So bearing in mind this is the internet and everything should be taken with a grain of salt i share this story with you strictly in the hopes that it will entertain. Suspension of disbelief is crucial here. Either you're a believer or you're not. After you read this, and you have a story to share, I'd love to hear it.
In the meantime. Here's mine.
I am employed in the auto collision industry. To be more specific, I'm an auto painter.
When a vehicle has gone through it's structural repairs, I'm the guy who makes the car, look like a car again. It's tough work. You have to have a keen eye for detail, and a very steady hand.
Anyways, when a vehicle is being painted you move the vehicle into a spray booth. Basically it's a controlled environment that keeps the air a certain temperature and humidity. It also keeps dirt or any other contaminant from ruining a paint job.
I was running behind today. My work day finishes at 5 and my last car of the day had to be started by at least 1 oclock for me to go home on time. the previous car didn't finish it's bake cycle until 2:30 so i was an hour and a half behind.
So I could either start the job and work late, or pitter patter around the shop and look busy until quitting time. Me being the workhorse that I am, i figured i'd start the next job, so i could keep ahead for the next week.
Eventually 5 oclock rolled around and everyone took off for the weekend. I had an hour or so left to finish this car up, so i helped the boss close up the office in between coats of paint.
The cool thing about the shop i work for is they've given me a key to come and go as i please. It's a win-win situation. If there's a car that needs to be finished they don't have to wait around for me to get it done. If they need me around to sign for a tow in, or have a customer pick up a car after hours I live a couple of blocks away so i can help out that little extra bit. in return i can hang out on weekends and use the car hoist, or work on my little side projects.
So my boss is gone, and i'm all alone now. Now anytime i'm alone in the shop I always have this feeling that i'm being watched, or I'm not alone. I'll see things out of the corner of my eye or hear creaking and moaning. The creaking and moaning isn't unusual. I work in a pretty big industrial complex, so it's to be expected. But lately while the shop is at full capacity. When everyone is going full speed ahead I've started to feel like I'm being watched.
I'm seeing things out of the corner of my eye.
I was talking about it with a girlfriend of mine about it. i was at her place getting some tattoo work done one night and we got to talking about conspiracy theory, and the Illuminati. Stuff like that, and I brought up how i was feeling when i was alone at work. The creaks and moans in the building, seeing shit out of the corner of my eyes. All that stuff, and she said to me,
Whenever you feel like you are not alone or you feel like you are being watched... chances are there's a spirit wandering around somewhere.
And we got to talking about it. Death, the afterlife, religion. All the while she's tattooing my forearm. And she tells me. The next time you have that feeling at work, you close your eyes and picture yourself surrounded by white light and you say aloud "Do not be afraid, I am your friend." It will help you relax, and the visualization of white light along with the statement "I am your friend" might help a lost spirit find it's way again.
Because when you think about it. We're all just energy in motion. And you know the rule, we all learned it in high school.
Energy cannot be created or destoryed...just changed.
At the time I kind of chuckled. It made me think of the Wizard of Oz.
There's no place like home, there's no place like home, there's no place like home.
Anyways. So I'm in my paint booth. Painting away and it happens. i get that feeling i'm being watched. I shrug it off. It's been a long week, i'm tired as fuck, and i'm surrounded by paint fumes. There is an explanation for everything. Right? My fatigue combined with the paint fumes i'm exposed to through the course of my day gives me that feeling.
Now the paint booth at my shop is kind of like a drive thru. The vehicle enters one side and exits the other. The doors on each side have windows that run the length of the doors. I glance up from my work and I see this reflection in the window.
It looks like there's someone standing outside the door with its arm draped against the window. I blink and turn around and sure enough. There's this shape. Standing on the other side of this window. This fucking guy. He has scruffy red hair, and really bad 5 oclock shadow. I see a flannel shirt and my eyes water up and my throat dries up. Instantly.
My watery eyes trickle tears a bit, so i shut my eyes and run my forearm over my face to clear my vision up. When i open my eyes again that shape. It's gone. I stop what I'm doing and POW my conversation with my tattoo girlfriend pops into my head.
I hang my paint gun up and walk out the door. All the lights in the shop are on, the air compressor on the other side of the booth kicks on, making a bunch of racket, so i think to myself. What the hell. I can't be anymore freaked out. I close my eyes, and visualize me surrounded by white light and I say "Do not be afraid, I am your friend."
I say the words out loud and I fucking swear to god i broke out in gooseflesh and the hairs on my arms and the back of my head stood on end. My eyes started to water again and that was fucking that. I went back into my paint booth, grabbed my paint gun. Cleaned it up as fast as I could and BOOKED IT. Right out of there.
I get back to my house, and call my buddy up. He lives in Langley. I tell him what happened and of course he laughs his ass off. I tell him, "look dude, you're coming down here and helping me lock the shop up. because there is NO WAY. I am going back in there bymyself."
So when he stopped laughing, he said he'd be over in a bit. Here I am. Still in my paint coveralls, my fresh air mask is still hanging off my neck. Back at the shop, all the lights are on, the air compressor and paint booth are still running. I am NOT going back there alone.
