These 4 EMS Calls Went TERRIBLY Wrong I Rain & Haunting Ambience – a.k.a. Rural EMS

not too many comments on this thread, pulled all the good ones here!

My old station was an abandoned nursing home. We’d hear wheelchairs rolling down the hallways in the middle of the night, doors shutting, lights turned on and off randomly, all sorts of creepy shit. I want to hear your stories.

Katie’s comments:

• not sure if OP is “rural”, but some replies to this post are!!
• Location:

Follow-up comment by u/Alebax:

We had a dingy auxiliary fire station in a rural area that people said was haunted. You could hear banging and thumping from the rooms in the back at random times. I played it off as rodents or just ignored it. There was also a hatch in the ceiling and I made so many jokes about people living in the ceiling and sleeping in the beds there (beds always looked slept in but I never worked with anyone who would touch them). It all came to a head one day when a medic walked in and scared off some homeless guy who had actually been squatting in the station like the movie parasite for god knows how long.

Katie’s comments:

• rural!
• Location: likely somewhere in/near Greenville, South Carolina (considered Appalachia btw)
• 193 upvotes // no comments (archived post)

Follow-up comment by u/Traumajunkie971:

I used to work in a tiny town—population maybe a few thousand. one blinking stoplight, a diner that doubles as a bar, and a fire station that was… well, mostly decorative. We had one volunteer firehouse, completely unmanned, awkwardly attached to the town library. That library, by the way, used to be the police station. Then they built a new one—also sort of attached to the same building. And if that wasn’t enough history crammed into one structure, apparently it was a church back in the 1800s.

The building had layers.

Our ambulance was housed in the fire station side, but our bunkroom was in the basement of the library. To get there, you had to exit the apparatus bay, head down a hallway, take a staircase, walk through the library, go down another set of stairs, and there it was. On the left: our room. On the right: a door leading directly outside to a graveyard.

Yes, you read that right. The cemetery backed right up to our bunkroom. And the newest grave? Dated 1820.

My partner used to take smoke breaks out there. Every time he'd say, “I’m gonna go hang out with my friends, old people love me." Lights in the building would flicker randomly, doors opened on their own, and loud footsteps echoed overhead when no one else was in the building. Walking through the library at night gave you that classic horror movie feeling—like you were being watched, or like something just moved behind the shelves.

In just a few months, I responded to two hangings. Both in remote houses. They came in as wellness checks. One call brought us to a farmhouse swallowed by trees and time. I’ll never forget it: an elderly woman, hanging in a dirt-floor basement, wearing her old wedding dress. She was swaying slightly when we found her, the only movement in a room that felt like it hadn't breathed in a century.

Katie’s comments:

• rural!
• Location: if username is any hint (“971”), possibly Portland and the surrounding area(s) in the northwestern region of Oregon, United States.

Follow-up comment by u/JeffreyStryker:

There is a guy I call Jacket Man at my base. An older guy dressed like a golfer in a pale blue golf jacket and tan coloured golf hat. see him sometimes when I’m working out in the gym, but if I look at him directly he disappears. I’ve only seen him a few times but looking at him is trying to look at a floater in your eye. When I look directly at him he disappears but will remain there for extended periods if I don’t. Looks like he’s waiting for someone. Have also seen another figure twice on CCTV feed walking around the garage when nobody else is there.

Katie’s comments:

• Location: Unknown (profile is unavailable) // may not be rural idk
• 23 upvotes // no comments (archived post)

Follow-up comment by u/Unique_Intention6410:

I’m using the restroom in one of our stations which was an old firehouse. When all of the sudden I hear footsteps coming down the hallway from a bunk room. Like boot hitting linoleum. I thought it might’ve been my partner but didn’t remember hearing him come in. When I went back outside he was asleep in the truck. Never having stepped foot outside. And no doors had opened. Talking to the supervisors about it later they joked that it was the old fire captain who vowed never to retire.

Katie’s comments:

• Location: Huntsville, Alabama
  • I wouldn’t call Huntsville “rural” but it IS in Appalachia
• 15 upvotes // no comments (archived post)

Follow-up comment by u/sadgoil:

There's a station in the south of the province I work in that is infamous for its haunting. Many people I know have had creepy experiences. The station was fairly rural and was staffed by people from out of town mostly. People would commute and stay for their shifts and drive home, including me. And the bedroom on the left was always causing problems. People would often talk about a presence leaning over the bed, night terrors and things moving around. One night, before I knew about any of the creepiness, I was fast asleep and I started having a night terror which I never do. I dont remember exactly what the dream was about but I remember being terrified and waking up in a sweat, and as I woke up, my blanket got completely ripped off my bed. Like off the foot of the bed.

