The 7th Floor Ghost

I have worked security at a major hotel near the airport for 15 years now, and when I first got here I was told to watch out for a ghost on the 7th floor. I was told he likes to make his presence known at random times. Some of the older employees say it's one of the engineers (maintenance workers) who loved his job so much that he likes to hang around. At first I thought they were trying to scare the noob, because I didn't see, hear, or feel anything for months after I started. I did eventually run across him a couple times, and both times I was working graveyard shift.

I started out on grave shift, and worked it for a good couple of years. You can say it was where we all started as a proving ground for all noobs. Of course since we are security, we have to do rounds to make sure everything is safe, people are not murdering each other and of course the lewd acts that randomly happen at hotels. You hear and see all kinds of things while working on grave. Almost all of it can be explained though. The sights, the sounds, the interactions, and sometimes the smells can be... Overwhelming sometimes. There's also the fact that sometimes, no matter how nice the hotel, someone dies. I've had it happen on my shift 2 times that I can count. It's happened a couple times to the other guys I work with too. But that is just part of the job.

When walking the hallways you notice things like doors that creak when you walk by. Especially me since I'm 6'4" 200 lbs. One night a few months after I started though, I think the ghost made it's presence known to me. I was doing a patrol on the 7th floor, when I was walking by one of the vending machine rooms. They are small rooms that have a soda machine, and an ice machine. After a few months you start getting used to the sound of the ice machines kicking in and people getting the drinks out of the machines, stuff like that. This night, as I was walking toward the vending machine room, I heard someone popping quarters into the machine. As I got closer I heard the soda drop down. Being that it's also one of my jobs to greet guests every time I see them I come around the entryway expecting to greet the guest on my way by. There was no-one there. These rooms are not big enough for someone to hide in, and there is no room for someone to squeeze beside the machines. I kept an eye on my back the rest of the night though. It felt like someone was following me. But only when I was on the 7th floor.

The second time I think I encountered him, it was during renovation a few months ago. The hotel was going through a few month long renovation, and the 7th floor was already complete at the time. The Atrium of the hotel wasn't finished yet so all of the elevator balcony doors were closed to keep the noise level down. The relevance of this is, I was sent up to the floor to help someone get into their room. One of my co-workers, a Vietnamese gentleman was just on his way out, and clocking as I headed up. We passed each other, and said our 'see ya laters,' and I headed up the elevators to help the guests. When I got out on the 7th floor though, I heard, in the exact accent, right down to his slight lisp "Jason!" in a loud whisper come from my right. It sounded like it was a few feet away, but the doors to the balcony were closed. The weird thing is, I also heard guests down the hallway to my left, and none of them had an accent even close to Vietnamese, or a lisp. I checked the doors real quick, no-one was on the balcony, and quickly went to help the guest.

Jeez. I didn't think I'd even have enough in these accounts to make the minimum to post. Thanks for reading.