This story was sent in by roadnight73 from Rural Vermont. I was driving home late one night after visiting a friend who lives on the other side of the county. It was close to 1 a.m., that dead stretch of time where even the radio feels quieter and the air outside the windows gets colder … Read more
This story was sent in by Ruth M. from Savannah, Georgia. I was working evening shifts at a small restaurant near the historic district, the kind of place that stays open just late enough to catch the last wave of tourists but not so late that the streets stay lively. By the time we cleaned … Read more
This story was sent in by Jake from Flagstaff, Arizona. I’ve worked early shifts for years, the kind where your uniform basically becomes a second skin and you only remember to wash it when you’re already halfway to laying it out for the next morning. That’s how I ended up at a small laundromat on … Read more
This story was sent in by Sierra from Reno, Nevada. I’ve had asthma since I was a kid, so running out of my inhaler isn’t just inconvenient—it’s something I can’t ignore. That’s why I found myself driving across Reno close to midnight on a Tuesday, even though I had work early the next morning. My … Read more
This story was sent in by Marcus J. from Toledo, Ohio. I’ve always had a bad habit of putting things off until the very last minute, especially when it comes to music gear. I play keys for a couple of local bands around Toledo, and the night before a gig I realized the keyboard I … Read more
This story was sent in by Lena from Aurora, Colorado. I’ve always been the kind of person who remembers what I forgot right after I’ve already gotten home. That night was no different. I had just changed into pajamas when I realized I was completely out of dog food, and my mutt was already staring … Read more
Story 1 This story was sent in by Aaron from Cleveland, Ohio. I used to work evenings at a little print shop on the west side, one of those places stuck between a laundromat and a chiropractor’s office in a strip mall that always felt a little too empty after ten at night. My shift … Read more
This story was sent in by Nora from Bend, Oregon. I used to work evenings at a small café on the west side of Bend, the kind of place that pulled in a steady flow of skiers in winter and campers in summer. My shifts usually ran late, and on weeknights I was the one … Read more
This story was sent in by Caleb R. from Savannah, Georgia. I was working security at a small office complex on the outskirts of Savannah, the kind of place where every building looked like it had been built in the late nineties and never updated. My shift usually ran from 6 p.m. to 2 a.m., … Read more
This story was sent in by jonahlate from Boise, Idaho. For a couple of years in my mid‑twenties, I worked a graveyard shift cleaning office floors in downtown Boise. It wasn’t glamorous, but it paid well enough, and the schedule suited me. I’ve always been more alert at night, and there was something almost peaceful … Read more