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g-g-g-ghost!

I started a new job a little over a month ago, with Myriad Pharmaceuticals. Well, about a week into my job I had an interesting experience in the break room. I took a late lunch and ended up being the only person in the break room. I sat down and started eating and reading my book. Twenty minutes later this lady walked in and sat directly across from me. Now keep in mind that the entire room is empty with about 6 tables to choose from and she chooses to sit in front of me. I look up and say hello and she doesn't say anything back. I go back to my book, but I keep glancing up to look at the lady. She isn't eating, drinking, reading - she's doing nothing. She's just sitting there and staring out the window behind me. She sometimes closes her eyes and takes deep breaths, and then just stares back out the window. Well a few more people come in the break room but she doesn't look at them and they don't look at her; but every time I move my head, she follows where I'm looking. This goes on for about twenty minutes and then she gets up and leaves.

I was left kind of speechless. Why would this lady come in and choose to sit directly across from me? I circled the floor trying to find her to make sure she was real, but I could never find her.

About a week later I was back in the break room eating lunch and the lady comes in again! This time she sits across from me, but just to the side, and does the same thing. Just stares out the window and takes deep breaths and closes her eyes. I said hello again, and she said nothing.

After this encounter I'm 90% sure that she's a ghost. A former employee of Myriad that was killed in a freak drug experiment and now she stalks the new employees to warn them. I circled the building again, but I still never found her. I was never able to see her when other people were around so I could never confirm whether or not she was real.

Well, this past week I went into the break room at an earlier time and who did I see - the ghost! She was sitting a table with 5 other girls. I decided I would watch her every move so I could see if she talked to people and if people acknowledged her. She was leaning into the group and listening to their conversation, but she wasn't talking. None of the girls in the group were talking directly to her either. As they finished their lunch and headed out of the room, I kept watching to see if they would wait for her and walk back to their desks together. They all filed out, but not one looked to make sure she was following them and when they reached the door to their desks they didn't hold the door for her.

I'm convinced that she's a ghost - I've never seen her talk to anyone or anyone talk to her. I only see her in the break room and I never see her eating.

My goal is to get a picture of her and see if she "materializes" on film. As soon as I have this picture, I'll post it!

Comments

Mick and Tiff said…
Okay, that is freaky! Why do I read this at 11:04pm just before I am going to bed by MYSELF! What a wacko.

BTW- Thanks for the new post! I have been waiting!
Michelle said…
HA ha ha ha! Or should I say "mua ha ha ha ha ha". Holy cow! The last part is weird! Next time go over and say "Now what are all your names and what department do you work in?" I am anxiously awaiting the pic.

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