Spoiler here--still no ghosts.
I was told that the library was haunted, oh, probably three years ago (the librarian that told me it was "totally haunted" no longer works here), and I've kept my eyes open ever since. No ghosts so far.
Tonight,
there was a woman, however, standing completely still in the hallway.*
When I zoomed in on the image, I saw that she had empty sockets where
her eyes should be.
Other
than that, it's hardly worth mentioning (she's not dressed in an
old-fashioned or ghost-like way), and she's not scary in the slightest .
. . so why am I mentioning it? I don't know, I just like to type blog
posts when I'm here at work, and I imagine people (or person) out there
like them.
The thing is, there are a couple of
high-definition cameras here in the library, where you can zoom in and
get facial details or license plates, but most of them are just low-def
video cameras that get more and more pixelated as you enhance the
image. And because of that, I've seen several people that have empty
eye sockets or gaping black Edvard Munch mouths. I just don't bother
writing about it anymore.
But if I ever see a
woman with long flowing hair and a wispy white dress blowing in a
non-existent breeze pointing her finger at me in a silent accusatory
scream, I'll be sure to let you know.
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| I realize this image isn't great, but I kept it because the hand is on the wrong side. VERY common with ghosts. |
*Sometimes--okay,
nearly always--the video readout glitches and the images are
momentarily frozen, so people will appear or disappear as the footage
catches up with realtime, but this was just a woman standing there,
thinking or listening to music or ____.
2 comments:
Thanks for sharing your interesting pictures. You should write a story to share on your podcast.
Believe me, I think about it all the time. Dealing with a place that has the reputation of being haunted is one thing, but also dealing with people who are mentally ill (particularly the patron who believes that she is constantly being beset by demons) is something a story could be written around.
That very first time she approached me and said, "You see that woman over by the door, the one sitting down? She's one of THEM," totally put an image in my head of me looking on the cameras, zooming in on that woman, and instead of a harmless middle-aged lady . . . there's something horrible sitting there. I never wrote it, but one day I could.
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