The next day my coworker happened to tell me a story about how she was having a night terror about being pulled out of bed by her ankle and she woke up falling off the foot of the bed. Never has she sleep-walked or had a night terror. Same room, same bed. She didn't know I'd had a weird experience the night before. And the stories were endless.

Additional context from their other comment HERE:
My station is a 100+ year old house that been converted into an ambo station. Tons of people I know have had spooky experiences in the house. Just last week my partner and I were grabbing stock in the basement (of course it's in the basement) around 2am. No one's there but us and all the sudden everything in the kitchen started flying onto the floor. Go upstairs and find that anything that'd been on the kitchen counter had been pushed onto the floor. Glad we were leaving for the night.

Katie’s comments:

• rural!
• OP is female btw
• Location: ??
• 5 upvotes // no comments (archived post)

Follow-up comment by u/lostsxvl_:

The rural station I’m at has the body storage attached to the station. Whenever we have a “guest” in storage, myself and other paramedics have noticed strange things happen.

I’ve felt someone tap me on my shoulder when I’m here by myself, I’ve heard voices, the computers will randomly turn themselves on…

Once the coroner comes to collect, these things stop happening

Katie’s comments:

• rural!
• Location:

Follow-up comment by u/KetamemeDream:

The hospital service I work at has had two haunted quarters in the last two decades. First was in the old nurses/nuns quarters from when the hospital was a Catholic medical center. I was too young to work there at the time, but my mum was a medic there so I used to spend time in quarters while she was waiting to get relieved or waiting for my dad to pick me up. Room was tiny, with crucifixes literally carved into all the crown moulding. Constantly had cold drafts despite having no windows or outside access, and crews were constantly hearing banging and coming back from calls to find the dialysis style chairs we have for bunks folded up and linens gone (the medics were the only ones with access, security and housekeeping had to be let in my a medic so it's not like some other staff member was doing it). Our current quarters are haunted as fuck too. This one is an L shaped exterior hallway that goes to an old loading dock they used to park a CT scanner truck in, and it's directly above the morgue. Crews constantly complain of feeling watched, or finding shit rearranged. The portable radios would get so much interference that we had to put two permanent base radios in, multiple medics have complained of feeling a "pressure" when lying down, like someone is sitting on them. My personal experience was lying awake at like 0300 playing on my phone and hearing a sudden, extremely clear female-sounding sigh, exactly like my partner would make when we got a bullshit call. But I was on a double male crew, no one else was in quarters, and I was directly in my ear. Definitely couldn't sleep there for a few weeks.

Katie’s comments:

• Location:
• lol at the username, def tracks for a seasoned EMS worker
• big gamer according to their Reddit comment history

Same OP as commenter above on the other thread!!
Let me start by saying I told this story on an old account that I have since lost access to, so if it sounds familiar that's probably why.

I work as EMT in a city in Massachusetts, about 15 minutes from where Mathas (most likely referring to Martha’s Vineyard island) is actually. One day, think it was the spring, we got sent priority two lights and sirens, but no paramedics), to a reported fall. I was responding on the ambulance with my partner, 3 fire fighters on the engine, and one or two cops. We get there and fire fighters have to break the door open for us to get in. We found a old lady lying on the kitchen floor on the first floor of this two story colonial house. She's demented as the day is long, and distinctly has a broken hip. My partner, the fire fighters and I start treating her and trying to get her comfortable, when one of us asks her "How did you call us? Do you have a button?" (Lots of old folks in our city live alone and have either a life alert button on a necklace, or have a pull string on the wall, either of which would call 911 and have us sent out). She said no, that her son called. As there was no kid there, I was ready to chalk it up to her being demented and just leave, but the cops said they'd look around to try and see if he was there. They went upstairs, and shortly began calling for EMS to get up there. I left the old lady with my partner and ran to check out what they found. In a upstairs bedroom was who I assume was her son, dead as a doornail. Looks like he'd overdosed hours before we got there (needles and spoons nearby, track marks on his arms), was fully rigored and had lividity as well. I basically confirmed he was dead, the cops called their sergeant and a coroner as was protocol, and we left for the ER with our patient. Where it gets real weird is that I ran into one of the officers on our next shift about 2 days later. He told me that the 911 center had redialed the number that had called them about our patients fall, and that the dead guy’s phone had started to ring in his pocket, while the officer was there. They then confirmed that 1) his phone had made the call, and 2) he was dead for 3-5 hours before we got there. I have no idea who called 911, it could have been a third person who ran before we got there, but in all honesty, I doubt anyone would see a dead guy, a old lady on the ground with a broken hip, call 911 from the dead guy‘s phone, put it back in his pocket, and leave. That just doesn't seem realistic to me, but the other answers are equally as odd.

Katie’s comments:

• Location: Martha’s Vineyard in Dukes County, Massachusetts
  • It’s considered the least populous county in the state, so rural-ish?
• 31 upvotes // no comments (archived post)