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 stare at the girl in the mirror: T-shirt, torn up jeans, no beauty queen.
But the way that you see me, you get underneath me, and all my defenses just fall away, fall away.
I am beautiful with you, even in the darkest part of me. I am beautiful with you;
Make it feel the way it's supposed to be!
You're here with me: Just show me this and I'll believe I am beautiful with you!