I'm posting this here because I've had a few stories that I can't explain and I don't know who else to tell without sounding crazy. I am a paramedic in a busy city. I am typically one of two paramedics on the overnight- 6pm -6am.
About two weeks ago, I went to a call for a cardiac arrest (dead person) and my job is to obviously attempt to make them undead and if salvageable, bring them to hospital for care.
Upon arrival at the apartment building, I meet with Fire fighter EMTs and two Police officers. As I walk up to the front door there is a man sitting in a patio chair smoking a cigarette, he was wearing a white wife beater and eyes looked blank... Like the lights on and nobody is home kind of stare people give you when they first wake up out of a deep sleep. Honestly, I just assumed he was a drug addict or something and nodded and didn't say anything because I don't give patient information out to bystanders. He looks at me and says "hey...hey! I remember you, is he alright up there!?". I got a bad feeling about the man, I don't know how to explain it. I am very desensitized to the sick and dead people and I typically don't feel emotion anymore when dealing with things like death and sickness/injury but this man just gave me a bad/dark feeling. I didn't think much about it and I go upstairs to the third floor apartment.
I see the same exact man upstairs with rigor and lividity at the end of a bed in a small bedroom - aka: obviously dead, he was at the foot of a twin sized mattress on his knees with blood around his feet and appeared to have some injury to back of head. I confirm he is dead medically and leave my DOA (dead on arrival) with officer and go downstairs to notify who I assume is his twin brother or something because nobody else is on scene besides his neighbor who found him. The man isn't there anymore, I asked neighbor where the man went and if he has a twin and neighbor has absolutely no idea what I'm talking about... And no man was outside smoking a cigarette per Fire/police. They had no idea what I was talking about.
I have a few other stories but that is the most recent one.
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It was a twin sized mattress on the floor in a tiny little room. He was in almost a fetal position on the hardwood floor at the end of his bed, almost like he sat at the end of the mattress and collapsed.
So with lividity the blood pools to wherever gravity takes it basically as the body decomposes. It happens to everyone. He only had one obvious wound to the head, not sure what caused it as there was no blood on the ceiling or anywhere to show blunt force trauma like somebody hitting him.