CW: psychiatric facility setting, death of a patient described briefly and non-graphically.

Ward C. Long-term acute psychiatric care. Twenty-two rooms. Checks every thirty minutes. All night.

In this episode we hear from Callum — a psychiatric technician who spent three years on the overnight at a state-run facility in the northeast. By his second year he knew every patient, every habit, every sound the building made at night.

In his third year he started noticing the chair in Room 9.

Always between 2 and 3AM. Always facing the bed. Always empty the moment he stepped inside.

When he finally told his colleague Petra — she went quiet.

She had seen it too. Three weeks before. Same chair.

Then Callum found the records. Seven reports. Six different staff members. Twelve years.

All describing the same thing.

Third Shift Tales collects stories from people who work while the rest of the world sleeps. Names and some details have been changed at the request of contributors.

Seven floors. One hundred and twelve rooms. One person at the front desk after midnight.

In this episode we hear from Mara — a night shift hotel clerk who spent two years working the overnight at a mid-range hotel in the southeast. She knew that building the way you only know a place after hundreds of nights alone inside it.

Which is why she noticed when something changed.

It started with her own handwriting. Log entries she didn't remember writing. A room number that kept appearing. A room that didn't exist.

Room 714.

Then the calls started.

Third Shift Tales collects stories from people who work while the rest of the world sleeps. Names and some details have been changed at the request of contributors.

A gas station off a rural highway. Six pumps. One employee. Eight hours alone in the dark.

In this episode we hear from Dex — a night shift attendant who spent fourteen months working the overnight at a small station in the rural south. Eleven of those months were fine. The last three were not.

It started with Pump 4. During the dead stretch — 2 to 4AM when the lot went quiet — the display would light up. Too bright. And always, a few minutes later, headlights off the highway.

Fifteen out of eighteen times. Dex studied accounting. He understood data. Fifteen out of eighteen was not coincidence.

Then the car started coming. Dark colored. Parked at the edge of the lot. Gone without moving.

And then one night it pulled up to Pump 4.

Third Shift Tales collects stories from people who work while the rest of the world sleeps. Names and some details have been changed at the request of contributors.