What are your Night Shift horror stories?

I hate recalling this story. I work night shift at a rehab facility.

We have a protected gate with a camera looking down from above and one of those doorbell cameras.

In the office, the camera monitor is on one wall and the doorbell monitor is on another.

I was doing some paperwork and I saw this guy walk past,

stop for a few seconds, then slowly turned around, walk back and stared up at the camera,

and he kept staring. The facility is in a rough neighbourhood, so I'm fairly used to folks

hanging around the gate and I usually ignore it. But the way he was staring was off-putting.

Like his eyes and expression were hollow and

dead, almost as if he were in deep thought about something horrible. I was pretty sure he was

zonked on synthetics. I used the intercom to see if he was okay, but he just kept staring directly

at the camera. We have a rule. If it's not hurt or trying to come through the fence, just let it be.

No sense in engaging needlessly with someone potentially hostile or messing with the locals.

Let me tell you, he just stood there and stared at that camera for two hours, the same dead-eyed

expression staring right into my soul. I did a round and then came back to find him gone, which, to be honest,

only creeped me out more. I worked at a liquor store for a few years. One of the homeless guys,

probably late 50s that stood outside, would ask for money, and nine times out of 10, if they said no,

he had flashed them his old wrinkly, crusty package. I had to chase him off every night so people didn't

have to suffer that sight. Annoyingly, people who saw me chasing him off or threatening to call

a cops often gave me dirty looks, as if I hated homeless people or treated them like trash all the

time. In actuality, I was saving them from that, which you cannot unsee. As a teen, I used to close down the combo, gas station and

truck stop that I worked at alone. My boss used to pop up out of the shadows as I was closing down

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