'I worked as a Nightguard at a Mall, there were RULES TO FOLLOW' Creepypasta

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📌 In this video we discuss a creepy pasta that will shiver you down to your bones. For daily Creepypastas and Horror Stories. We try to deliver quality content to every day! This is a scary creepypasta from r/nosleep

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👉 Written by u/CreepyStoriesJR

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Great plot twist, seems the Janitor was a guardian angel of sorts.

bartolomeestebanmurillo
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Working night shift right now. 1am in a deserted parking lot having a smoke break... listening to this and looking all around... just in case...

matrisgallus
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Just in time at 2:30 am while I'm trying to sleep, wowsers!

realnumbervoid
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Creepy! My stomach would drop too upon hearing the phrase "What janitor?"

jenniferlonnes
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Tell us all about... *whiplash*
The Janitor: The rules
The Guard: The rules?
The Demon: The rules

jackanarchy
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Your voice is perfect for horror. This was so chilling!

TwistedBedtime
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I've worked a lot of jobs on swing and graveyard shifts, including as a security guard. It's a time where a fertile imagination can drive you insane, and fighting that insanity is never easy. But the worst job, although I loved the work and the less crowded I-95, was driving an 18-wheeler. You see things nobody else would see. Sometimes it's beautiful, like a distant skyline, with lights. You know the city is still active in the small hours, but you go through a tunnel and find yourself bypassing the busy part. It's peaceful; even the static of CB channel 19 occasionally giving a blast from nearby truckers, but then you go a bit further. Nothing but darkness. No highway lights. No cars. Nothing but white lines flashing by.
One night, travelling through Connecticut, I hit a route my directions had me exit onto, and even FM radio signals were mostly static. The lanes of each direction were separated by trees. I began to wish that my dispatcher had let me work local in Baltimore like I usually did, picking up loads at Lever Brothers in Dundalk and dropping them off at our terminal for the over-the-road drivers to pick up.
I began feeling uneasy, but couldn't figure out any reason for it. Sometimes the feeling comes when there's a bad accident ahead. But again, no CB chatter broke the static, no emergency vehicles passed me. And this feeling wasn't like that anyway. Only a turn east on a route I can't remember (it was 1989: do you remember what that was like?? Neon was everywhere including rubber tubes for guys with spiked hair or mullets to fasten onto their sunglasses, bicycle shorts were a real thing, and music sucked) I began to breathe easier. Years would pass. Then I would learn how close I probably was to Dudleytown, a supposed haunted or cursed former town, claimed by woods. I know I had to have been off-route, but how'd that happen?
Other creepy and tragic things happened. One night while approaching the Fort McHenry Tunnel from the south, where the interstate is elevated, I had a sickening, doom-like feeling in my gut. I slowed down, geared way down, and sure enough, blue lights were everywhere. I crept up and passed on the far right, and saw this car lying on its driver's side with the roof against the jersey wall. Toll cops were running along the wall, looking over it and down with their flashlights. Even driving a rig, I never thought that the north and south lanes were separate. I thought the concrete walls were what separated them. Not so: there's a big gap, and the driver had climbed out of her car through the passenger side window, climbed down to the wall, and then fallen 60-70 feet to an instant death. I did grow to finally hate night shit, which is responsible for a million horror stories, but none so horrible as real life. You've done a good job, though. I was keen to hear it all. I have no doubt that it has its roots in real life.

Mr.Glidehook
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So.... five nights at Freddy's meets mall cop.

Deverik
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You do such a good job! Even tone, no blasts of sound or volume. Perfect for dozing off to 😊!!! Thank you ☺️!!!
♥️♥️♥️😊

silviaflorez-ramey
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Did anyone else think of weeping angels

snoopsnoop
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Great story but what my question is What did the janitor mean by you’ll figure it out or not, because clearly he didn’t figure it out whatever it is, ”😭💀

hnjia
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Man this one is so good, listened to it while trying to sleep .

benp
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I love the sound effects. Nice one! 👍

QuantumChic
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Who wrote this??? I LOVE stories!!! I'm studying narratology and cultural anthropology, mainly myth, legends and folklore! This is really good, I was just wondering if anyone knows.

Nope
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These creepy rule stories that always happen in night shift is ❤❤❤ because I also usually work night shifts. 😊💀👻

ninami_ph
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The ambient in your videos is the most disturbing I have ever heard through years of binging horror content
Love it

viktoriaribkina
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Im listening to this every night, please keep on posting 😂

Sans_Meg
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I loved the Story, Doc U just keep Getting Better All the Time. Thx for the Ride ✌️💙

joannabailey
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I turned, and then I heard it.
Then I turned and then I saw it then I turned around and there it was then I turned and then I saw it. I ran and then I heard it.
Then I turned around. And that's when I saw it.
Suddenly I spun and then I heard what I saw

stringking
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We need to send YouTube ghost hunters there to record footages

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