GHOSTLY ENCOUNTERS

The things that are going bump in the night are starting to drive this girl batty.  For those who don’t know, I work in a haunted building.  An old Church, to be exact, that has been converted into offices.  Long lost is it's former glorious original charm, only to be replaced with screaming 70's interior decor.  Hang a disco ball, play some Bee Gee’s music and John Travolta could call it home.

Almost eleven years of working here, and I can say that I have often made peace with those who seem to live here in a shrouded form.

Usually calm and collected from my frequently and reluctantly received ghostly visits, last Friday was a reminder that even the most accepting individual of unexplained incidents can come close to peeing her big girl panties when presented with a scary moment.

Once again, I had closed up the office and waited in the downstairs foyer of the building for my better half to pick me up.  I had turned off all the lights in the building including the foyer light so that cars rushing up and down the street would not see me standing there thru a glass pane in the door.

It was, unfortunately, a big mistake.  As soon as I clicked that light switch off, I instantly heard my office chair rolling around on the floor above me.  And if that wasn't enough, filing cabinets were being opened and slammed shut at an alarming rate.  Sounds of running up and down my office hallway had me quaking at the knees.  Knowing that the building was empty and my office was alarmed, only confirmed the fact that my ghostly counter parts were having a Friday night party at the expense of my instantly greying hair.

It took all my strength to remain in the building until I was picked up.  With blustery weather and torrential rains, I weighed my option of standing outside and getting soaked to the frightening sounds above me.  Deep chanting of “come on honey, come on honey, come on honey” did nothing to soothe the multitude of fine little hairs standing on the back of my neck.

And, as if someone heard my pleas, my better half arrived.  In a matter of a second, I was out the front door and running across the street shrieking like the banshee I can be.

Sitting in the car, my better half and I witnessed a spectacular light show from my office on the top floor. Lights flicking on and off thru the entire office, left us both paralyzed with fear and wondering where the nearest drug store was for a purchase of adult size diapers.  And then in a blink, it all stopped.

Can you say future Ghost Hunters episode?  Because I can!

Until Next Time.
Smooches