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Ain't this some mess! I was live on air the other day and these cats tell me "Oh, you know there are ghosts in here" all nonchalantly as if I am NOT going to freak out. At first, I ignored them because, well, I often ignore the boys, but then they started telling me stories about how Atu sees shadows flying by and Cyrus swears he sees strange shadows on the overnight shift. Then Tariq tells me he's see weird stuff too and that Marietta downstairs has stories to tell me and I should talk to her. Before I could, Andrea calls and tells me that a hundred years ago, the building was built on top of a graveyard and then it became a funeral home. Now, I already knew about the funeral home (Marietta's office was the embalming room), but graveyard!?! I don't know if that's true or not, but whatever...
By now, you all know how much I love Halloween. I love it, I love it, I love it! But... I don't mess with real stuff. You can take me to a haunted house, on a haunted hayride, a corn maze, all that... but real ghosts??? I remember when I was in Louisville there was this old psych hospital that was supposedly haunted. It was even featured on several TV shows and specials. I had some co-workers who were talking about going and thought that I would be down because I love Halloween. Hell NO!
I grew up believing that there was no such thing as ghosts. I would like to still believe that, but I have had some freaky things happen. Ok -- just one freaky thing.
This one time, while I was living in Geneva, my girl Stacey and I decided we would hit it up to Syracuse to go to the clubs up there. We ended up staying the night in town instead of coming back and went to a hotel downtown. When we got there, the guy behind the desk told us that all the rooms were taken because there was a football game that weekend. I begged the guy to give us a room so that we wouldn't have to drive all the way back. He said that all he had available was the very top floor and that was being renovated. There was just one room ready. We said we would take it and when we got up there it was great! It wasn't a room: It was a suite! It had everything... but a second bed, so we had to share.
In the middle of the night, the TV all of a sudden turned on. I grumbled to Stacey to turn off the TV. She grumbled back that she didn't turn it on. I blamed her, thinking that she rolled over on the remote or something and she said she didn't. I got up and turned the TV off and went back to bed. About 20 minutes later, the TV turned on again. Again, I grumbled to Stacey to turn it off and she grumbled back that she didn't turn it on. I accused her of rolling over on the remote and once again she said that she didn't. I got up and turned it off again. This happened three more times!!! Five total for the night.
When we got up the next morning, I was like, "Stacey! WTF! Why did you keep turning on the TV? You were totally rolling on the remote. It wasn't me. I checked." Then she got mad and was like, "Look! It's not here."
I went to the TV and... right next to it: THE REMOTE! It had been there all night. Not wanting to jump to conclusions, and not really suspecting anything supernatural of course, I checked to see if the TV was on some sort of timer. The TV didn't even have a timer feature! It was weird. Still... I just knew there had to be a logical explanation. A power surge? Touchy button? It could have been anything.
Stacey and I, still in our kickin' clothes from the night before, checked out and tore up the free breakfast downstairs. We were sort of embarrassed because we were dressed for the night before and everyone else was in Orange for the football game, but hunger and hangovers trump embarrassment any day, so we pulled up a seat and started grubbin'.
We were talking about the weird TV thing when a waitress passed by and overheard. She asked what room we were in and, not stopping our flow with the food, we told her it was the top floor. You should have seen her face! She asked us again about the TV and we told her. And then she said, "Everyone always told me it was haunted, but I wasn't sure until now."
I looked at her like she had grown a third eye. Haunted? You have GOT to be kidding! But she said that a few years before a woman had committed suicide by jumping out of the window on that floor (I can't remember if it was our room or not) and that guests and people who worked there have claimed that it was haunted ever since... weird things happening all the time. Still the cynic, I scrutinized her face for any hint of trickery but there was none: she was dead serious (no pun intended).
The logical side of my brain still doesn't want to believe in ghosts, but all signs are starting to point to YES.
Anyway, back to DKX... Marietta told me later that the calculator in her office used to just start going by itself right in front of her eyes, keys pressing and going nuts! She said she had some other stories for me, but I told her I had to go. I don't want to hear them until I am ready. I don't even know if I WANT to hear all the stories. I still have to work in this building! EVERY DAY! AND WHEN I GET THERE, IT'S STILL DARK OUT!
Ghosts or no ghosts, I am playing it safe and only saying nice things about them. Imagine if they found out I was talking behind their backs?????
