Several years ago, I was working in juvenile corrections in Eastern Kentucky. My best friend, let's call her Jennifer, had her own cleaning business and one of the clients was a funeral home. There were two funeral homes that Jennifer cleaned and both were very busy. Of course, you can't clean a funeral home while they are open, so you have to wait until night. I don't know if you have ever been in a funeral home after hours, but they are fairly spooky.
Late one night I happened to be in my office preparing for an upcoming audit. It was one in the morning, so I really had no business being there, but back in those days I was single and working 80 hours a week and only getting paid for 40. That was one of the disadvantages of being management and being salary. Anyway, I receive a panicked call from Jennifer and it was hard for me to understand her at first. I was afraid that something had happened to her. She finally calmed down and told me she was at the funeral home and to come quick. Fortunately, that particular funeral home was very close by.
I made it to the funeral home in record time. It was one in the morning in a fairly small area, so there was no one around to get in my way. Jennifer and one of her employees met me outside, which I found odd. Jennifer was afraid that there was someone in the funeral home that was messing with them.
Jennifer and her employee had taken a break and were sitting on a couch that faced the two restrooms. Both of these restrooms had been cleaned and had the lights on. While sitting on the couch chatting, they both saw the light in the men's restroom go out. Figuring the lightbulb went bad; Jennifer went in to change it. When she entered the restroom, the light switch had been turned off.
I know what you might be thinking, maybe it was one of those motion lights and the light went off due to them sitting still. I can tell you, that type of innovation takes it time getting to places like I'm from and they still do it the old fashion way. The wall switch is the only way the lights are controlled in that building.
Thinking that it had to be a ghost, Jennifer called me to come see what was going on. I was convinced that it was someone in the building who was up to no good. Well, I covered every inch of that funeral home, including the area where the bodies are prepared for the funerals. I will never go back into one of those rooms. I found no one in the building. I ended up staying the rest of the night and helping Jennifer with the cleaning.
That same night, I was in the lounge area of the funeral home vacuuming. I had moved out all of the table and chairs and was in the center of the room with my vacuum. All of a sudden, I felt three sharp tugs on the barn coat that I was wearing. I turned around real quick to see no one around. There was no way that anyone could have tugged on my coat and made it out of that room without me seeing them.
After that night, I ended up going with Jennifer to the funeral home to clean each week. We would hear things or see something out of the corner of our eyes, but nothing like we experienced that night.