed the guy as I kept him down. He picked up the guy once I got off and he was still laughing. As micheal stuffed him into the back of the cruiser the man yelled out “Stupid Guard! You’re the one who let me in!” Which he was right. I let him in. I didn’t even bother patting him down I just let him stroll on in. I immediately cursed myself for being so careless.
Micheal and I made our way back to the front of the club, he took the car while I quickly walked to the entrance. As I rounded the corner i watched as an ambulance passed by with its sirens on. As Micheal once again exited the police car I asked in a panic if anyone had been hurt. He shook his head and told me that a man was stabbed about three blocks down. I asked for his name in curiosity and he replied with.
“James Thomas I think, why?”
I froze and Micheal obviously noticed this. I slowly turned to face his vehicle and noticed that the man who I thought was James Thomas started laughing again and shouting at me. Even though I couldn’t hear what he was saying. I knew they were threats.
I told Micheal everything and he quickly notified everyone and made his way back to his cruiser and to the station. Another officer told me that I might need to be a witness in a court trial, but luckily for me I never had to attended. This incident caused me to take a few months off my job. I didn’t quit since I did love that job and one bad experience wouldn’t ruin it for me.
The club doubled its security and made it mandatory for outside guards to use a hand held metal detector. This whole thing shook me up pretty bad and I’m sorry this story is so long, but it’s all kinda burned into my mind. I let a deranged man inside a populated club with easy targets. Luckily though no one was killed and the real James Thomas recovered fully and was only treated for minor stab wounds. But still, that crazy bastard could have injured a lot more people in the club and I’m just glad Eliza was able to spot him. Cause if she didn’t. There probably would have been a lot more blood shed. And it would have been all my fault.