09-12-2012, 05:15 PM
The building I work in is over a hundred years old, and has plenty of stories to tell. Mind, most are vague hand-me-downs, but the tenth floor is so legendarily spooky and haunted that my da.mn boss took a camera up there one day to see what he could find.
He still doesn't talk about it.
My own experiences have been slim so far; when I worked in the book store, early in the day before the main lights were on, I'd see a woman flipping through books; but when I'd go toward her, she'd walk around a book shelf and disappear.
The other one is a bit more weird; it was around 8 on Saturday and I'd come in early to make donuts. Yes, 8 is early for our Saturday people. Anyway, I was grabbing more toppings when I noticed someone standing by the oven. I thought maybe it was Toni, but when I called out, her voice - Toni's voice - was far away, in the actual front of the bakery. When I came back from around the shelving, the woman was gone. She was tall, black hair, ebony skin, wore the Macy's type of uniform: Black clothes, shoes, leggings, the works. I didn't see her face though, but it still weirded me out.
High dive into frozen waves where the past comes back to life. Fight fear for the selfish pain;
It was worth it every time. Hold still right before we crash 'cause we both know how this ends.
A clock ticks 'til it breaks your glass and I drown in you again,
'Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need. Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don't know why!
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy? If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?