I Saw Him Standing There

I have a bank of cameras in front of me most of the time at work--even now, when I'm typing this, there are twenty-five screens going on the monitor to my left--and usually, if I see quick movement (a car going too fast, someone running in or out of the building, the length of a smile from Emily the Librarian), it will draw my eye.  This case was the opposite, though.

I glanced at the downstairs hallway and saw someone in black standing right in front of the doors.  I paid it no mind, but the next time I glanced at it, there he still was.  Often, that means the connection from the camera feed has been broken and I need to reconnect it.  

But that wasn't the situation here.  I hit Refresh, and the image didn't change.  The guy was just standing there, not moving.  For, like, a full minute.  Was he looking at his phone?  Did he have  a book he was reading?  Was he another pesky ghost?*  Maybe he was soiling himself--which yeah, sometimes happens.

Regardless of the answer, the second I caught a screengrab of the dude in the downstairs hall, he started moving again.  As if he knew.

Once again, this was not really worth blogging about, but I got the image, and rather than making it go to waste, I figured . . .  See, now you've got me second-guessing myself.  Thanks a lot.

*My last shift, there was a manager who was staying overnight, but who thought she heard a man shouting in the building (I'm pretty sure I know who it was--maybe I'll do a recording about it, if I remember to), so I went through both floors of the library, watching and listening.  When I explained that there was nobody, she told me to go on home.  I said, "Are you sure?  You gonna be alright here by yourself?" and she immediately said, "You mean with the ghosts?  I don't know that I believe those stories."  That wasn't what I had been referring to--I would think that a woman alone would be more afraid of running into a man in the dark than a ghost . . . or a bear, if you get my reference.