16. A man was attacked by a grey creature
Grandmother was a cop in Santa Maria in the late 70s till early 90s. Man calls in saying there is a 7ft grey man at his door. She goes to check it out, door is jammed. The man is screaming and she hears a loud buzzard. She slams the door open and the buzz is gone and so is the man. There’s blood everywhere. She calls for backup and runs around and calls his name. She hears what sounds like, someone yelling but someone is covering their mouth. She finds him tied up, piss everywhere. Investigators say that he was in that room for atleast 4 hours. Man lives alone in the middle of nowhere. Says he called the police a 5 hours ago. Said that a cop was on their way. He reported seeing a 7ft grey man with big eyes who did that to him. No foot prints, no trace of any kind of invasion. My grandmother lost 4 hours somehow…The guy ended up killing himself a few years later, leaving a note behind. Warning my grandmother that “they” are after him…and thanking her for rescuing him. Shits fucking crazy
17. Ghosts kept setting off the security alarms
Navy Security Forces member here. I was on shift with a DoD police officer on the oldest Navy base we have in the states. We get a call about an alarm going off in a near by office and it be being midnight, we quickly get over there. When we get to the building there are lights on in the second story. We try all the doors and they are locked, try the windows- locked, look for any possible entry way and everything is sealed up tight. We call the building commander and they send a guy to come and turn off the alarm and let us look around to make sure all is well.
When he got there his first statement to us was, “alarm going off again? Damn it, I’m sick of that ghost fucking my days off up.” Apparently everyone that works in that building has claimed there is a ghost that likes to move stuff around and cause the alarm to go and a check of the call log for the alarm activation showed that every time it went off, the building was locked up tight.
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18. We received phone calls from phantoms
First off, I don’t believe in ghosts or the supernatural, in any way, shape or form. That said, I had a few very strange experiences working at the hospital. I have TONS of stories about working at the hospital, but I’ll post one of the strangest and if you want to hear more, let me know; I have dozens.
The hospital was made up of several buildings, mostly mid-20th century. There was a large 7-storey building with offices and accommodation for student nurses (Simpson Hall), a large central administration building with 8 wings for patients and a forensic (criminally insane) unit (Purdy Building), a new building under construction to replace the old Victorian building (Mount Hope), a building with a gym, kitchen, dining room and swimming pool (Hugh Bell Building), two small outlying buildings for chidren and adolescents (PAU and MCU) and then… the old insane asylum (DeWolfe Building): built in 1856, 20′ ceilings, 200lb oak and steel doors, 18-24″ thick walls, underground tunnels, everything you’ve ever thought an old Victorian insane asylum would be.
When I first started working there, in 1992, my job was to go from the guard post in the Hugh Bell building, down into the basement, unlock the steel doors leading to the tunnel system, lock myself into the tunnel system, walk along to the DeWolfe building, go through another set of steel gates, locking myself inside, walk the tunnel system to the end and then go up in an elevator I called down using a special key. Then I’d go up to the 4th floor and walk through each floor checking doors until I got to the main floor where I’d walk out of the main entrance and back to the Hugh Bell building outside. I had to do this roughly every hour.
In 1995, the building closed and patients were moved into the new Mount Hope building; because the space was no longer being used and because the building was slated to be demolished in 1996, they didn’t bother heating it, it had no power, and maintenance had been through and stripped it of things like lightbulbs, etc. A lot of the old furniture was left in place as they had bought new stuff for the new building. One of the things that also happened was they shut off power to the elevators and had all the phones removed. Now I know that every phone was removed becauseI was the guy who went through with the guy from the phone company in late summer and removed every single phone from the place.
So it’s the winter of 1995 and I’m working a back-shift (7pm-7am). I was a shift supervisor and had 3 guards on the ground with me and one locked in the forensic unit. Around 2am we get a call from the hospital operator saying that the police had called her to let her know they were getting calls from inside the DeWolfe Building. She had, of course, told them that was impossible and why. They insisted that they were getting calls from inside the DeWolfe Building. So the four of us go into the building and each take a floor of the building and search it. Now it was the dead of winter and temperatures had been getting fairly low (-20C or so) and there had been a pipe burst about a week before which maintenance had dealt with (interesting story there, too) but it had left two floors entirely coated in ice – there was ice on EVERYTHING that was about 3″ thick and shadows were bouncing everywhere from the flashlights hitting ice. So we’re walking through the building, checking every unit, every floor, eyeballing every empty phone jack. NOTHING.
We get back to the guard post and report that the building is empty. 10 minutes later, the operator calls back and says that there are more calls coming from DeWolfe and the police are insisting we find the cause. So back over we go. I was about 10′ away from the nursing station on a unit called N-16 and the operator calls to say that there is a call active RIGHT NOW coming from the N-16 nursing station. I go rushing over to see and there’s nothing in there; no person, no phone. I tell the operator where I am and there’s nothing in there. She says that it’s now coming from the N-16 lounge which is way down the other end of the unit. So I go rushing down there and, again, nothing. Now it’s coming from the N-16 elevator phone and this time it’s not just dead air but it sounds like someone talking with their hand over the phone. So I go rushing back down to the other end of the unit (this is a good 60 seconds or so of running – big building) and I’m standing outside the closed (unpowered) elevator doors and she is saying that the calls are coming in every few seconds from the elevator I’m standing in front of. Then they stop.
We all decide to wait inside the building, one person per floor, for a few minutes until we know things have stopped. We waited maybe 15 minutes and as we start to leave, the phone calls start again. One more trip around the building and same results. Eventually we said we couldn’t waste any more time on it and it must be a technical glitch. The operator puts in a call to the phone company and requests an engineer first thing next morning.
I was supposed to go home at 7am (my last back-shift, so I was starting 4 days off), but I stayed to meet the engineer ’cause I was curious. The engineer said the lines had likely been reassigned and the calls were coming from real people wherever the lines had been put. So we go into the old building and check the junction box and the engineer gets a puzzled look on his face. He hooks up some equipment and is talking back to someone at the phone company. He starts checking connections and numbers. Then we start walking around the building and plugging his phone into the jacks; turns out that none of the lines had been reassigned and they were all live.
Here’s the strange part; that day, the engineer and the phone company killed all the lines. The phone calls continued off and on for 2 more weeks and then stopped. We never did find out the cause.