Post #488906 by Cammo on Sun, Oct 18, 2009 9:14 PM

Angie's Ghost Story Part 10

There’s always a rush of people coming back right before eleven, so we stayed and said hi to everybody, then waited for stragglers, then shut off the lights and returned the book and cleaned up the desk, locked the front door, hid our stuff under the desk, and finally stated climbing up the stairs.

At the third floor we met a guy coming down the other way who said that none of the water was working on his floor. We got sidetracked testing the water, first it wasn’t working, then the pipes would make banging noises, then it worked, then it didn’t again. The showers wouldn’t work at all. We finally told him to just go and try the other floors until he found a bathroom that actually worked.

“If that’s a ghost doing it, they sure are annoying.” Cindy said to me.

Then we climbed up the stairs again, and it was really tiring at the end of the night. We stopped on every floor now, caught our breath, then kept going up. Finally we got up to the eighth and I noticed something right away.

The door was cleaner. It wasn’t all blackened and as old looking. I could swear that it used to be dark wood, but now it was painted glossy white. You could still see the big old hinges, but everything was painted shiny.

“When did they paint this?”

“What?” Cindy gasped, out of breath.

“The door, did they paint it white this week?”

“I don’t know. C’mon, lets do it quick. It’s getting late.”

Then I got a creepy feeling. “What time is it?”

She looked at her watch. “Five to twelve. I have to make the bus before twelve thirty, so lets go,” and she opened the door. We both looked up.

There was no gaslight.

There wasn’t even a fixture there, just a little spot on the wall that looked like a nail hole or a gas pipe a long time ago. Nothing.

“See?” she said, “*Bess, *you lose.”