Halloween Story (cat lovers, do not read) - Beyond Tiki

S Swanky Tiki Socialite Hapa Haole Hideaway, Knoxville, TN Joined: Apr 03, 2002 Posts: 5398	S Swanky Posted posted on Fri, Oct 13, 2006 11:41 AM I used to work nights cleaning a machine shop. It was a huge 100,000 square foot place with lots of noises. Air hoses and whatever. You'd hear a loud sound here and there and not think much of it. But then you'd hear specific sounds. Someone throwing the metal parts in a metal bin in that corner of the shop. One after another. You'd not think much of it, except it was 1AM. You'd walk that way and get to the aisle next to it and it would stop. The alarm would go off by itself every now and then. Strange noises all the time. You'd try to write it off as just normal, but, way too often it was not. It was loud and regualr like a hammer on steel. You'd walk way across the shop to see what was messed up and it would stop before you got there and there's nothing there but large bins of metal parts. My pattern for cleaning the place was very regular. And the same things tended to happen pretty regualrly too. I'd be pushing the large dust mop along at this point and see a guy in a blue shirt out of the corner of my eye and look up and see noone. Not every night, but regularly. I worked alone. These machines leaked lots of stuff, so the job meant throwing lots of kitty litter around and sweeping it up. One night I was sweeping around this one machine and I hear someone walking up. You can't mistake footsteps in kitty litter. They said "Hey" and I turned around, expecting to see my boss checking in on me. There was no one there. That kind of freaked me out. But I put it behind me and kept working. I had worked my way around to the other side of this machine and again I hear someone walk up through the kitty litter and this time, loudly say "Hey!" I turned. No one there. I put the broom down and walked out. I got out to the car and thought, how will I tell my boss this? I can't. I relaxed a bit and went back in to work. A bit later a girl came in to help by cleaning the front offices. She had done my job before me. I asked her why she stopped and she told me she refused to go into that shop. She saw and heard all sorts of things and said she'd never work in the machine shop again.

I used to work nights cleaning a machine shop. It was a huge 100,000 square foot place with lots of noises. Air hoses and whatever. You'd hear a loud sound here and there and not think much of it. But then you'd hear specific sounds. Someone throwing the metal parts in a metal bin in that corner of the shop. One after another. You'd not think much of it, except it was 1AM. You'd walk that way and get to the aisle next to it and it would stop. The alarm would go off by itself every now and then. Strange noises all the time. You'd try to write it off as just normal, but, way too often it was not. It was loud and regualr like a hammer on steel. You'd walk way across the shop to see what was messed up and it would stop before you got there and there's nothing there but large bins of metal parts.

My pattern for cleaning the place was very regular. And the same things tended to happen pretty regualrly too. I'd be pushing the large dust mop along at this point and see a guy in a blue shirt out of the corner of my eye and look up and see noone. Not every night, but regularly. I worked alone.

These machines leaked lots of stuff, so the job meant throwing lots of kitty litter around and sweeping it up. One night I was sweeping around this one machine and I hear someone walking up. You can't mistake footsteps in kitty litter. They said "Hey" and I turned around, expecting to see my boss checking in on me. There was no one there. That kind of freaked me out. But I put it behind me and kept working. I had worked my way around to the other side of this machine and again I hear someone walk up through the kitty litter and this time, loudly say "Hey!" I turned. No one there. I put the broom down and walked out. I got out to the car and thought, how will I tell my boss this? I can't. I relaxed a bit and went back in to work.

A bit later a girl came in to help by cleaning the front offices. She had done my job before me. I asked her why she stopped and she told me she refused to go into that shop. She saw and heard all sorts of things and said she'd never work in the machine shop again.

Post #260587 by Swanky on Fri, Oct 13, 2006 11:41 AM