Working Tonight
This time with Jordan, which should make for an interesting night. The last time we worked together we found ourselves in some questionable situations to say the least. Like when we went down North Graham St. at 1:30 in the morning and found it packed with people who looked to be up to no good.
It seems to be a running theme in my continuing pursuit of this career that I'll be placed in situations that would make any normal person uncomfortable, but that leave me scratching my head and wondering just what the hell is going on.
One such case is "Chris Goes to the Spooky Spider House"
I'm working in Cary with a medic, who for a little bit of a backstory is absolutely terrified of arachnids. He will literally freak out and run away if he comes in contact with a spider.
We're dispatched to a "medical nature unknown" which immediately makes me think cardiac arrest, because that's just what seems to happen when I go on these calls. We don't get any first responders on the call, but Wake Co. Sherriff's Office is dispatched to check in with us. When we pull up, there's literally 1o SO cars parked out in front of this house, lit up like the 4th of July.
This house is huge, and dark, and set well back from the road in the middle of some creepy looking pine trees. It's dark, and cloudy, and there's no moon. Literally the only light is coming from all the strobes on these various vehicles.
As we start to walk up to the house, we're met by a deputy who tells me to take the stretcher to the front door, and my partner to follow him. He says that the stretcher won't fit through the way they're going, and that our patient is closer to the other door. My partner shoots me a "What the fuck?" look, but follows the deputy, leaving me to lug all our equipment to the front door of this house. In the dark. Across a spooky wooded area.
I finally manage to lug all the stuff over to the front porch, and go to open the door. Turns out, it's locked. I spend a minute or two banging on the door before I get pissed, and a little bit freaked out. There is absolutely no one around, and I have no idea what's going on. I start to walk back towards the door my partner went in, and after making it about halfway, I hear the front door open. I turn around and start to head back.
Unfortunately the deputy opening the door decided no one was there, and closed and re-locked the door. I hung my head for a moment, before resuming my physical assault on the door. A minute later a frazzled looking deputy opened the door and let me in.
Let me re-emphasize how huge this house is. I entered into a hallway that wouldn't look out of place in a hotel. There were tons of doors leading off either side of the hallway, all of which were half-open, and looked in on equally creepy, darkened rooms. Way down at the end of the hall there's one light burning, and I hear my partner yell for me to just bring the heart monitor down there.
I turn to the deputy and ask if it's safe, and he just nods his assent. I'm pretty sure he had a such a large wad of Skoal in his mouth that would've made it hard to use words. I grab the monitor off the stretcher, and walk down this hallway, all the while imagining something terrible is going to jump out and grab me. Mind you, this is before I have any idea what's actually going on.
I get down to the lone lit room, and turn the corner, and almost shit my pants.
There's a woman, or what used to be a woman, sitting in a kitchen chair. There is blood everywhere and I can't even tell where it came from, because she's covered in it. Creepier than all that, are the paw prints all over the room where her many cats apparently walked in her blood, and then walked around the room.
I freeze, and avoid touching anything. This has "Crime scene" and "Chris goes to court" written all over it. My partner shoots me another "What the hell?" look, and proceeds to put the monitor on the lady, confirming what we already know. She's dead as your first goldfish that got sucked into the tank filter.
About now is when it hits me that this woman was probably killed. Murdered. By another person. Who could be anywhere. Including INSIDE THE SPOOKY SPIDER HOUSE THAT I JUST WALKED THROUGH AND STOOD ALONE OUTSIDE OF!
Needless to say, I was not happy with the deputy who'd told me to go hang out in front of the house by myself, or the deputy who let me walk along the dark, scary, and obviously unsecured hallway.
My partner and I both walked out to the truck without saying a word, and then proceeded to freak out as we pulled away. The story was even worse for my partner, because as soon as he turned and saw the dead lady in the room, he ran straight into a spiderweb. Thus it did become the Spooky Spider House.
