I worked at a gas station when I was eighteen. One night, at the end of my shift, the graveyard guy just didn't show up. I called my sister to see if she would hang out with me until I could get a hold of someone.
At about four a.m., an ambulance slowed down right in front of the
station. As it came to a stop at the light, the back doors opened up and
a guy jumped out.
One paramedic hopped out of the back, chasing after him.
The guy ran right up to the station, looking terrified.
He turned to the left to run again, and we noticed that his head was
missing a big chunk in the back, blood all down him.
Medic continued to pursue him through the parking lot next door.
We called 911 and explained the situation. Dispatch responded, "yeah
About twenty minutes later, police arrived to take a statement from us.
Guy was high and injured, trying to get away.
I don't know if they ever caught up with him again.