With Halloween upon us, the ghost stories/movies are on tv by the dozens. Everyone has their own opinion about whether or not ghosts are real. Some think its hog-wash, while others are big time believers. Well, I happen to be the later and I will tell you why in my…
GHOSTLY TALE
When I was in my early 20’s, I used to work in property management. My first job in that field was at the Ashford Apartments in Chattanooga, TN. The leasing office is in a mansion, atop a hill surrounded by apartment buildings. It is a beautiful mansion where many weddings take place throughout the year. What isn’t so beautiful is what happened one dark night while I was closing up by myself.
(This is where the scary music needs to start playing)
I guess now it has changed names to Riverview Grande, but here is a picture of the Mansion Clubhouse.
Not a shabby place to work in, right??
That’s what I thought, until this night. It was the time of year when it started getting darker earlier. Everyone else had left a little early, so I was responsible for closing up. Now, when I first started working here, I had heard some “stories” of the ghost that lived in the mansion. Until then, I thought it was just silly and was someone’s way of trying to scare the poo out of me because they knew I was a scaredy cat. The ghosts name was Mary, and she was a little girl who stayed on the top floor. I was told that she had hung herself on the banister of the grand staircase because of her horrible, mean father. I tried not to think much about it, but my eyes would always travel to the top of the staircase every time I walked in or out of the front door. I would occasionally think I heard something, and then chalk it up to my mind trying to screw with me.
This night, it was definitely not just my mind. The office is located inside and has several interior doors you have to lock up before exiting the building. I had locked every door, was setting the alarm and walked by the office door on the way to the front door. The office door was a french door, so obviously you could see through it. I saw something whisk past the other side of the door and then my chair behind my desk starting rolling across the floor. Was the air/heat on, no..were the floors terribly uneven, no…was there anyone hiding under the desk trying to make me have a heart attack, no…had we had an earthquake, no. Every possible explanation has gone through my head. Am I crazy…I have not had an official diagnosis yet, so don’t go blaming it on that! 😉 Was it Mary? I’m not sure. But what I do know is, a real live person did NOT make that happen.
Did I ever close up the mansion by myself again? Hell no!!
Do you have a ghost story? I would love to hear it!
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