Working with Ghosts

From: Dave (guthrieboy@msn.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Old Girl's Town
Source: Form Submission

I always love a good ghost story and have found throughout my life that for some reason they love to have me tell their stories because they're attracted to me. The place used to work security was the old Girl's Town and has now been changed into a medium security juvie pen to adapt to the changing times.

There have been many times while working the evening shift and during the witching hours that we've had some very interesting experiences and conversations out there. I'll only mention one of them at a time for brevity purposes.

One of my favorite places was the gym. It seemed that it was pretty active when nobody was around because everyone that went in there had something to tell about how it made them feel or something that had happened. While on the evening shift I would make my rounds doing facility lockup and when it came to the gym would run the top run checking all of the doors then come down and turn out the lights. This left the gym completely black except for two small lights at the top where the classrooms were located so I'd make my way across the basketball court and use my cigarette lighter in order to see and get through the back door which was a good hundred feet or so away from the breaker box. When I would go to light my lighter I always felt as if I were going to see a face directly in front of me staring back into mine. I can't explain it, but I can even describe him from his beautiful dark hair to his teenage features. It wasn't particularly eerie; it was just there.

One particular evening a female officer and I were doing lockup together and I mentioned to her that she had a tail. She looked at me funny, but there was a young girl following her and that would never leave the top floor of the building. Of course, she laughed at the prospect, but one evening she called me on the phone and asked me to go to the gym. She had seen this young girl in one of the cameras and stared at her for over ten minutes until a phone rang and distracted her. When she looked back she was gone.

On another instance I was working the graveyard shift and we decided to break all of the rules since recorders weren't allowed on the facility and placed a tape recorder in the building where we could catch every sound in the place. We heard a variety of noises from tennis shoes on the basketball court to people walking around inside. We even heard a ball being thrown from the basketball court up onto the wire that fenced in the top floor as if they were bounding it off of the wall and on one throw it landed on the metal roofing that covered the top floor and boxed it in just like the thrower had overthrown his target.

As spooky as it was I sometimes think of the old place and how much fun we had. While I was never physically harmed or assaulted, some of the staff claimed that they weren't so lucky.