True Scary Night Watchman Stories

By Batuta Ribeiro

Are you afraid of the Dark?
Are you afraid of being alone?
If the answer is “yes”, then you cannot work as a night watchman.
While everyone sleeps, the night watchman must walk alone through the darkness without fear of facing criminals or even “paranormal activity.”
This book brings together the testimony of 20 night security guards who, during their shifts, came across something supernatural.

• Language: English
• Publisher: 101 Seleções
• Release date: Aug 17, 2022

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This work began in 2019, when journalist Paul Boone created a Facebook group to bring together night security guards who had supernatural stories to tell.

And you ask: why the night security guard?

We all know that the most propitious time for supernatural manifestations is the dark of night. And we know that a ghost only appears to one person alone. That said, who of us is out there walking alone at night?

Even with the dangers of the night, the night security guard needs to protect the patrimony, inhibit the action of criminals, and notify the police authorities if something happens. But night and loneliness also make him vulnerable to the supernatural.

At first, Paul Boone created the group with no aim other than knowing scary stories that were real. However, as guards became members and shared their stories, the idea of creating a book came up.

Paul Boone stipulated the stories should keep some trace of veracity. To do so, it was necessary for to Paul Boone shake the hand of each night security guard and listen to the story from his own mouth.

For six months, Paul Boone traveled the country in search of night security guards who were members of the Facebook group. As the journalist got to know them and collected their stories, he realized supernatural phenomena are not always related to ghosts. Some bring insanity and hallucinations.

Sit back, relax and read Scary Night Shift Paranormal Stories!

Story 1

At Plymouth Meeting I met Michael Hasegawa, a 68-year-old retiree who lives in the Pheasant Ridge neighborhood. He lives with his wife, Mrs. Rose. The couple has no children. Mr. Hasegawa made a point of emphasizing that he is a practicing Catholic, even being an extraordinary minister of holy communion.

This case happened in 2017.

MICHAEL HASEGAWA:

My job was to take care of the city hall building. One night, I saw a woman dressed in black kneeling on the sidewalk. Upon noticing my presence, she ran away. I approached the place where she was kneeling. On the floor, on a red towel, there was a bottle of wine, a plate with a dead chicken, a small glass, and a lit black candle. All this witchcraft was right under the mayor’s office window. I gathered it all up and threw it in the garbage can on the sidewalk.

The rest of the night was just quiet, as usual. I returned home, took a shower, ate a piece of bread, and went to bed. My wife had already gone to work. I was falling asleep when I heard the bedroom door slam. I got up and opened the door. There was no one. I went back to bed, closed my eyes, and heard meows. I never had cats at home, and neither did my neighbors. The meowing stopped when I left the room. I looked in every corner and didn’t find any cats. I went back to bed. Finally, I fell asleep. It didn’t take long for me to wake up to a loud noise. I went into the living room and found the TV lying on the floor.

That was pretty weird. I put the TV back in place. Luckily, it didn’t break.

I went back to the room and slept until noon. I woke up, heated my lunch and ate it. I went to wash the dishes and broke two dishes. My hands couldn’t hold anything right. I had to do everything slowly so as not to let things fall.

In the afternoon, even being hot, a cold took over my body, and I even shivered. My wife got home and saw me lying on the couch under the blanket. She thought it was the flu, except that I wasn’t sneezing or coughing. I was just feeling cold.

When telling her about what I had done with the witchcraft, the woman widened her eyes and asked, Don’t you know that undoing witchcraft attracts evil spirits?

I said it was foolish and went to work.

When it was midnight, I was walking around the town hall when I heard something. I turned around and saw a man standing a few feet away from me. He was wearing dark, rumpled clothing. He appeared to be suffering from a spinal problem. One shoulder was higher than the other, as if he were carrying something heavy with his right arm. I kept walking and heard footsteps shuffling. When I turned around, the man was now right in front of me. I recoiled at the sight of his face. His eyes were crooked and his mouth twisted. One eye would not stop moving. I did not know who that guy could be.

Can I help you?, I asked.

He didn’t answer, just stared at me with his good eye. I was afraid of that man. Not so much because of his appearance, but because of the way he was staring at me. His twisted mouth seemed to laugh at something.

My fear turned to anger. It was as if I hated the fact that I was afraid of that ugly, skinny little man. I told him to leave. The man didn’t even move. He continued to stare at me, and a yellow drool trickled from the corner of his mouth.. That filled me with disgust. I turned my back on him and walked away. When I reached the corner, I looked back. The man was gone. For the rest of the shift, I didn’t see him anymore.

At home, I closed my bedroom door and window. With everything dark, I lay down on the bed and promised I wouldn’t leave there for anything, not with a noise at the door or with meows. Nothing would make me get out of bed. I had to sleep, even if it was an hour.

I heard the door slam. The meows began. Not even the sound of breaking glass inside the house made me get out of bed.

Finally, silence came, and I fell asleep.

I woke up well-rested and hungry. As I put my feet on the floor to get up, I stepped on something wet. I turned on the light and saw a puddle of water beside my bed. I crouched down to get a closer look and, to my dismay, noticed that it was drool. There was a puddle of spittle next to my bed!

I was looking at that puddle, not knowing what to do, when something dripped onto my right shoulder. I turned my head and saw a yellowish spit.

Do you think I looked up? No, I didn’t look. And God only knows the effort I made not to look up. I knew exactly what I was going to see. Instead, I put on my clothes and left the house.

I went to the parish office and asked to talk to the Father George. The priest received me. I didn’t tell him about the witchcraft or about the events in my house. I just asked him, almost begging, to give me a special blessing that would protect me from evil spirits.

Immediately, Father George put his hands on my head and, asking for the intercession of Saint Joseph, he blessed me.

I continued working for another three years and I was never again tormented nor saw that strange man again. Thank God!

Story 2

The Stoneybrook Building is in Longwood, FL – and was built in 1966. Fifteen years after its opening, a fire resulted in the death of 10 people, three of them jumped from the tenth floor to escape the fire. The Stoneybrook Building gained a reputation as haunted after this tragedy. Women crying, noise from running in the hallway, doors that open in empty apartments, these are some of the most heard stories, according to friends from Longwood in the Facebook group.

I thought to myself, "If the building is really