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(94 votes) Published: Mar 04, 2006 9:20 p.m. In 1 Favorites Lists Viewed 294 times
I finally got a job, as a maintenance man at the Center for the Arts and Sciences. This doesn’t mean much to you all, I’m sure, except that it’s probably the most haunted place in town, for several reasons. First, the complex contiains an art gallery, museum, arena theatre, and the largest proscenium stage in the county. People put their all into stuff here, and there have been a few deaths, which I will go into later. But anyway, when someone puts as much into something as people (myself included) do there, bits of them get left behind. For example, there’s an eyeball in the freezer (kidding, kidding), and a human skeleton willed by a donor in museum storage (not kidding). The second reason is that there are shitloads of cool stuff to play with. There are lots of props, like swords and guns, and the pyrotechnic stuff (that shit is funnnnn, go look at my RE blog.), and tools, lots of tools. I’ve only had a few small things, and one big thing, happen to me, but I’ll tell two other people’s stories first.
First Story:
My friend Carl was hanging out with a few of the maintenance guys, after everything had been closed down and the lobby had been locked up for the night. The three of them were the only ones there. There is a camera in the lobby that feeds into the maintenance office TV. They were talking, just shooting the shit, and someone looked into the camera and said "Danm, that’s a lot of people. What’s going on tonight?" They all thought about that for a second, then one of them said "I vote we send Carl."
If you go out of the maintenance office and hang a right for about 6 feet, then another right, there is a hallway, about 80 feet long, that leads to the door to the lobby. The instant Carl hit the bar on the lobby door (it’s like a school door, push the bar to open the latch and swing the thing open), every person on the monitor shrank to a small, brightly glowing circle, and disappeared. Carl went out and waved at the camera to make sure it was working right, and it was. Carl went back down the hall, and the instant he turned the corner to the maintenance office, all the orbs reappeared in the same places and grew back into people shapes, some of them laughing and pointing at the camera. The guys closed up and left for the night.
Second Story:
Kenny is another maintenance guy, and he worked there for a long time, never saw or heard anything that he couldn’t instantly explain. He didn’t really say the stories were bullshit or anything, he just really didn’t give a damn. One day he was cleaning up in the art gallery and heard voices out in the lobby. He knew he was the only person there, and ignored it. But then the voices got louder, and he started to recognize random lines from plays. (We’re all actors to one extent or another out there) He went out into the lobby, figuring someone was screwing with him, and there was nobody there. He locked and armed the gallery, went outside, called Tim (our boss) and told him what happened, and then went home.
My Better Story:
I always like the workroom, did lots of stuff there. One day I went in to wire up a prop that needed lots of little lights inside. (this was back before the group and I’d totally forgotten about it.) I was working with another guy who really didn’t know what he was doing (we’ll call him john), so I basically did the work while he handed me tools, as I had most of my upper body inside the prop.
At one point he said he was going to get a coke, so I stopped asking for tools and just twisted wires together for soldering. After a while I asked for a pair of needle nose pliers, and they were put into my hand. I thanked him. I asked for a drill, same thing. I asked for a soldering iron, and the hot tip was stabbed into my palm. I started thrashing around inside the prop and the iron flew across the room. I slipped out and started hopping around, screaming and cursing.
"Fucking Jesus! John, you peice of shit!"
He came back into the room, drinking his coke.
"What? You need something?"
"You DICK! You shoved the damn soldering iron halfway through my hand!"
"I’ve been in the green room [lounge] for the last 10 minutes."
"Then who was here? You had to see them go out that door."
"Nobody came out the door, man."
We determined that there was nobody in that wing of the building except us, and John hasn’t been back since.
So now I’m working in the most haunted place in town. Who’s got a good idea of what I should do there?
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