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January 2008 - Page 20
Ghost on the Elevator
by Jade
I work the night shift at a talk radio station in Toronto, Ontario -- one that has been broadcasting since the late 1920s. As with any company with a lengthy history, there have always been stories circulating about how previous owners still "visit" the station, to make sure things are running smoothly. I, of course, always passed this off as either the product of overactive imaginations or a way to freak out the late night staff.
One evening, after arriving at work at 10 p.m., I was greeted by an eccentrically dressed woman, who was a guest on one of our station's programs. Her segment was finished and she was getting ready to leave. She said, "I guess I'll have to take the elevators, then." As she was turning to exit the room, I said, "Oh no, take the stairs -- you'll need a key to use the elevators this time of night." She stopped dead in her tracks, and calmly told me that there are far too many ghosts in the stairwell to walk down them alone. (Something I do every day!)
She then introduced herself as being a popular local psychic who was asked on the program to reveal her predictions for the new year. She told me that she could sense the spirits of both the former station manager, and a few ex-employees still roaming the building -- a hotspot being the stairwell. She then asked me if I could escort her to the front door by way of the elevator (since I had a key). On our brief ride down (the station is on the 2nd floor), she told me that even the elevators will act strangely due to the high traffic of spirits. I kindly acknowledged her slightly odd remarks, and directed her to the front door.
Upon re-entering the elevator to go back to the 2nd floor (the same one I had taken down), the doors closed, but the buttons would not respond when I pushed them. I leaned on the #2 button, until the elevator finally started to move... but it didn't stop at the 2nd floor. It went to the 11th floor -- the floor on which the station manager's office is located. The doors opened, but no one was there. The elevator shook slightly, as if it were taking on a passenger. The doors then closed, and the 1st floor button was activated from inside the elevator -- and I wasn't the one who pushed it. The elevator quickly descended the 11 flights to the lobby. When the doors opened, again I saw no one. The elevator shuddered slightly, as if someone had just walked through the doors, and I heard empty footsteps echoing through the marble lobby -- all with no one in sight.
I'll never know who or what rode with me that night, but I know I'd better behave myself on my long night shifts -- the former boss might be watching.
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