09-12-2012, 04:15 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.
I KNOW THE PIECES FIT, CAUSE I WATCHED THEM FALL AWAY, MILDEWED AND SMOLDERING.
FUNDAMENTAL DIFFERING, PURE INTENTION JUXTAPOSED WILL SET TWO LOVERS' SOULS IN MOTION.
DISINTEGRATING AS IT GOES, TESTING OUR COMMNICATION.
THE LIGHT THAT FUELED OUR FIRE THEN HAS BURNED A HOLE BETWEEN US SO WE CANNOT SEE TO REACH AN END...