This is my third submission of the events I experienced while working at an old hospital in Johannesburg, South Africa. For more information about the location of this event, namely our archive room, please see my second submission, 'My job at the hospital 2'. Again many thanks to all who have posted comments and provided support so far.
After my first few experiences in the archive I had started to understand why people kept avoiding the archive whenever they could. Although we tried to tell our manager about what happened, she wouldn't have any of it and put it down to a bunch of young guys with over active imaginations.
Unfortunately for me, I had to go into the archive again a day later to get some of our software licenses for the auditor to check, and I really didn't feel like going there alone. No one would go with me so I bit my lower lip and entered the room. Again the feeling of dread filled me as I stepped into the room.
I crossed a cold patch on the way to the small room on the side. You can imagine my fright when I touched the door handle of the broom closet and I got a static shock. The door opened easily and so I stood up straight, squared my shoulders, and entered the small room.
As I was going through the file with the licenses and serial keys for the various software packages, the door to the room slammed shut. (I have goose-bumps on my arms as I write this). I felt as if something had closed itself into the small room with me. I dropped the file and went for the door handle. What really freaked me out was that the door, although unlocked, was closed solid and would not budge. I was just beginning to panic when the light started to flicker and then dim.
My fear and panic suddenly turned to anger and I started to shout out loud. "Leave me alone" I said. "I am a child of the Lord and he protects me. I am just trying to get some papers and when I have them, I will leave. Now open the door this instant and be gone from here". Almost instantly the light went back to normal and the door swung open a few centimeters. Relief washed over me. I did sense an atmosphere of resentment and simmering anger in the main room, but it was drowned out by my own feelings of relief.
I found the documents I needed with shaking hands, locked up the small room and left the archive. Again as I was outside everything seemed to turn normal again. I stood outside for a few minutes to let my nerves settle and to reflect on and rationalize what had just happened.
Luckily for me, my manager had later that day wanted to retrieve a CD from the software room, as we called it, and she had at the same time returned the documents that I had collected. Of course nothing had happened to her and she hadn't minded being in the room.
I still have difficulty rationalizing this event, and I often wonder what would or could have happened in that room and why an entity, if that is what it was, would harbor so much resentment towards people. Or could it be people in that archive room? Another question is why would everyone but my manager have felt this way?