Daddysredhead
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Joined: 11/6/2005 From: Northern (yet still part of the South) Virginia Status: offline
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*snuggles my cavebabe* You sound like the part-timers who work at our office. The building our law firm is in is about 170 years old and there are LOTS of weird sounds at times. Once, there was only one other gal there with me, we heard a huge crash upstairs, and we both thought the P/T's had come in, but they hadn't. Just to make sure no one had gotten in without us noticing, I went upstairs and looked all over. Nothing was toppled, no one was there, no windows were open, nothing. I came downstairs and the other gal looked terrified and asked me if there was anyone up there. I shrugged my shoulders and said, "No one that I saw. But, our building is almost 200 years old, near a Civil War site, so it's probably just a ghost." She said, "As long as it's a good ghost, I'm ok, but it better know its place because I'm not taking any shit from the dark side." I told her, "Be careful, if it's a grey (Confederate) ghost, he won't like that a Yankee from Rhode Island is smack-talking him." She smirked and said, "Bring it on." Right about then, she sliced her finger wide open with a file prong. It bled all over the desk. I grabbed paper towels, Neosporin, gauze pads, bandaids, and helped get it under control. She looked absolutely startled. I stared at her and said, "I told you, be nice to him. He knows I'm local, Southern, and proud. He'll be good to me. You, on the other hand, need to watch it." After that, she comes in, greets him and me every morning, and most of the noises have stopped in her area. I call him "George" and I baby him quite a lot when I speak to him. The part-time staff are scared shitless and I just love it. *begins thinking that makes me a sadist*
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