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I love ghost stories.... Before the company i work for relocated,we were located in a part of a HUGE plant. International Harvester began tractor production at this plant in 1926 to 1984, when IH stopped tractor production at that plant.After the plant closing,sections of this building were leased to 'smaller' companies.I worked in that building from 2000 til 2007 when it was finally torn down. I did alot of exploring of the delapidated/unleaseable parts of that building in those years.One day i went up a set of old cast iron spiral stairs and came into a room with two walk-in safes on both ends of it.I had been up there before and it was obvious that at one point someone else had been up there too.Apparently someone had thought that one of those safes might still have something of value in it and had sledgehammered through the triple thick brick walls of one of the safes.I'm sure that whoevers brilliant plan this was,saw exactly what i did when i looked through the hole in the wall,a room lined with shelves that were completely empty.I walked through the 'safe' room and into an through a small office area and into a long dark corridor with light at the end of it.When i reached the end of the hallway,i ended up in a giant lockerroom,with rows of lockers on the right side.I could see a light about 150 feet down the aisle i was in on the left and knew that was another staircase.I started heading toward the staircase at the end of this lockerroom and was within 20 ft of the door when i heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I froze and listened to footsteps coming up the stairs and into a 10ft entryway before the doorway into the room.At this point,i'm thinking,great i'm going to get busted by someone in an area i'm really not supposed to be in.I stood there waiting for that someone to come through the doorway,but the sound stopped a few feet shy of the doors.I just stood there listening,waiting for something to happen for a couple minutes.No more noise,no one coming through the dooway,i started slowly backpedaling the way i had came,keeping my eyes on the doorway until i got to the long dark corridor and then i started hightailing it down the hallway into an through the 'safe' room and down the spiral stairs.When i reached the bottom,the first floor i was technically in an area that it was alright to be seen in.100 yards or so down the first story aisle i could see the other set of stairs.These were normal double wide staircase steps that the employees used to use.I decided to walk down to that staircase,half expecting someone i knew to be down there.When i reached the staircase ,i discovered that access to the bottom of the staircase was blocked by stacked boxes of junk.I climbed over some boxes and over the stair railing onto the steps.In the dust on the stairs i could see a single set of footprints going up the steps.I saw no one at the top,so i started up,following the tracks which ended about halfway into the 10ft entryway,just as i had heard it when i was in the lockerroom.Do ghosts leave footprints? I dont know,but i decided to the heck out of there,real quick.
That experience cured me of exploring that particular lockerroom but not other parts of the building.It was a neat place full of history.Anyway,that is one of my longwinded,poorly structured,hard to read,wandering,etc "supernatural moments"
I don't believe in the "supernatural" - only unexplained phenomena.
However... in the mid 90s I lived in an old art deco two bedroom apartment. The second bedroom was completely empty - no bed, nothing. The door was kept closed and there was never any reason to go in there.
I sometimes found the light switched on in that bedroom. I'd lock up at night - the whole apartment pitch black, but in the morning I'd see light shining from under the spare bedroom's door. The light switch was physically flipped too - this wasn't some short circuit. This happened about eight times over two years.
Weird.
In the late 80s I regularly found myself on late shift, being the last person in an 1880s-built operating theatre suite in a children's hospital. Last person out had to turn off the lights - the switches being at the far end of the suite, so you'd have to walk in the dark back through the theatres.
I used to flip those switches and run out of there. I don't believe in ghosts but, man, operating theatres are spooky when you're alone in the dark. Particularly when kids had died that day.
Back in the Late 70's my next door and I were playing in his apartment his parents had gone out and since we lived right next door to we stayed in his house while his two sisters were next door with my sister and my parents.
He had a long hall way so we were playing with his Evel Knievel stunt set. we were seeing how long he could ride down the hallway....we were trying to get the bike to go all the way to the door to his room which was at the end. after a few tries it finally hit his door which jarred the door open and then we both saw an apparition of a human head look out from the door....it was transparent and it looked at us and then went back into the room......we both turned absolutely pale white and had goose bumps. We ran out of the house into my parents house screaming.
My Mom and Dad went over my Dad with Bat in Hand thinking that someone was in the Apartment but when they went to check no one was there. we lived on the 8th floor and there was no back door to the apartment. My Dad thought we were joking at first but when I swore to him that I was telling the truth he believed me.
We were both shaken my friend refused to sleep in his room and from what I knew over the years strange things happened there...while we never once had any incidents in our apartment. To this day I have never forgotten what I saw nor has he and we both agreed that we did see a Ghost
man thats kinda spooky, nothing like that to me.A friend at work lives in an old funeral home. I know he's said at different times their shoes they leave at the door are faceing out like your leaving.When he remembers them facing into the house .Think about it you walk into the front door and kick off your shoes, which way would they be facing ? Into the house.
Now thats WEIRD!
Last year when I had my big heart attack throughout the whole ordeal I kept smelling Vitalis (old time mens hair tonic) ... I smelled it at home and in the hospital.
My brother used to always use Vitalis and he died in 1998.
Since then (and even before then) I never knew anybody that used that crap (besides my brother)
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