a reply to: RadioRobert
OK. To set the scene.
I used to work in the Alaskan commercial fishing industry. The first place I worked, and did in subsequent seasons was an old cod oil factory, where
back in the day, they made cod liver oil. Yumm!!! Not.
Anyway, it went through various incarnations as a cod liver oil plant, a crab cooking/processing plant, then lastly, and still to this day, a regular
fish processing plant.
The tale I'm about to relate dates to the latter, and when I worked there. This was in the late 80's through the year 2000.
Working in this industry is tougher than it looks at first glance. Most of the work is done in less than savory conditions. Freezing cold water,
salt water--try it sometime...not a great deal of fun--as it takes more cold to freeze salt water than it does fresh...
You are always cold. Always tired, a short day is usually 12-14 hours, more often closer to 18-20--then you've got to attempt to take care of
yourself in the few hours you have off...you live cheek by jowl with, shall we say, sometimes less than savory characters...either from a personality
aspect or hygiene aspect, sometimes both. Let's just say it takes a certain mindset not to go absolutely ape# all over people sometimes.
Add to that, many of them are kids. Never been away from home, ever. I was one of those--I was 22 my first season--kids, it's an adjustment.
Fortunately, I made friends with some people who'd been there done that, and were willing to share. Most of it good, some less so (but that's a whole
). Not all of 'em survive the experience.
You've not lived until you walk into a shower area and find someone who has just
finished hanging themselves, or into a room where you heard a
gunshot...and they're 18 year old kids.
Well, I'd gotten into the habit of wintering over during the off season...it's an easy way to make some money, if you don't mind being alone much of
the time. I don't mind it at all.
This is where the story starts...
One night I'm in takin' care of business, showering, shaving, etc... I have the entirety of the 80 room bunkhouse to myself. It's quiet, somewhat
peaceful, and in this, and a couple other instances, down right spooky...
I'm bent over the sink, and I notice movement in the mirror from behind...just a glimpse through the water and steam covering the mirror. Odd, I turn
around, and no ones there. OK, not a big deal. Back to business, and I catch it, again, this time I move quicker to turn 'round. Kinda wish I
hadn't...on the wall of the hallway is a shadow of a man. But there's no one there casting the shadow... Well. Huh. I'd had other strange
experiences, but they'd all occurred down in the plant itself. The shadow was a human shape, and the head was tilted at an angle, an angle that you
might expect a person who'd hung themselves to have...
I was, as one might expect, somewhat taken aback. Yeah. Actually, I just about # myself. But it made no hostile moves, it just stood there a moment
or three, then just faded away. About a week later, I see him again. This time I was better prepared, if I can be so kind, for it. I'd figured out
what was goin' on, or so I surmised, and I told it I was sorry for it's pain. You see I'd known the kid, not well, as I was, at that time, in
management, and wasn't often on the production floor where he'd worked.
I never saw him/it, after that.
My family, and I, seem to attract ghosties and ghoulies--and Sasquatch, 3 generations of Sasquatch encounters and counting.
edit on 10/26/2018
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