As most of you have read already, I had my first encounter with a spirit (of malice as far as I'm concerned) when I was 8. Also I said that he appeared to me twice more. This story is the second time. A decade from my first experience I worked in a petrol station on the north circular road. My shift was the graveyard shift (I always liked were they got that expression from, same with saved by the bell).
I'd peel barcodes from expired newspapers, re-stock the shelves and then serve a handful of customers. But I mostly sat down reading a good book, listening to music and have a smoke (I've now quit). It wasn't too difficult a job. So, one night I'm sitting down at the window were I'd serve customers, book in hand (terry brooks' sword of shannara, my fave) which I'd read already but was re-reading, feet up on the until in front. Totally chilling out. What I was missing was one of my cigarettes. Picking up my box of smokes from the until shelf I realized I had none left. But no matter, for more were only behind me. I wouldn't have to move from my seat. Told you this was a handy job.
I placed my book in front of the camera screen, which had three cameras pointing out into the forecourt, and one looking down the aisle in front of my till. So, reaching behind me I picked up a packet of John player blue (my x brand) and went to pay.
Unfortunately I had to get up this time, because my wallet was in my jacket, in the staff room. I went and got it, paid for my smokes, took one out, lit it, and went to pick up my book, and froze. On the camera was a man standing in front of my till. (I must say before I continue, that up until this moment I had had other spirit encounters, yet I still froze, nay freeze every time I see the extraordinary) This was bad news for two reasons and a third to follow, one the front door was locked! Magnetically, nobody was in the shop, I'd checked earlier, or, could get in the shop. Two, it was him. The first ghost I'd ever seen, standing in front of my till. I stood, staring, transfixed to the screen for a few minutes. Eventually I looked up from the screen to where he should have been, but the area was empty. This would have been ok if it wasn't for the third thing, he was still on the camera when I looked back down. This continued for five minutes, and then he turned away from me and vanished.
I smoked every cigarette in that box and ten more in a row, just to relax myself. This time there was no voice or touching, but he left a mark. I could still feel his presence.
After this I never worked the late shift but did the afternoon shift instead for a few more months, then quit to work in a clothes shop.
Shame really, I liked it there.
Third encounter story to follow.