I have worked security for a few years now. If there is one thing i have learned while working security is that we tend to experience some creepy things. There is one place i remember in the rural Tennessee town.
I cannot name the place due to confidentiality, but i can tell you that it was a big building used for packaging and shipping products to stores. It ran 24/7 and was only closed on Christmas.
At least when i was posted there that is how it was. There was an old guard who had been there for years. One night he told me that it used to close on weekends, and security would be the only ones in this building. They would hear screams from nowhere and disembodied voices at this time. I did not believe him, nor did i ever hear these voices.
However i did have a few experiences all of which can be backed by at least one other witness. Before i continue i should describe the posts where most of this happened. The entire facility is fenced off. With an entrance in the front for employees and contractors. Around back there are two gates. One for truckers, and the other for what is called a yard dog. Basically our own private truckers who would move trailers between our two local sites. Across the street was a lot where drivers who were over there time could sleep.
The first gate had a small shack and would be manned by two people. The other one had a smaller shack we called gate 2. These experiences happened at the back gate and gate two over my time there.
The first experience happened to a friend of mine. Back gate had the task of after midnight doing hourly patrols. It would take about 30 minutes on foot, but maybe 10 in a car so we normally used our own cars to drive it. It was my friend’s , let’s call him C.M., turn to do the round. He drove off and about 2 minutes later came back. It is apparent he had been crying. Since he was a friend as well as i co worker i immediately asked what was wrong. He told me, “I drove through a mist. Like an odd fog, and suddenly heard some strange weird music playing. I was suddenly just overwhelmed with sadness and just wanted to kill myself. So i came back here.”. After he told me this he refused to go on any more patrols. Though soon afterwards other guards and myself would not blame him.
One cool night i decided to do the patrol on foot, and had a bright flashlight with me. As i walked along rows upon rows of empty trailers i heard loud banging coming from inside one. There have been vagabonds and animals that had climbed into the trailers, and part of my job was to check, and call the proper authorities for the situation. I walked up to the trailer and peeked inside. As soon as i did the banging stopped, and the trailer was empty. This sent a chill down my spine and gave me goosebumps. I decided to walk away since technically there was nothing there. As i got to the front of the trailer i heard this laugh that chilled me to the core and filled me with fear. I ran back to the guard shack, and then i swore never to do patrols again.
Another night i was with a female guard who i simply called sarge due to her ranking and hard to remember name. One night we were sitting talking, and just passing time. When we saw a humanoid figure standing in the middle of the unlit lot. He seemed to stand still until we were both looking. Then he raised his arms and started trying to wave us down. His movements were, for a lack of better terms, “off”. They did not look quite right, but his voice was what really got our attention. In a loud monotone voice he shouted, “Help me. I need some help.”. It was as if he were a bored highschooler being forced to read a line from a play. Sarge handed me a flashlight and told me to go investigate. She would watch, and call the Emergency Services if needed. I started to walk over and the man was gone. Though i had to investigate. I went to the lot, and one vehicle had its lights on. So i knocked on the door and waited. After a moment a man answered.
“Have you seen anyone out here?”, i asked him. Wondering if he was playing a prank.
“No sir. I am the only here who seems to be up.”, He replied in a voice completely different than the one we heard from the figure. This man’s actually had expression in it. I started walking back to the shack, and the instant i turned around all the dogs in the neighborhood started barking for some reason. When i got back to the shack Sarge looked at me and asked, “Why didn’t you follow them?”. “What do you mean? They seemed to have left before i got there.” She shook her head, “No they were standing there until you started to walk across the street. Then they went behind the closest trailer. Sarge and i talked about this for a few nights afterward trying to figure it out who or what that was.
Another time i was at the New gate, and Sarge on her patrol. She came to check on me. Most nights were dead except for maybe two hours total. So we would spend time watching youtube on our phones. She smacked the window and startled me as i was lost in some cartoon. I opened the window, and she asked me, “Who is with-” and then stopped. She stared at the empty doorway to gate twos small bathroom. The next words out of her mouth was, “I f*cking swear to god there was someone behind you. Even when i smacked the window they were standing there.” After that time she never checked up on any guard again and soon quit.
After i took the position of sergeant there was a change of orders. I would be in the main office and once a night do a foot patrol of all the posts. This would take an hour and i would carry a wand. Like the kind you see flight crews using to guide planes for take off in movies. I would do the patrols around the same time every night. Before i start my patrols one night i get a call, and the guard at back gate is surprised when i answered. “If you are on the phone who is watching us?” she said in a confused voice. A bit of panic slowly creeping in. To ease her i told her that i would look on the cameras. They gave me the figures location. I checked all three cameras that covered that area, and no one was there. “I can see him. He is standing right there. We thought it was you watching us creepily.” the panic now apparent in her voice as i checked all the cameras. No one on any of the outside ones. The other guard hang up and refused to pick up the phone the rest of the night. When the next shift came in she left in a hurry, and did not show up for the next night.
These are just a few of the strange things we saw there. Other guards told me stories of their encounters, but those are their stories to tell. Just remember security guards see more than just shoplifters, and loiterers. They also see things that go bump in the night.