Second of Two from My Livejournal At work Ghost Story
March 22nd, 2006
Ghost Stories
3/22/06 10:56 am
It is, of course, the perfect time to tell ghost stories, because no one else is. These are a couple of true things that happened to me at my previous job. The building was over 30 years old, and had been home to a number of different law firms. We even joked about having a cleansing ritual done before we moved in. I seriously think we should have.
I had a small interior office that I shared with the other word processor. Very busy, from shortly after I came in until often late at night. While there, a floater secretary was hired. I'll call her RR. She has become a good friend. But we're both psychic, and we seemed to make the other more psychic when we were around each other. One day I'm slaving away, when I suddenly feel like a weight has settled on my head and shoulders. It was also painful. I called RR right away and she came to my office. I told her what was happening, but she said she couldn't see anything. She waved her hand over my head, and whatever it was jumped away.
Me: It's under the desk now. It's like a cold blast of air. (The heater was in the ceiling.)
RR: I don't see it.
Me: Wait, it's moved out.
RR: I see it. It's under the printer table.
I looked, and it was one of those things you could see from the corner of your eye. A gray fog.
RR: Give me the candle on your desk. (I had a white candle that I had purchased because I liked the fragrance.)
Despite fire worries, RR lit the candle then waved it under the table. It moved, then seemed to disappear.
RR: Keep this on your desk lit for a while. It shouldn't come back.
Me: Thanks. I just hope it doesn't set off the sprinkler system.
I let the candle burn for a bit, then put it out. Things seemed back to normal for a while.
Then, that afternoon, I suddenly felt as if there was a scared child in the room with me. I looked around.
Me: What is it? What do you need?
Something from just the edge of my vision moved carefully toward me.
Me: It's okay. Come here. Are you lost?
It moved onto my lap, and I used my arms to make a circle around it.
Me: It'll be all right. You're just lost.
I slowly got up, holding my arms in position.
Me: Come with me, I'll show you out.
I slowly walked across the hall and into an empty office that had a window, speaking softly the whole time.
Me: See that?
I pointed toward the window.
Me: Isn't it beautiful? You need to go out there. You'll find your way then.
Just a few minutes before, it had stopped raining, and the clouds were opening to the sun. I waved toward the window. I felt it move, and then it was gone.
It never came back. It seemed happy when it left.
This really happened. I'll tell the other story another day.
March 22nd, 2006
Ghost Stories
3/22/06 10:56 am
It is, of course, the perfect time to tell ghost stories, because no one else is. These are a couple of true things that happened to me at my previous job. The building was over 30 years old, and had been home to a number of different law firms. We even joked about having a cleansing ritual done before we moved in. I seriously think we should have.
I had a small interior office that I shared with the other word processor. Very busy, from shortly after I came in until often late at night. While there, a floater secretary was hired. I'll call her RR. She has become a good friend. But we're both psychic, and we seemed to make the other more psychic when we were around each other. One day I'm slaving away, when I suddenly feel like a weight has settled on my head and shoulders. It was also painful. I called RR right away and she came to my office. I told her what was happening, but she said she couldn't see anything. She waved her hand over my head, and whatever it was jumped away.
Me: It's under the desk now. It's like a cold blast of air. (The heater was in the ceiling.)
RR: I don't see it.
Me: Wait, it's moved out.
RR: I see it. It's under the printer table.
I looked, and it was one of those things you could see from the corner of your eye. A gray fog.
RR: Give me the candle on your desk. (I had a white candle that I had purchased because I liked the fragrance.)
Despite fire worries, RR lit the candle then waved it under the table. It moved, then seemed to disappear.
RR: Keep this on your desk lit for a while. It shouldn't come back.
Me: Thanks. I just hope it doesn't set off the sprinkler system.
I let the candle burn for a bit, then put it out. Things seemed back to normal for a while.
Then, that afternoon, I suddenly felt as if there was a scared child in the room with me. I looked around.
Me: What is it? What do you need?
Something from just the edge of my vision moved carefully toward me.
Me: It's okay. Come here. Are you lost?
It moved onto my lap, and I used my arms to make a circle around it.
Me: It'll be all right. You're just lost.
I slowly got up, holding my arms in position.
Me: Come with me, I'll show you out.
I slowly walked across the hall and into an empty office that had a window, speaking softly the whole time.
Me: See that?
I pointed toward the window.
Me: Isn't it beautiful? You need to go out there. You'll find your way then.
Just a few minutes before, it had stopped raining, and the clouds were opening to the sun. I waved toward the window. I felt it move, and then it was gone.
It never came back. It seemed happy when it left.
This really happened. I'll tell the other story another day.
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