I worked the night shift at a small hotel. One night, this older guy called the front desk around 2 a.m., absolutely panicked. “There’s a ghost in my room! It’s hovering over my bed.”
I had heard plenty of strange complaints during late shifts—broken TVs, mysterious noises,
guests locking themselves out—but fear like this was rare. His voice trembled as if something truly unexplainable had shaken him awake.
Grabbing the master key and my radio, I made my way down the quiet hallway, the carpet muffling my footsteps as every door stood closed and silent. The hotel felt unusually still, like it was holding its breath.
When I reached his room, the door swung open before I could knock. He stood frozen in the corner, eyes wide,
finger pointed toward the bed as if it might vanish if he looked away. The lamp was on, casting long shadows across the walls
. I followed his gaze and immediately noticed something pale floating above the mattress, gently swaying as though alive.
My heart skipped, but training kicked in. I stepped closer, studying the shape carefully, forcing myself not to let imagination take control.
It turned out to be a thin, white plastic bag, drifting slowly from the ceiling vent, caught in a soft stream of air from the faulty ventilation system.
The light hit it just right, giving it an eerie, human-like form in the dark. I reached up, pulled it down, and held it out so he could see it clearly.
His shoulders dropped, and a shaky laugh escaped him, equal parts relief and embarrassment. Fear can be powerful, especially when the mind fills in gaps late at night.
After I adjusted the vent and reassured him, he thanked me repeatedly, his panic replaced by exhaustion. As I walked back to the desk, I reflected on how easily the unfamiliar can turn into something frightening when we’re tired, alone, and caught off guard. That night reminded me that sometimes the scariest things aren’t supernatural at all—they’re ordinary moments misunderstood in the quiet hours when our thoughts run wild. From then on, every late-night call felt less like an inconvenience and more like a reminder of how human fear truly is.
