I am a natural skeptic, don't trust much of what I read or hear but all that changed for me in the summer of 1998. My ghost experiences all began at my work place.
The Biotech firm I work for, whom I shall keep nameless as I do not have their permission to use their name, moved. It was the hotest August on record with temperatures reaching 113 degrees in this blazing hot new location. We had been in Alameda prior to our move, a nice cool location near the San Francisco Bay but now, yikes, it was HOT. So, when one of my team leaders asked me to step into the walk in refrigerator units which range in temperature between 2 to 8 degrees Celcius, about 46 degrees Farenheit, a nice brisk place which was very welcome...ah. I lingered in there a bit looking for a certain packaging on a box. I had to move tall shelving and get in between in order to locate. As I was in there, reaching up to a tall shelf I get this rapid, three stroked tapping on my left shoulder. We had a jokester guy who we worked with and I thought that he must have snuck up behind me using a back entrance. As I look around to give him a "that wasn't funny" look... I realized that I was alone. Not only that but there was no back entrance, only the very obvious front entrance that I would have heard open and shut.
Being the skeptic I am I shook it off, told myself that it was my sleeve on my jacket that did it but I couldn't shake it. I knew that I felt something.
Being a secretary I had daily contact with our security guard who also delivered mail. One day I asked this guard if she worked at nights and weekends, sure, she often did. Well did she ever have anything "strange" happen? Oh, the floodgates opened. She stood there recounting many, many stories of voices, footsteps, moaning, doors slamming, computers going on, and general feelings of unease. She knew that she hadn't imagined those things but until now hadn't told anyone else.
I decided to start keeping records of all the goings on at our 400 person campus. As I hear the stories I write them all down. A spunky office worker nick-named the ghost (s) Casper... After the comic book entity. Hence I am the Casper story keeper.
I have kept these stories for 14 years now and some have really surprised me. I will gradually post them all, why should only those who work here know them?
Keep watching, more will follow.
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