CW: death of an unidentified person, described briefly and non-graphically.

A convention center. Eighty thousand square feet. Midnight. A crew of twelve returning it to empty.

In this episode we hear from Sable — an overnight cleaner who spent two and a half years working the east wing of a large midwest convention center. Most of it was exactly what you'd expect. Hard, physical, repetitive work.

The last four months were different.

It started with a man in a dark jacket standing in the northeast corner of the exhibition hall. Facing the wall. Still. Gone by the time her supervisor arrived.

She saw him again eleven days later. Different room. Same corner. Same stillness.

Then she started researching the building.

What was there before the convention center changed everything.

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.

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.

note: this episode includes the death of an elderly patient in a care facility setting.

Some buildings are different at night. A nursing home at 3 a.m. is one of them.

In our first episode, we hear from Renata — a night shift nurse who spent nearly four years on the overnight at a long-term care facility in the midwest. She was practical, grounded, not given to imagination. And then, for seven nights in a row, an elderly patient in Room 14 started waking up at exactly 3:17 a.m. — staring at the same corner of the room.

Renata told herself it was sundowning. She almost convinced herself, too.

Then she noticed the marks on the floor.

Third shift tales collects stories from the night shift — the kind people mention once, in hushed voices, and never bring up again. Names and some details have been changed at the request of contributors.