07/27/15

Reader Submission: The Unseen Passenger

police car

“I had a call one day that really sticks with me. We had a frequent flier that we’d visited plenty of times for every complaint in the book. Well, one night we got called to her apartment after she complained of back pain.

On our arrival, she said that the pain had been going on for months, but that the ‘people in her room’ told her not to call. The thing is…she lived alone. She also said that they could see me, but that they didn’t like me because I was helping her.

I had my Captain look around the apartment to make sure there wasn’t anyone around and that the scene was safe. It was empty. Then, during the transport, she looked over into the empty seat next to her and said ‘Oh, that looks terrible. What happened to you? Well, I’m so sorry. I’m glad you aren’t in pain anymore.’ Then she turns to me and said, ‘He’s scary looking.’ She didn’t know that a few hours prior we had been called to a fatal and really gruesome car vs. semi-truck accident.

Come to find out, the woman had stage 4 brain cancer, and she passed away that night. To this day, I still wonder what she saw. Who was riding in the squad with me and my partner?”

This story pulled from the comments section of “Real EMTs Share True Ghost Stories

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07/19/15

Truth or Legend: Do Ghost Children Haunt a Texas Railroad Crossing?

school bus accident ghosts

In a wooded area just south of San Antonio, lies a nondescript railroad crossing. Legend has it several children died on the tracks and now aid stalled vehicles. But is the story true or is it nothing more than an urban legend?

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07/15/15

Reader Submission: Something Wicked This Way Comes

woods at night

“I am an avid fisherman. I live way out in Southern Illinois, in the middle of nothing surrounded by nowhere. Because of this, I am afforded the opportunity to fish whenever I want, which is normally every day after work, minus the bitterly cold winter months. I typically fish a strand of remote ponds on Ten Mile Creek.

One afternoon in May 2013, I was at one of my favorite spots. I’d been there about 20 minutes, give or take, when I started to feel unnaturally uneasy. I can’t really put into words the paranoid, gut-wrenching feeling that came over me. Now please keep in mind, I have been doing this type of thing my whole life. I’m often by myself, deep in the woods, and until then I never experienced this urgent need to flee.

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