The ghost in you

If you know me at all you know how much I like ghost stories. Something about people hanging on to this life is a little intriguing and not to mention spooky sometimes. When my sisters tell me a story they always try to add in something about ghosts. It goes a little something like this:

Camilla: Hey, Anna, do you wanna hear a story?

Anna: Sure, is it a scary one?

Camilla: Yeah! My friend/ex-roommate from SVC is having another baby and. . . [she then proceeds to tell me some random story about her friend/ex-roommate that has nothing to do with ghosts whatsoever] . . . And then there was a ghost.

Anna: Pretends to be scared That was a pretty scary story, I'm glad to see that your friends are having fifty million babies.

Or something like that. It always ends in "and then there was a ghost." It's great. I love my sisters.

Sometimes, though, these ghosts are a little closer than I would like to think. When I used to work at the Old Navy on 1st South and Main Street in downtown Salt Lake we all knew the building was haunted. It was a girl, and I always wondered what happened there to make her stick around. She was harmless, but still left a creepy presence.

I'm beginning to think that our office space here at the LLS is haunted too. Maybe it's the whole building. Things are just now adding up.

Incident one: I ordered cycling jerseys for our Tahoe team. When they arrived I checked to make sure we had them all and then set them aside. When it was time to make the event kits, John Drury's jersey was no where to be found. I remember distinctly seeing his because I was commenting on how cool it was because it said "coach" down the side. How could it have just disappeared like that? We thought that maybe someone stole it. Walked away with it on accident. It's still a mystery.

Incident two: Today Kelley had a reimbursement form with some receipts attached to mail to Marvin sitting on her desk. It was there this morning, but when she went to mail it the form was gone. Nobody in the office has seen it. We've all looked everywhere and can't find it. Once again, where did it go?

Now both of these incidents don't add up to much really. Maybe someone is just a klepto. But then Kelley tells me another story.

Kelley and Cali were sitting at the front desk when the door to our office closed by itself. When we have the door open all the way it is essentially propped open by a patch of carpet that must be a little thicker. It doesn't just swing easily shut. It takes a little bit of force. And it's not that windy on the second floor of the Westgate Business Center!

Maybe this place is haunted. Kathy Stanley always complained of a poltergiest in her computer--but I think that was because she wasn't so skilled with technology. Sometimes the elevator door will open and close on its own. One time I got in the elevator and instead of taking me to the second floor like I had asked, it took me to the basement (It was really the creepiest thing ever--especially since I had heard a story about this guy going down to the basement of this old civil war hospital building and when the doors opened the room was full of dead civil war soldiers and nurses, etc going about their daily hospital routine as if they were still alive). When the doors opened up to the half-finished basement it was quite a shock. Nobody got on the elevator, so why did it even go down there? Who knows.

Maybe the ghosts just follow me around.