Things that go bump...

[BrightEyedKitty]

Ghosts don't like salt.

Any idea why?

Anyways, to those of you from Ohio, this should be an especially interesting read.

http://www.forgottenoh.com

[Misanthropical]

Where to start? When I first worked the tower as Security, I would hear people walking the same floor I was patrolling, but there was never anyone there. I don't care, since I have had the "gift" for as long as I can remember.

I had a fog start to take shape when I was doing patrol on one of the floors, since I was not feeling well as so not in the mood I looked at it and "go hang yourself" and the fog disappeared.

The top floor is/was wired for sound, but also totally empty. No one worked up there, it was just an empty floor. Security finally shut off the sound after sending officers up to check out voices and/or noises of people walking around and never finding anyone. The cleaning crew REFUSED to go up there.

When I was on that floor I patrolled as fast as I could, because it felt like I was being watched and not wanted up there. It was a feeling of evil and I would call my husband on my cell so he would talk to me while I was on that floor, because I was that scared and creeped out. It takes a lot to scare me to that point, so my husband knew something was really wrong and would talk to me the whole time.

One post required me to sit by a door in a building connected to the tower. I would hear things being thrown around up the stairs from where I was sitting, nothing was ever out of place and of course, no one else was in the building. It got to the point where I just yelled "KNOCK IT OFF!" and it would stop.

The elevator in that building would go crazy at times. I would see them summed to other floors and come back down and open in front of me, but no one was in them. No one was on the floor it was summed to either. One guard got so freaked out by the elevators that he left his post and refused to return to it.

In another building on the same property, we would hear the toilets flushing and water running, like someone was washing their hands after wards, but no one was in the building. That ghost liked to play with my hair when I patrolled, if my hair was hanging in my face, it would push my hair back behind my ear.

When I worked there in collections, I came in an hour after everyone else. I went in and went to the elevators and the door would open up as soon as I walked up, but no one else was there and no one in the elevator. When I got on I saw my floor number was already pushed.

I stayed after everyone left one day, because I had to use the restroom and then couldn't find my car keys. I felt like I was being followed around while I searched the whole floor for my keys. I found my keys in the restroom an hour later, after I had searched the rest room already.

I have a resident ghost in my house. He let me know he was here as we were moving in. He was very very active for awhile, but has been very quiet lately. I know he is still around though.

[BrightEyedKitty]

When I worked there in collections, I came in an hour after everyone else. I went in and went to the elevators and the door would open up as soon as I walked up, but no one else was there and no one in the elevator. When I got on I saw my floor number was already pushed.

Awww...a nice, considerate ghost?

[Misanthropical]

I think they missed me.

[wagegoth]

A Few More Odd Happenings (Way Long)

These occurred before my last haunting stories. It was in a different building, a brand new building.

The new building was built on what was originally a very bad section (referred to as Whiskey Gulch) of a very bad town (once the murder capital of the state) here. (Toolbert, you might know where I mean.) Most people were happy to see it go. For some background, this means a high murder rate, high death rate from various addictions, and a general bad energy build up. Also, I found out later, two people died on the property during the construction, and one of the managers of the property died in our building the day before it was officially opened, while on a last walk-through.

Three office buildings were built, all of this planned during the tech bubble here in Silicon Valley. There was also supposed to be a hotel, but, once the bubble burst, that was postponed. (It's since been completed.)

We moved into a building, taking the entire six floors. First thing, everyone (and I mean everyone, secretaries, lawyers, everybody) kept saying how uncomfortable it was in the building. We talked about cleansing rituals (only half-joking) and feng shui. A co-worker's mother was from China, and had actually studied some feng shui, and told her all the things that were wrong about the building. So, we tried to write it off to that.

But weird stuff happened. Besides the general bad feeling, there were always doors slamming, even late at night. I preferred being upstairs, as far from the ground as possible, which meant avoiding the lunch room and reception. The parking was underground, and I was happy to hit the elevators (you had to have a badge to run the elevator and to enter the floors; the elevators opened into a secured area on each floor) and go straight to my floor.

While in the building, our law firm closed. This was a large, international, 75-year-old firm. It was a shock. (Bankruptcy claims and lawsuits still going on.) The few attorneys that remained, after going to work for another firm which kept one floor of the building temporarily, asked me to come work with them. They were a good group and I was happy to. The top floor was leased out to another firm, but the rest of the building was empty.

That's when things got weirder. I was always seeing shadows where there shouldn't be any. The unpleasant sensation continued, and cold spots developed. Items would disappear and reappear. We started having connectivity problems, which was very strange because it was a new building that was specially designed to handle computer systems, cell phones, PDAs, etc.

Since our group was so small, an office services person was contracted through an outside company. T was the first person in in the morning. He told me that the first day he came in, all three elevators appeared and opened as soon as he walked into the main lobby. Before he could get on, they all closed and rose to the top floor.

T also confirmed the slamming doors problem. As he would be alone for the first half hour or so, he could verify that he heard the doors from the elevator area slamming. These doors could only be opened from the elevator area with a badge. They were very heavy fire doors with large rod locks top and bottom.

Since we were down to one floor, our badges would only work in the garage, the main lobby and our floor. One day, coming in, I stepped out of the elevator onto the wrong floor. This should have been impossible. The elevator should only allowed me to get off on my floor. At first, I didn't realize I was on the wrong floor and my badge wouldn't let me out onto the floor. Then my cell phone calls wouldn't go through to my friend. This never happened. I finally reached her with the building phone. Thankfully, she figured out where I was, and I got back on the elevator (you couldn't get to the stairs without exiting the elevator area), totally freaked out, and got to my floor.

We were so happy to move out of that building. Then, of course, we moved into the building where the other ghost stories took place.

[Tria]

Awww...a nice, considerate ghost?

Maybe he was a Casanova in life.

[Kogarashi]

Not my story, but it's from my hometown, and I've never worked in a haunted locale myself.

The town where I grew up (and where my parents live) has a restaurant/tavern named the Bull's Head Inn, which is apparently a nice enough place to eat. The restaurant is in the front of the renovated colonial home/inn, and the bar is in the back. The ghost of a woman haunts the building, and she is apparently very anti-alcohol. There being a bar in there, you can probably imagine how this makes things...interesting. Her favorite pastime is apparently throwing bottles.

The school building where I went through fourth and fifth grade was also supposedly haunted, by the ghost of a boy who died there (and who the building was later named after). He supposedly slipped and hit his head in the bathroom and wasn't found until after he'd died. I don't really believe the place was haunted (never felt like it to me), but one of the teachers who worked in that building always had a Halloween sleepover for her class in the building, which included a midnight game of hide-n-seek. My sister was in that teacher's class and got to go to the sleepover. The scariest thing, she said, was when the PA system came on and made some noises despite the fact that the principal's office was locked tight. The library was also a good 10 or more degrees colder than the rest of the building, though there was no air conditioning. The building has since been closed (the classes that were there were moved to the newer buildings after the newest school building was completed in 1998), and is being renovated for use as a Head Start (I think).