An Un­seen Pa­tient

Reader's Digest International - - Drama In Real Life - Red­ con­trib­u­tor ZERBO

THE AM­BU­LANCE COM­PANY that I used to work for had a “haunted” am­bu­lance: rig 12. A lot of EMTs had sto­ries about it, but I never put much stock in para­nor­mal stuff. That is, un­til I had my own ex­pe­ri­ence with rig 12.

My part­ner and I were work­ing in a ru­ral com­mu­nity at 3 a.m., and it was pitch-dark and com­pletely quiet. We were both doz­ing; I was in the driver’s seat, and she was in the pas­sen­ger seat. I woke up to a muf­fled voice, and I thought my part­ner was talk­ing. I told her I was try­ing to sleep and closed my eyes. I dis­tinctly heard a male voice say, “Oh my God, am I

I dis­tinctly heard a male voice say, “Oh my God, am I dy­ing?” fol­lowed by heavy breath­ing.

dy­ing?” fol­lowed by a few sec­onds of heavy breath­ing. My part­ner and I sat up straight and looked back into the pa­tient com­part­ment, where it sounded like the voice had come from.

Things were quiet for a cou­ple sec­onds; then we heard the click of an oxy­gen-bot­tle reg­u­la­tor and a hiss, as if it was leak­ing. I turned on the lights, and we ran out of the rig. I thought a tran­sient might have climbed in while we were asleep, so we opened the rear doors. No one was there. I checked the oxy­gen bot­tles; nei­ther was opened. We didn’t sleep much af­ter that.

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