Let me start off with a little information about myself. I
grew up in a Christian household. My father became a
pastor when I was around 5 or 6 years old. I went to a
Christian school, and I am now a sunday school teacher at
my father's church.
The weirdest things I would experience
were not about ghosts, but I would frequently have dreams
that would come true. And sometimes they would happen more
than once after I dreamed them. It is quite similar to
deja vu.
I also have times where I just know something is
going to happen, but I have no way of knowing that it is
going to happen. The best example of that is when I was
much younger, I always had this thought in the back of my
head that my mother was going to leave my family. When I
was 13 my mother took me aside one saturday and told me
she was leaving my father. I was very upset, as most
anyone would be, but after the initial shock, I was fine
with it, because I had been conditioned to it by the years
of that voice telling me that it was going to happen. The
reason that is important is because that was my first
introduction to the Townline store.
My mother worked for this oil company that also had
convenience stores that they owned. She got a very small
apartment over the Townline store of this company. There
were two apartments over this store, and my mother got the
much smaller one because the bigger one was already
occupied by a lady.
My mother made me help her move in the
day she left my father. I was very close with my father,
and I didn't like that one bit. My mother lived in that
apartment for around 9 months. Every weekend, I would go
and spend with her. I never felt anything in that
apartment. After the 9 months my mother and sister moved
back in with my father and I in the new parsonage we had
just built.
About a year or two after that, my mother became the
manager of the Townline store. I will give you a quick
setup of the store downstairs. When you walk in the front
doors, you are immediately in the store. If you go behind
the register counter, there was a deli. From the deli, if
you turned left there is a room with the cooler on the
left side and a storage room on the right. From the deli
again, if you go straight, there is a bathroom on your
left and a closet on your right. If you continue straight,
you end up in a fairly large back room with an office all
the way in the back on the left. The back of the store had
once been an apartment for the original owners of the
store.
The store had originaly been a car garage, and then
turned into a convenience store. Okay, now that you know
the setup, I can explain some of the things that happened
there.
My mother would be in her office when she would hear
someone calling her name. She would go all the way out
front to the store part of the building and ask the people
on what they needed, and they would tell her that they
never called for her. She never got freaked out by this,
just thought of it as a friendly ghost.
After my mother had been promoted to supervisor, my older
sister became manager of Townline. In the first back room
across from the cooler, they had a tall silver freezer. On
top of this freezer, they had one of those really big
rolls of toilet paper that you see in public restrooms. It
had been on top of that freezer for a couple of months,
but one day she went into that room and the roll of toilet
paper came falling of the top of the freezer and landed
right behind where she had just stepped.
She would also be
in the deli working when she would see something like a
shadow going from the cooler to the back room, but when
she would look there would be nothing there.
Now my mother and sister told me about these things, but I
never truly believed them. I had never encountered
anything I would label as a "ghost". My philosophy was
that ghosts were really just demons or angels and I
couldn't see any reason a demon or angel would do the sort
of things that they told me were going on.
Well, when I was 19, my fiancee and I were looking for a
place to live. We wanted to rent a house and we were going
to live with my sister so that we could split the rent.
Any time we found a house that looked promising, it would
already be rented. The large apartment had been empty for
a couple of years by now, because the company was using
the large living room as a conference room and the large
bedroom was being used by my mother as an office. At about
the same time we were looking for a place to live, my
company decided to rent that apartment again, because they
had a brand new office building and didn't need to use it
anymore. I didn't want to move in there, but my sister
persuaded us to because the rent was really good and I
could transfer to that store to work. We moved in right
before July in 2000. My now husband and I had just gotten
married and we were happy to have a place to go to.
I started working at Townline immediately, and I
immediately felt something wasn't right in there. When I
would be working in the deli, I would see a shadow go from
the cooler to the back room, or I would see someone
watching me out of the corner of my eye, but when I looked
no one would be there. This happened several times a day
every day. Needless to say, I started to believe what my
family had told me about this place.
The thing that
happened to really make me a believer, happened over two
days.
My manager and I had been putting an order away in
the back room across from the cooler. There is a tall
shelf in that room and we had put up some 5 lb boxes of
mixes up there standing up. One didn't fit, so we laid it
on its side on top of the others and pushed it all the way
back. It was a good 4 inches away from the edge. Later
that day, I went into that room to get some bread and the
box that we had laid down came falling down and landed
right where I had just been. (I was walking so it landed
right behind me) Well, that really freaked me out, because
I knew that I had put it up there. I would not go back in
there for the rest of the day.
The next day, I had 3
cheeseburgers all wrapped up and sitting on the top of the
pizza oven. They were not stacked on top of each other but
all laying flat. I was about 2 feet away from the oven,
leaning over the deli table talking to my manager for
about five minutes when she said in a startled voice for
me to watch out. One of the cheeseburgers had gone airborne
and hit me. It didn't hurt of course, but it freaked me
out.
