I had a rather couple of bizarre events happen about three
months ago in the building where I used to work. I still
work for the same company, but we've been moved to a
renovated garage. At the time, I worked in an old
firehouse--built in the 1800's. My desk was in what used
to be the main bay.
I had a co-worker who was always saying someone was
stroking her hair, which was strange because I sat right
behind her (we were all sitting back to back in a row) and
no one was ever there when she would say this, nor would I
ever notice anything at the time. She kept saying there
were ghosts in the building, but I never had any
experiences until after she left.
One day, I came in and was really depressed. And I mean
DEPRESSED, as if I'd never feel happy ever again.
Eventually, I got tired of sitting in my cube feeling all
stifled up so I got up to go to the bathroom. It's always
freezing in there, but I took off my sweater before I
went. I was wearing a top and pants that had no pockets,
which is important. I walked into the handicapped stall
(there were only two, a really tiny regular stall and a
huge handicapped stall.) As I clicked the lock on the
door, I heard a sound like change falling on the floor. I
assumed someone had entered the bathroom behind me and
carried on with my business. As I turned to leave, I saw
two pennies on the floor, one heads up and one tails,
right where my feet had been when I heard the change drop.
I had no pockets, nor did I have any cash (I don't carry
cash--I prefer to use my debit card.) I picked up the
pennies and went back to my desk, and my mood lightened up
immediately. I told my friends at work and several said
that finding change like that meant someone who knew you
was trying to reach you from the other side. Perhaps it
was one of my grandparents, trying to cheer me up?
The second event happened when I was standing between two
co-workers in the aisle the next day. We were talking and
I felt someone come up behind me and bump me on the rear,
as if to prod me out of their way. I assumed it was a
certain co-worker, because I could tell it was a male by
the feel of the hand (I could feel knuckles and the part
of the finger between the knuckle and the first joint--
almost as if they were knocking on me) and because he was
the only person who ever felt comfortable enough to
actually touch me, but when I turned around, there was no
one there. There was no time for anyone to have bumped me
and run, and the co-workers I was talking to hadn't seen
anyone behind me.
I don't know if they were ghosts or what, but I felt much
better when my desk moved out of that building--at least
the bathroom is much warmer over here!