A Certified Nursing Assistant’s creepy experience

About 4 years ago, I started working my first job as a certified nursing assistant at a nursing home in my small town of Rocky Mount, Virginia. I was very excited to start, especially since I loved taking care of people and because I was finally going to be making my own money. I usually worked 3pm-11pm, but on this night in particular, one other aide and I had to stay until 12:30 am because coincidently the two aides coming in behind us were going to be late, so she and I weren’t in a hurry to get our things done for the night.

A lot of spooky things would happen at night (I know because I used to get mandated a lot to work 11pm-7am due to being short staffed) like seeing shadows, call lights going off in rooms that were unoccupied or in rooms where someone just passed away in, and sometimes I could swear I’d hear whispering. On this night though, something terrifying happened to me that wasn’t paranormal.

On my first day of orientation, which was about 3 months prior to this happening, an aide warned me to never go outside in the back alone to dump the trash. Unfortunately, one of our duties as 2nd and 3rd shifts CNA’s was to take out the trash because there were no housekeeping workers during those shifts. She told me that I should take someone with me because there was a man lurking around the dumpsters at night who tried to snatch girls. Every time it’d get reported and the cops were called, the man was already long gone.

I didn’t really take her seriously, to be honest, because I just thought she was trying to fuck with me and scare me because I honestly didn’t think that something like that would happen in my town. On this night in question, it was about 12:20, almost time for me to go home, and I volunteered to take out the trash so I can sneak a call to my boyfriend while I was out there. By this point, I had completely forgot what the aide had told me 3 months prior. I had my two barrels of trash with me and walked outside to the back parking lot to the dumpsters. I remember walking out into pitch black because the light, that wasn’t normally that bright anyways, that normally shined on the dumpsters was out.

I was annoyed because the light had been out for over a week and the repair man still hadn’t fixed it.

I turned on the flashlight on my phone and made my way to the dumpsters. I was emptying my second barrell when I heard some footsteps. I just thought that it was another aide from a different wing bringing out there trash or coming out for a smoke break, no big deal, so I finished what I was doing. When I turned around to start walking back towards the building, the light from my phone landed on a man standing a few feet away from me. He looked to be about average height and was skinny and had long, shaggy hair.

He was just standing there, staring at me with his hands in his pockets. I was so startled that I couldn’t even talk. I wanted to ask him what he wanted, but I just couldn’t find the words. I was frozen in fear, and then I remembered what my coworker had told me 3 months ago. He slowly started walking towards me, hands still in his pockets, with an eerie smile on his face, but he didn’t say anything.

I thought to myself that I needed to get the hell out of there, so I pushed my trash barrels into him, which temporarily stopped him, and started running faster than I ever have in my life towards the building. I remember looking back as I was about to turn the corner of the building that led to the back door and seeing the outline of the man just standing there. I swear I could hear him laughing. I made my way back into the building out of breath, trembling. I went back to my unit and told my coworkers what had just happened. They called the cops, and once again, they couldn’t find him.

After this incident, they finally decided to install cameras out there and a better light. The man was seen maybe 2 or 3 after, but eventually he just stopped. I still wonder what he wanted.

Was he trying to kidnap me like that girl warned me about or was he just trying to scare me? Was he trying to rape me or even worse? Apart of me wants to know, and the other doesn’t. All I know is that I never went out there by myself ever again.

Stalked for Months

After all this time, just remembering this leaves me nervous. I worked at Mcdonalds while studying at college, both full-time. A few months into this job and I actually enjoyed most shifts. Some were a pain, others downright funny. The managers appreciated my friendly attitude towards customers, so I was behind the counter taking orders like most nights. I greeted the first customer with a smile.

“Hi there! May I take your order?”

It was as I finished speaking this automatic greeting that I notice something. The customer behind the first, an older man did a double-take directly at me. But only after I began speaking. This in of itself is not abnormal, as I have a mixed accent that some pick up on. But…The moment our eyes met, my stomach dropped. He was around six foot, wore baggy jeans and a beige jacket with a black hat. Mostly bald based on what I could see, but it was his eyes. That creepy, slow-growing smile didn’t reach them.

After what felt like hours, I cleared my throat and wrapped up that first order, genuinely dreading his approach. I even remember telling myself to knock it off, as I was judging this stranger far too quickly.

“Hey there, may I take your order?” I greet him, forcing a pleasant enough smile.

“Yes.” He speaks unnecessarily softly. When nothing else follows, I asked him what he would like. But like before, he just stands there holding my gaze with that awful, slow grin again. A good ten seconds pass before he answers, but the order goes as expected otherwise.

The following night I worked the drink station for a change. There was a partition wall there, but I stepped out into view of the lobby. I had my hand on the ice cream handle to pour a McFlurry when there it was, my stomach just sank like before. Everyone knows the feeling of being watched. Even though a fellow employee could have been staring my way, instinct left me turning towards the lobby. There he was, purposely turned in his seat just to stare at me. It was like looking at a photograph, his smile and position completely still as other customers walked throughout.

This happened several times a week for two whole months. He would order a drink, and simply sit there for five, or six hours. When I worked on the floor itself to clean, he would turn to keep staring my way. He was so obvious that even a friend at work noticed him, but the managers didn’t care.

Another night he appeared while I was taking orders, entering just a minute after I logged into the till. Uncomfortably, I take his order and reach out to accept the change. This is when he grabbed at my wrist, pulling it slightly towards him. Looking back, I wish I reacted differently. But in the moment, I simply stood there like a moron in shock. “When do you finish work, Robyn?” Everyone wore a name tag, but the way he spoke my name spiked a level of adrenaline I didn’t even know I had.

With the change slowly tucked into my hand, I pulled my arm away from him quickly, freeing myself from his grasp. He suddenly looked angry, or offended as I ignored him. There was no way I was risking getting grabbed again, so I instead just left his receipt on the counter. “Robyn.” This time he had the nerve to actually raise his voice! I walked away quickly, leaving someone else to hand him his order while I cleaned.

It took forever for my adrenaline and racing heart to settle, as I honestly felt threatened. I didn’t even see the point in speaking with a manager, because they had ignored me thus far. Finally, midnight rolls around and it’s time to go home. By then I was feeling better, and planned on waiting by the doors for Mum’s car to come into sight. Living in a small, familiar town left me over-confident that nothing serious would happen.

I started considering waiting just past the doors that night, as the restaurant was stuffy and I didn’t mind the cool air. With my eyes on an my iPod, the automatic door slid open as I completely froze mid-step. I suddenly felt sick to my stomach, adrenaline flooding me in an instant this time. That’s when I see it, a car parked directly outside the doors with its’ engine running. The driver’s face was mostly hidden since it was dark, but I recognized that black hat right away. Even at night, I could still make out one hand resting on his door handle.

He must have not seen me, because this guy had the balls to lean in his seat, like he was trying to actually hide himself from view. I take one step back, about to turn and book it past the second automatic door, back inside for help. But at that moment, I see Mum’s car pull in close by. With the parking lot no longer empty, the creep pulled away. Even so, I waited until he was gone before rushing across to Mum’s car. I tell her, and we agree that I need to get through to the managers the following day.

They thankfully believed me, and I think one even looked into the surrounding cameras. But for whatever reason, he never returned. Thank God. It was a relief, but I wasn’t reassured completely until I left that job some weeks later.

Please, trust your instinct. Even when your body reacts before your own mind does. If mine hadn’t, I would have walked out of those doors and passed that car obliviously. I don’t even want to think of what might have happened. Don’t ignore your surroundings even in a familiar home-town. Wonderful people, and horrifying people are everywhere, regardless of the area. Stay safe.