Word Is Out...

A teacher from the local high school approached one of our librarians about ghostie.  She wanted to know if what a student told her was true.

Uh-oh... we tried to keep this quiet, however, some of us have children and our children have friends....

Fortunately, she was very interested and not scared.  She was mainly curious.

She was told about the photos and the history behind them, but she wanted she wanted to see them for herself.  When she saw the photos she agreed that she could see the same little girl in pink that we did.

We aren't sure what any of this will lead to, if anything, but word is getting out there.

I Had To Go Back Inside...



My personal tree.



We had just closed up for the night. Everything was locked, shut-down and unplugged.  Chairs were tucked in. Books were put away. The DVD cart was empty.

We double checked to make sure the doors were locked.

Then we left.

Out in the parking lot, however, we saw that the big Christmas tree in the upstairs window was full of lights!  Dang it! The pages forgot to unplug it.  It's the weekend and it's in the big, main window upstairs for all the City to see... we can't leave it like that.

My co-worker and I look at each other and give a tiny little whine. We have to go back inside.  THIS, after the latest, big scare - we have to go back inside the library after hours... after dark.

In we go. "Don't scare me ghostie!" I say.  I hear giggles...  It's my co-worker giggling at me. "You know what happens to those that stick around after we close up." she teases.  I whine  a little more and flip on EVERY SINGLE light switch at the main panel.

"You come with me!" I tell her. "Well, I'm not staying here alone! Of course I'm going with you!"  she tells me.

We run upstairs. Literally. We are RUNNING up the stairs. Speed walking past the Sci-Fi section, we go to the tree, quickly unplug it and run back down stairs.  I give one more little order to the ghosties to NOT scare me and we flip off all of the light switches on the panel.

Off go a few more workroom lights and scurry out the employee entrance door we go.

In the parking lot once again, we nervously laugh, out of breath.  We didn't see anything more that night.  I haven't seen anything since.  However, I do remind the Pages to unplug everything upstairs. I've even taken to double checking them or unplugging everything, for them, if I have the time.

Out of the Corner of Your Eye

Out of the corner of my eye, I see a man.

He is leaning against the upstairs railing, just atop the stairs in the non-fiction section. He is looking down, just casually leaning on the railing, with a hand dangling over the rail.

When I look to see who is looking down on us, I see nothing.  

There is no man standing there. There is nothing wrong with my eyes. I could feel someone looking at me.  Out of the corner of my eye, I could discern that he wore black and was standing upstairs, leaning on the rail.  You know that feeling.... that feeling that someone is watching you. You then look up. Normally, you see who is looking at you.

What is it you see, out of the corner of your eye, when no one is there?