I later became manager of this store and I would be
in my office doing paperwork, when on several occasions I
would see a shadow go past my office door. Now this is
impossible for anyone to walk past my office door because
the door opens into my office on the wall to outside. No
one can walk by it.
One day I had my door closed and
locked, when I heard the handle rattle like someone was
trying to get in. I got up and opened the door and no one
was there. I looked in the room and there was nobody. I
closed the door and it happened again, but this time with
more urgency. I got up again and opened the door, but
there was no one there. This time I left the door open.
I have some employees who claim that the ghost has knocked
all the boxes of the shelves in the back room while they
were out front. I have also been told that the last cooler
door in the store will open all on its own sometimes.
These have always happened on the overnights. (We are open
24 hours a day) We have taken out the deli and moved our
register counter back, but I don't experience the shadow
or the figure watching me as much. Maybe they are glad
that we got rid of the deli.
Now, let me tell you about my apartment. When you walk in
the door, immediately to your right is a kitchen. On your
left is a long room that we use as a dining room/ living
room. Off the living room on the right is the
bathroom,that when you walk into, on your right is the
bathtub, on the left is pushed back some and on the left
further down is a closet, on the right a sink and then the
toilet. At the end of the long room is a 2 foot hallway
with a closet at the end. There are 2 bedrooms whose doors
are directly across from each other. The one on the left
is exactly half the size as the one on the right. My
sister had the smaller of the two. In the larger bedroom,
there are 2 closets and an air conditioner.
I had never felt comfortable enough to go to sleep in my
bedroom alone, but I never really knew why. Once inside
that room, my husband and I could not here anything from
the rest of the apartment or outside. It was on the
backside of the store away from road. One morning, I woke
up and my husband was still asleep. I kept laying in bed
so as not to wake him up. It was then that I heard three
knocks directly over my head. I thought that maybe I had
imagined them, but then they happened again. I woke my
husband up, but then it stopped, so he didn't believe me.
About a month after that, we were laying in bed talking,
when we heard knocking coming from over our heads. (Our
bed was positioned so that our heads were at the wall that
connected with the bathroom. My head in particular was by
the place right before the closet in the bathroom.) Well,
we thought we were the only ones in the apartment, but
thought that maybe my sister had come home. When it
happened again, he got up and went out to see if maybe she
was knocking on the front door. There was nobody else in
the apartment. I started to get a little uneasy.
The bathroom also made me uneasy. Any time I took a bath,
I would have this feeling come over me of great sadness,
and that someone was watching me. I also had the sense of
death. If I took a shower, I only had the feeling of being
watched. My sister just told me a couple of days ago, that
she to, felt uneasy taking showers in our apartment.
Well, back to our bedroom. It was always hot so we kept
the air conditioner (the only one was in our bedroom) on
all the time. It worked great. My sister moved out the end
of January 2001. The same time she moved out, I started
getting long red lines on my left leg right above the
knee. The skin wasn't broken, they didn't hurt, and
usually faded in a week. I always got them in the same
place and I just assumed that it was my husband doing it
somehow in his sleep. Well, in March, my brother-in-law
spent the night with us one time. He stayed in our room
with us because we had a futon couch on the other side. In
the morning, my husband went downstairs to work. I was
supposed to go down with him, but I was very sick so I
stayed in bed asleep. (Quick note: It usually takes A LOT
to wake me up when I am sleeping normally, even more when
I am sick.) Well, for some reason, my brother-in-law (who
was only 15 but already bigger than me) raped me in that
room. We turned him into the police, and all that. My
husband's family wouldn't talk to us for the longest time
because they thought I should have kept quiet about it.
Well, my husband and I didn't sleep another night in that
room, because of what happened to me. We moved into the
smaller room. I was completely comfortable in there. No
uneasiness. The red lines on my leg disappeared and never
returned!
Two years later, I was thinking about that and I
think that something in that room knew what was going to
happen to me and was trying to scare me into the other
bedroom, because my brother-in-law would not have been
able to sleep in the same room if we were in the smaller
one.
Once we moved out of that bedroom, the air conditioner
could not be used because it kept blowing the fuse. We
found this odd, because more outlets were being used when
we were in that room than now, but we still can't use it.
Also, when my mother had her office in our bedroom, she
never encountered anything odd. Her and my sister spent
the night in our room one night while we were gone, and
they complained that they could hear the traffic all night
which was really odd, because my husband and I couldn't
hear anything while we were in there. We couldn't even
hear the TV in the next room, but they could hear the
traffic from across the entire apartment!
The other rooms in my apartment I am fine in. I have not
encountered anything else wierd up there since we moved
out of that bedroom. The only things that did happen can
be explained away rationally.
Thank you for taking time to read about my haunted work
place and home.
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