I never found out what happened to the lady, but since I didn't have to go to court, I'm going to assume it wasn't murder. This is the kind of thing I have floating around in my head though, so if you ever think I'm acting funny, make allowances.
It seems to be a running theme in my continuing pursuit of this career that I'll be placed in situations that would make any normal person uncomfortable, but that leave me scratching my head and wondering just what the hell is going on.
One such case is "Chris Goes to the Spooky Spider House"
I'm working in Cary with a medic, who for a little bit of a backstory is absolutely terrified of arachnids. He will literally freak out and run away if he comes in contact with a spider.
We're dispatched to a "medical nature unknown" which immediately makes me think cardiac arrest, because that's just what seems to happen when I go on these calls. We don't get any first responders on the call, but Wake Co. Sherriff's Office is dispatched to check in with us. When we pull up, there's literally 1o SO cars parked out in front of this house, lit up like the 4th of July.
This house is huge, and dark, and set well back from the road in the middle of some creepy looking pine trees. It's dark, and cloudy, and there's no moon. Literally the only light is coming from all the strobes on these various vehicles.
As we start to walk up to the house, we're met by a deputy who tells me to take the stretcher to the front door, and my partner to follow him. He says that the stretcher won't fit through the way they're going, and that our patient is closer to the other door. My partner shoots me a "What the fuck?" look, but follows the deputy, leaving me to lug all our equipment to the front door of this house. In the dark. Across a spooky wooded area.
I finally manage to lug all the stuff over to the front porch, and go to open the door. Turns out, it's locked. I spend a minute or two banging on the door before I get pissed, and a little bit freaked out. There is absolutely no one around, and I have no idea what's going on. I start to walk back towards the door my partner went in, and after making it about halfway, I hear the front door open. I turn around and start to head back.
Unfortunately the deputy opening the door decided no one was there, and closed and re-locked the door. I hung my head for a moment, before resuming my physical assault on the door. A minute later a frazzled looking deputy opened the door and let me in.
Let me re-emphasize how huge this house is. I entered into a hallway that wouldn't look out of place in a hotel. There were tons of doors leading off either side of the hallway, all of which were half-open, and looked in on equally creepy, darkened rooms. Way down at the end of the hall there's one light burning, and I hear my partner yell for me to just bring the heart monitor down there.
I turn to the deputy and ask if it's safe, and he just nods his assent. I'm pretty sure he had a such a large wad of Skoal in his mouth that would've made it hard to use words. I grab the monitor off the stretcher, and walk down this hallway, all the while imagining something terrible is going to jump out and grab me. Mind you, this is before I have any idea what's actually going on.
I get down to the lone lit room, and turn the corner, and almost shit my pants.
There's a woman, or what used to be a woman, sitting in a kitchen chair. There is blood everywhere and I can't even tell where it came from, because she's covered in it. Creepier than all that, are the paw prints all over the room where her many cats apparently walked in her blood, and then walked around the room.
I freeze, and avoid touching anything. This has "Crime scene" and "Chris goes to court" written all over it. My partner shoots me another "What the hell?" look, and proceeds to put the monitor on the lady, confirming what we already know. She's dead as your first goldfish that got sucked into the tank filter.
About now is when it hits me that this woman was probably killed. Murdered. By another person. Who could be anywhere. Including INSIDE THE SPOOKY SPIDER HOUSE THAT I JUST WALKED THROUGH AND STOOD ALONE OUTSIDE OF!
Needless to say, I was not happy with the deputy who'd told me to go hang out in front of the house by myself, or the deputy who let me walk along the dark, scary, and obviously unsecured hallway.
My partner and I both walked out to the truck without saying a word, and then proceeded to freak out as we pulled away. The story was even worse for my partner, because as soon as he turned and saw the dead lady in the room, he ran straight into a spiderweb. Thus it did become the Spooky Spider House.
I never found out what happened to the lady, but since I didn't have to go to court, I'm going to assume it wasn't murder. This is the kind of thing I have floating around in my head though, so if you ever think I'm acting funny, make allowances.
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