Period.
In the meantime. Here's mine.
I am employed in the auto collision industry. To be more specific, I'm an auto painter.
When a vehicle has gone through it's structural repairs, I'm the guy who makes the car, look like a car again. It's tough work. You have to have a keen eye for detail, and a very steady hand.
Anyways, when a vehicle is being painted you move the vehicle into a spray booth. Basically it's a controlled environment that keeps the air a certain temperature and humidity. It also keeps dirt or any other contaminant from ruining a paint job.
I was running behind today. My work day finishes at 5 and my last car of the day had to be started by at least 1 oclock for me to go home on time. the previous car didn't finish it's bake cycle until 2:30 so i was an hour and a half behind.
So I could either start the job and work late, or pitter patter around the shop and look busy until quitting time. Me being the workhorse that I am, i figured i'd start the next job, so i could keep ahead for the next week.
Eventually 5 oclock rolled around and everyone took off for the weekend. I had an hour or so left to finish this car up, so i helped the boss close up the office in between coats of paint.
The cool thing about the shop i work for is they've given me a key to come and go as i please. It's a win-win situation. If there's a car that needs to be finished they don't have to wait around for me to get it done. If they need me around to sign for a tow in, or have a customer pick up a car after hours I live a couple of blocks away so i can help out that little extra bit. in return i can hang out on weekends and use the car hoist, or work on my little side projects.
So my boss is gone, and i'm all alone now. Now anytime i'm alone in the shop I always have this feeling that i'm being watched, or I'm not alone. I'll see things out of the corner of my eye or hear creaking and moaning. The creaking and moaning isn't unusual. I work in a pretty big industrial complex, so it's to be expected. But lately while the shop is at full capacity. When everyone is going full speed ahead I've started to feel like I'm being watched.
I'm seeing things out of the corner of my eye.
I was talking about it with a girlfriend of mine about it. i was at her place getting some tattoo work done one night and we got to talking about conspiracy theory, and the Illuminati. Stuff like that, and I brought up how i was feeling when i was alone at work. The creaks and moans in the building, seeing shit out of the corner of my eyes. All that stuff, and she said to me,
Whenever you feel like you are not alone or you feel like you are being watched... chances are there's a spirit wandering around somewhere.
And we got to talking about it. Death, the afterlife, religion. All the while she's tattooing my forearm. And she tells me. The next time you have that feeling at work, you close your eyes and picture yourself surrounded by white light and you say aloud "Do not be afraid, I am your friend." It will help you relax, and the visualization of white light along with the statement "I am your friend" might help a lost spirit find it's way again.
Because when you think about it. We're all just energy in motion. And you know the rule, we all learned it in high school.
Energy cannot be created or destoryed...just changed.
At the time I kind of chuckled. It made me think of the Wizard of Oz.
There's no place like home, there's no place like home, there's no place like home.
Anyways. So I'm in my paint booth. Painting away and it happens. i get that feeling i'm being watched. I shrug it off. It's been a long week, i'm tired as fuck, and i'm surrounded by paint fumes. There is an explanation for everything. Right? My fatigue combined with the paint fumes i'm exposed to through the course of my day gives me that feeling.
Now the paint booth at my shop is kind of like a drive thru. The vehicle enters one side and exits the other. The doors on each side have windows that run the length of the doors. I glance up from my work and I see this reflection in the window.
It looks like there's someone standing outside the door with its arm draped against the window. I blink and turn around and sure enough. There's this shape. Standing on the other side of this window. This fucking guy. He has scruffy red hair, and really bad 5 oclock shadow. I see a flannel shirt and my eyes water up and my throat dries up. Instantly.
My watery eyes trickle tears a bit, so i shut my eyes and run my forearm over my face to clear my vision up. When i open my eyes again that shape. It's gone. I stop what I'm doing and POW my conversation with my tattoo girlfriend pops into my head.
I hang my paint gun up and walk out the door. All the lights in the shop are on, the air compressor on the other side of the booth kicks on, making a bunch of racket, so i think to myself. What the hell. I can't be anymore freaked out. I close my eyes, and visualize me surrounded by white light and I say "Do not be afraid, I am your friend."
I say the words out loud and I fucking swear to god i broke out in gooseflesh and the hairs on my arms and the back of my head stood on end. My eyes started to water again and that was fucking that. I went back into my paint booth, grabbed my paint gun. Cleaned it up as fast as I could and BOOKED IT. Right out of there.
I get back to my house, and call my buddy up. He lives in Langley. I tell him what happened and of course he laughs his ass off. I tell him, "look dude, you're coming down here and helping me lock the shop up. because there is NO WAY. I am going back in there bymyself."
So when he stopped laughing, he said he'd be over in a bit. Here I am. Still in my paint coveralls, my fresh air mask is still hanging off my neck. Back at the shop, all the lights are on, the air compressor and paint booth are still running. I am NOT going back there alone.
Period.
