The last office I had in Kentucky was in a restored historic building. It had been built about 100 years before as a nursing school, and residence hall, for a Catholic Hospital that was across the street at one time. On the basement level, there was the bricked over entrance to an underground tunnel that had connected the building to the hospital so that the ladies didn't have to cross the street unescorted from the residence to the hospital.
When I mentioned what building my office was in, I would sometimes get strange looks, and questions like, you have heard that it is haunted haven't you? Have you seen or felt anything unnerving? One person told me that he had abandoned an office in the building, after encounters that he couldn't explain. Legend had it that some of the nursing students had died in the building, some had terrible conflicts with the Nuns, some allegedly never left the building and were not always happy to be disturbed.
The job sometimes was intense, long days, helping people with major problems, occasional scrambles to help hundreds of people with crisis created by government changes in rules or policy. Those days would start at 8:00 AM and sometimes run until 7:00 at night.
I was in the middle of one of those challenging stretches. Still at my desk at about 6:30 one evening as the sun was setting. The first thing that I noticed was a bright, yellow light, it seemed to be coming down the hall, not from the offices with windows to the outside, but from the windowless inner lobby. Then the light, or energy moved steadily and disappeared out a window. The logical explanation is it was the setting sun reflecting off of a car or truck passing by, but the feeling was unnerving. I backed up my computer files, said that is enough, I need to remember not to work this late, locked up and went home.
I know it was unnerving, beyond that I will never know.
What is your ghost or almost ghost story?
Don't ever make angry a ghost nun...there the most wicked!!!! I have issues with my apartment when I moved it, but to long to go into. But it seemed to be the spirit of a mischievous child.ReplyDelete
And Happy Hallow's to you dear!!!!
The mischievous child, saw what you get up to and thought, "I can't do any better than that, I better try next door!"Delete
Aargh! So frustrating when I write a long comment and blogger eats it (twice). Third time's the charm: I won't tell you my own ghost story but I once woke in the middle of the night in our Georgetown apartment to find SG sitting upright in bed beside me with all the lights on and his eyes wide in terror. "Listen," he hissed. I did and then asked, "To what?" He said, "Footsteps with no weight!” I listened again, but all I heard was birdlike Miss Miller on the second floor tip-tapping around her bedroom in her little heels.ReplyDelete
As one of my clients once told me, "if you didn't drink the magic water, you'd hear it to."Delete
Happy Halloween to you too.ReplyDelete
no ghostly sightings here. but your encounter would have me shitting myself!ReplyDelete
Tends to have the opposite effect on me.Delete
oh that was a good story!ReplyDelete
Happy Hallowe'en !
Thank you, I thought you would enjoy that.Delete
Oooooooooo, thpooky! Happy Halloween! I have no ghost stories myself.ReplyDelete
Sooner or later, when you least expect it.Delete
That's a good one. I'm afraid I have way too many to tell. I grew up in a house that was haunted. The funny thing is, none of my family ever talked about it until we moved and at the dinner table one evening, my mother said "this house (the new place) is sure quiet". That started the ball rolling and the stories started pouring out. Each one of us, my two sisters and mom and dad had all had strange experiences that we had never spoken of before.ReplyDelete
People are often don't talking about the unexplainable.Delete
Glad you decided just to leave and come home. ❤️ReplyDelete