Post #488491 by Cammo on Fri, Oct 16, 2009 7:04 AM

Angie's Ghost Story Part 7

The next day, Friday, Cindy and I arrived at the same time and Mrs. Aldon was waiting for us at the front.

“Would you two please step into my office first?” she asked. So we walked down the hall, past the kitchen, and I noticed Bridgett was watching us. It was strange, I had no idea what Mrs. Aldon was going to do. Maybe fire me. It was just like going to the principal's office.

We stepped into her room, she looked at us both, then she closed the door behind us.

“You had some interesting experiences last night. Could you please tell me what happened?” she asked. Simple as that.

Cindy started talking about the bag, I pitched in with the radio story, then told her all about the sobbing. Cindy didn’t seem to believe me, but Mrs. Aldon kept asking if the other girl, Stephanie, had heard it too and I kept telling her yes. I couldn’t understand if she believed me or not. Cindy probably thought I was crazy. Finally I told her about running outside, but not about the bus stop and the smoking, I just said that we had stopped outside the front door.

“Angie,” Mrs. Aldon asked me very seriously, “do you still want to work here?”

Oh no. Here goes. This is where she fires me.

“Um, yeah, sure!” Then I thought about it. “If people would stop playing jokes on us. Yeah. This is a great place otherwise.”

She turned around and looked at her bookshelf for a second. Cindy glanced at me, shrugging her shoulders, making a face and looking puzzled. Then Mrs. Aldon turned back to us.

“This used to be a jail. There were a lot of... bad people here. And sometimes people hear noises. You know what I mean?”

“You mean it’s an old building and the roof creaks and stuff?” I asked.

“Sort of. Well... yes, but sometimes people hear lots of noises. You know, strange noises they can’t explain. Really strange noises.”

I had no idea what she was talking about. Cindy looked totally blank.

We were probably the dumbest kids she had ever hired.

“Do you understand?” she asked.

“Um, yeah. I guess so.” I said, slowly.

“Well, could you explain it to me, cause I don’t get it at all!” Cindy said, “Who was screaming last night is what I want to know! A whole bunch of people heard it! Who was in the basement? I mean, if it really happened, it’s scary!”

“What do you mean ‘if it really happened’! I was there! It happened just like I said!”

“Girls, Angie, I believe you.” Mrs. Aldon looked tired now.

There was another pause.

“You see, sometimes in places where really bad people die, or something bad happened, sometimes, people hear noises afterwards. That’s what I mean.”

“Oh.” Cindy said. “You mean - ghosts?”

And Cindy got this look on her face, it started screwing up, and I didn’t want to look at her, but I looked out of the corner of my eye at her and she was looking at me and we both laughed out loud. We laughed really hard, which wasn’t a nice thing to do but I couldn’t help it. Cindy was really funny, she still is, she cracks me up.

“Since you both find it so humorous,” Mrs. Aldon said, “I’ve decided to put you both on staff together at the same time. If anything ... funny ... happens you won’t be alone.” She looked at both of us, expecting an answer.

“Um, yeah, yes, that would be fine. Thank you Mrs. Aldon.”

“Yes, thank you very much.” We tried to stop snickering and left the room. On the way out Cindy started laughing again, and I saw Bridgett watching us. She was smiling because we were smiling, I thought.