That's not unlike an experience l had when working on a game farm.John Milford wrote: ↑Sat Apr 13, 2024 3:17 pm I saw a ghost once. Here's what happened, so make of it what you will.
I once worked on the second floor of a four storey office block. The open plan office suites were arranged on two sides, connected by short corridors with a stairwell and two lifts.The office photocopier stood just outside the door in the corridor/stairwell to the office I worked in.
Around 11 o'clock one morning, I opened the door to take a copy of a document - and a short, balding, late middle-aged man, wearing a grey suit took the last few steps up the stairway in front of me and walked towards the copier.
"After you" I said to him, cheerily, as I glanced down for a second at the paper in my hand.
When I looked back up - he was gone!
There was no possibility that he could have gone into the lift, back down the stairs, or across to the offices opposite in that one second. I would have seen him do it! But he was no longer there.
I shrugged, took my copy, and went back to my desk with a growing sense of puzzlement - in fact I was so distracted that my colleague June who sat opposite asked me if I was OK. I told her what had just happened.
Much to my surprise, she simply said "Phone Dave in the Post Room".
When Dave answered, I wasn't quite sure what to say, but he cut me off after only a few stumbling words.
"You've seen him, haven't you!".
". . . .Who?" I replied.
"The little man in the grey suit" Dave said. "He wanders the building day and night. He used to work in the basement metallurgy lab. Everyone left him still working one Friday night - and when they got to work the following Monday he was still sitting at his bench - stone dead".
He'd died fifteen years previously!
The boss was out for the morning so l didn't see anyone when l turned up for work and just got on with feeding and watering the poults. After a while an elderly chap ,typical old Sussex boy called Jeff Parsons came sauntering down the aisle of the rearing shed. I knew him as one of our regular customers and after exchanging pleasantries l told him the boss was out but that his wife was up at the house. "Thanks boy " he said and poddled off.
At elevensies the boss's wife brought me tea and biscuits and l asked if Jeff had found her.
She looked blank so l told her that he'd popped in and l'd sent him up to the house.
" l don't think so ," she said. " l've just had a call to say he died last night".
Just like John's experience it was all very matter of fact and normal,. l just shrugged and drank my tea and it was never mentioned again.