Some of you might have read my previous story where I mentioned I am sensitive to feeling things as opposed to actually seeing anything.
Anyway, a month or so ago I started working at a new company and two weeks or so into my new job, one of the ladies from one of the other offices has a heart attack in the ladies room and passes away right here at work. Needless to say I was super creeped out that day as they had removed her from the ladies room and into the entrance section of the building so that they could try and revive her, unfortunately this was not to be.
So anyway, I was thinking to myself, I wonder if she'll move on or if she'll be one of those spirits who doesn't know what happened?
Well I soon stopped thinking about it constantly, but every time I went into that ladies room I was prepared to experience something, well I never really did... Until yesterday.
I don't know if it was from all the talking me and Ashville have been doing about how researching is freaking us out or from all the stories I read on YGS... But yesterday I just could not stand to be in that bathroom. To get an idea, the walls of the two stalls in there do not reach the ceiling for some reason, I don't get why they build bathrooms like that but anyway. So I had this nagging feeling that I must not look at that gap, which obviously led me to look at it every time I went in there.
Of course I keep saying to myself that I'm being weird and she didn't even know me, and even if I do see her, she wasn't angry or anything so she should be okay with me...? So besides this gap issue, I also just kept feeling like I was not alone in that bathroom, like I had to do what I came to do and high tail it outta there, I even resorted to washing my hands in the kitchen sink rather so that I could get out of there sooner, it was not a nice feeling at all (Not a evil or bad feeling, just not cool).
I just wanted to know from the readers, could it have been the lady that passed away here? Could she be "popping in" or "passing though"?
Or was I just being creeped out by stories and my imagination?
I'm sitting here typing this, needing the loo, but I'm so scared to go back in there and the other bathrooms lights are out! What to do, What to do...