The building I work in is a boring, utilitarian one-story building located on a highway as you turn to leave our town. The neighborhood it is located in was once residential, with homes built in the late 19th-early 20th centuries. Most are long gone.
The building, about 50 years old, just feels funny to me. I don't feel like anyone is watching me. Let me say that up front. But it just feels weird.
It may be important to note that on one side of us is the site of a tragic house fire that took the life of an older woman and on the other side is a funeral home.
The business I manage is a service-business. People use the reception area to deal with the front office and customer service staff. My office is in the back, near the back door. It's fairly quiet during the day. I often come in on weekends to get paperwork done.
When I do, I often hear typewriters in the front office. Like everyone else, we use computers, and you can barely hear the keyboards. When I leave my office to check the front, nothing is there. Certainly no typewriters!
One weekend I was working and I heard voices in the conference room, which is on the other side of the building from my office. They were low murmurs; they voices were so faint I could not understand them, standing in the front office. They subsided and then disappeared as I approached the conference room. I took photos (I won't post them because there are signs in the photos that identify the business) and there was nothing there, but I shared them with a sensitive friend who says she "felt something" there.
One Friday night I had to return after dark to handle an essential task. I was alone in the back of the building in my office. I couldn't wait to get out! I kept hearing odd noises: Creaks, taps, etc., in the front part of the building. What doesn't bother me during the day is scarier at night.
Most recently, I was alone in the front reception area when I heard noises in the workroom next to my office. It sounded like paper being crumpled. It was not the fax; I have no idea what it was. I thought perhaps it was mice, but the traps we set yielded no dead mice.
A few weeks ago, my husband came to work with me to help install a carbon monoxide detector. He brought his electric drill. While I was in my office, I heard the drill going. When I went out into the front office, he had not even plugged it in yet. Not a paranormal experience, but somehow my ears anticipated the sound I would hear when he finally got to work.
There are many many plausible explanations for the noises I hear (except the crumpled paper - I cannot figure that one out). But it just feels odd.
It's not half as scary as the old funeral home I worked in while in college. I worked for a business that was located in the former hearse garage. It was a small shop, with just two rooms. To get to the bathroom, you had to enter the employee lounge of an insurance company and walk down an L-shaped corridor. To be there alone on weekends, which I was since I did the books, and have to use the bathrooms was the scariest thing I've ever had to do.
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