Since it’s almost Halloween, I thought I’d share a little ghost story with you.
I’m no “ghost whisperer” (thank goodness), though that is the name of one of my favorite TV shows. However, I’ve always been open-minded on the topic. After all, Einstein and other scientists proved that energy can’t be destroyed. When we die, our energy (our essence, spirit, life force, or whatever you want to call it) isn’t destroyed. It is released, and it seems plausible to me that it could remain structured in a way that is still us even without a physical container to carry it.
One night, I became forever convinced of the existence of ghosts. This is the story of that night and my brief encounter with something unexplainable.
Office buildings are odd places at night after all the workers go home. Machines make strange noises, especially between midnight (resetting for the next day) and 2am (about 8 hours since they were last used). Elevators open and close their doors unexpectedly. the heating, cooling, and even plumbing systems creak, groan, and bang as they contract and expand. An unexpected blast of cold or hot air from a system as it turns on can be a little surprising. Automatic ice makers make some of the oddest noises. Having worked the “graveyard shift” for several years in the past, and often working late into the night at clients’ site, I’m pretty used to such noises and activities. I’m mentioning that here so that you understand that I’m not a “nervous Nelly” when it comes to working alone, late at night, in a strange environment.
The first several times I encountered the spirit (for lack of a better term), I thought I had just caught a reflection of myself with my peripheral vision.
One night, I had another of those unexpected glimpses of movement from right to left past my window (that was the usual direction of the movement). I looked out into the main room, and caught a very brief, but intense sense (vision, image, ???) of a young woman, maybe in her early 20s, and dressed as a Native American.
Was I seeing things that weren’t there? Was she some odd daydream my subconscious brought forth? If so, why an Indian maiden? It all happened so fast, I couldn’t even be sure what I really saw.
Several weeks later, I was back at that client’s site. I didn’t see or hear anything other than the usual building noises.
The next time I was there, I caught another fleeting movement (again. right to left past the window that looks into the main room). I don’t know why, but I got the feeling that she looking for something, or maybe someone. It seemed that maybe these visits were just quick visits that she made in her searches. Were those feelings something I picked up from her spirit, or just my brain trying to apply some sort of reason or logic to this mystery?
The next time I talked with my contact at the client’s office, I mentioned in a joking manner that I thought the place might be haunted. I never expected the answer:
“Oh. You’ve seen her, too?”
“What!? Others have seen her? And you’re sure that it’s a her, too?”
She went on to tell me that I was at least the fourth person, including her, to have mentioned the female spirit. One got the impression that it was a spirit from long ago. Another mentioned that she thought it was a Native American, and my contact thought so, too. We all felt that she was searching for something or someone. My contact and another had seen the spirit a few times each. The other woman had only seen the spirit once. Everyone agreed that the spirit was friendly, or at least not unfriendly.
Over the next year, I caught a few more glimpses of he zipping past my window, and also got one more brief look at her in more detail. “Detail” is relative, because it happened so fast I could barely register what I saw. She was maybe a little younger than I had thought at first–17 or so. She had dark hair and a gentle face. I don’t remember her mouth, which is a little odd. shrug
The last time I saw her was a rare night when I caught two corner-of-the-eye glimpses of her. I felt her presence a little more strongly than usual, and for a little longer than usual, too. I put it out of my mind and went back to work. This fleeting Indian maiden spirit was as common to me by now as the elevator noises were.
A short time later, I was in the break room making some tea. I was at the sink, rinsing out a cup. Suddenly I felt a presence in the room with me, and at the same moment I clearly felt a human finger poke me, gently but firmly, on my back. As I jumped, yelping in surprise, about a foot into the air and dropped the cup into the sink, the feeling of another presence in the room vanished.
I looked around frantically to see who had touched me. Nobody was there. I searched the whole building and the parking lot, but found nobody. I could only conclude what I had thought from the beginning… it had to have been her spirit.
I did not see her again in the few months that I continued to work there. Then the client changed service providers, and I haven’t been back.
I wonder if she ever found what or for whom she was looking. What if it was me? Was the touch her way of saying goodbye, and if so, was it because she wasn’t coming back or because she knew I would be leaving soon myself?
That’s my ghost story. I never fully believed my eyes, but that human finger poke in my back inside an empty building convinced me 100%. Well, maybe 99%. I like to keep my options open.
Have you ever had encounters with spirits? Tell me about them in the comments. Thanks.