posted on Aug, 16 2012 @ 01:51 AM
Greetings ATS. I have been a member for some time now and check the site almost daily, I thought it was finally time to tell my story. I promise what
you will read is true. I can offer no other comfort to this than my word. So get yourself a drink, sit back, and enjoy my very long tale.
If there is serious interest in hearing the EVPs I retained, I will find a way to make them public and try to post them sometime this weekend. But
please, let me know.
I didn't believe in ghosts until I turned twenty five years old. Prior, I was always a skeptic to claims of paranormal experiences. I believed
wholeheartedly that there was a logical explanation to people's delusions of spirits terrorizing their lives and keeping them up at night. Whether
the witnesses were truly delusional, fell victim to hype and mass hysteria, or their brains were putting an illogical spin to a logical event, I
didn't know. But I knew, without a doubt, ghosts could not exist. That narrow minded thinking came crashing down over the course of months, as I
delved deeply into the paranormal world.
Eight years ago I began working as a security officer for a medium sized hospital. The hospital had two buildings. One building was for medical
patients and the other was for psychiatric ones. When I was hired, I was told that I would be working at the medical building. This remained true for
my first two years. Then, after a brief absence pursuing a different career path, I came back and was immediately assigned to the night shift at the
psychiatric building. It was there that I met the woman that would change my life.
When I first started in the psychiatric building I realized very quickly that it was a different type of environment. We would go hands on with
violent patients at minimum two or three times in a twelve hour shift. During these altercations I would occasionally see the woman who later become
my friend, but it was always in passing.
One night, about a year after I started at the new building, she mistakenly locked herself outside. She called in a panic on an exterior phone and
requested for security to let her back in. When I arrived at the door a few minutes later she was in tears. It wasn't due to the dark or the danger
of being locked outside in a dangerous neighborhood. No, it was because a cockroach had flown into her hair and she couldn't get it out. Watching a
grown woman cry is difficult for me to do, so I offered to dig through her hair and find it. She enthusiastically agreed. After an extensive search of
her hair with no signs of life, she finally stopped crying. After thanking me several times too many, she went back to work.
A few weeks later I bumped into her during an episode with a violent patient. After the patient was safely locked down in leather restraints, she
asked that I come by the nurse's station on her floor so we could discuss something important. She seemed distraught, much like the night I searched
her hair, only without the tears. I agreed and met with her a few hours later when I became available. Quietly, she pulled me back into the nursing
station and asked if I would examine a picture on the computer for her. She said she had taken the picture in an abandoned part of the hospital and
there was something in it I should see. Not sure what to expect, I looked.
I recognized the area instantly as one of the areas we patrol. I saw nothing out of order and stated so. She zoomed in. It was then that I saw
something very, very peculiar. It was what appeared to me as a bald man, wearing a monk's robes, with his head pressed against his hands in prayer.
What was particularly odd about the man was that the lower section of his body was missing and you could see right through him.
Knowing a bit about photography at the time, I convinced myself that it was nothing more than digital manipulation. I thought to myself that she had
to be playing a prank on me and that I would have no part of it. I scolded her for taking the picture and told her if I caught her doing it I would be
forced to report her. I then left her at her desk and continued on my rounds.
I stewed over the prank for days. Why, of all people, would she show me? Because I had helped her? Was it her way of testing my gullibility or my
loyalty? But why was she so distraught? I knew that there had to be something more to this. She was a registered nurse. She had to be at least
somewhat intelligent. Why would she go through so much trouble of digital manipulation to fool someone with whom she was so thankful of having helped
her weeks earlier? Especially during an obvious time of personal crisis? It seemed odd. My curiosity was getting the better of me.
I sought her out the next night. When I came across her late in the evening, I pulled her aside and apologized for reacting so harshly. She contested
her innocence and said she could prove that the area in the picture was haunted. She said she would be going on break in a couple of hours and asked
me to escort her through the area. Knowing she couldn't possibly be right, I decided to accompany her and put an end to this charade. Maybe then, I
decided, I could get to the root of this.
We met a few hours later and we began exploring the area. It was the oldest section of the building, dating back to the late 1800s. Over the years
they had torn down most of the original building and placed a new one over parts of the foundation. We began to go from room to room with her calling
on the spirits she believed were there. Nothing happened. We spent a full twenty minutes in the area with no results. Both she and I became irritated.
She for not being able to summon spirits on demand and me for allowing the nonsense to continue for as long as it did.
As we were walking back to her floor I took her through a shortcut. It was a locked off area that very few people could access. I was talking to her
about her strong belief in spirits and how it could be signs of mental illness. She was upset, naturally, but remained civil. As we got about halfway
through my shortcut, I heard a noise in a room off of the main hall. We both stopped in our tracks. I approached the door and, finding it locked,
found the correct key on my keyring. I opened the door and entered while she stayed in the hall.
It was a small office area with three equal sized rooms attached. I searched every room and found nothing but old equipment and paperwork. Figuring
something must have just fallen over, I proceeded back through the main entryway. She smiled as I shrugged my shoulders. As we began to walk away I
heard the doorknob jiggle behind me. We both turned around and saw nothing. Her face lit up. Before she could open her mouth I turned around and
headed for her floor. Reluctantly, she followed. With her back in her area, I returned to the door alone.
I searched the rooms again, thinking someone might have been hidden that I just didn't see. This time I did a more thorough search. Satisfied at
having found nothing, I exited through the main door and once again locked it. I moved a few steps away and placed my flashlight beam on the doorknob.
It visibly moved side to side. It appeared as if someone was attempting to enter.
I knew that there was a rational explanation. I couldn't figure it out right then, but I knew there had to be an explanation. I put it out of my mind
for the night and finished the rest of my shift.