As you may remember, some friends and I formed a co-op, combined our tools, and leased a workshop. The other day, one of the individuals said she saw what she thought was me, walk in, wearing a yellow shirt, and she said I walked over to my bench. She waited, figuring I was getting something and would say hi. She said I started to walk out, and she said hello, and The figure disappeared. Another person has seen the same apparition more than once, always walking towards my bench or the bandsaw, which is right by my bench.
Well, that reminded me of the time that I was at the shop and I thought Eddie (adjacent shop, but has a door to pass through to use our bathroom) walked to the bathroom (adjacent to my workbench) but nobody was there. I was certain someone had walked past me to the bathroom. There is no way out that way, so nobody could have just been passing through. There is a window with welded metal bars which are also covered in chicken wire to keep out the cats.
Mark and Segrid both said they hear footsteps coming up the steps, but nobody is there. I have heard the same thing, looking up to see who is there, but there is nobody. I always figure someone is in the sail loft directly above us, and pay it no mind. Mark and Segrid are convinced it is the ghost.
Mark says that Bella, the shop dog, sometimes stares at the wall with her ears perked up, as if she is talking to someone. This one I could easily write off to lizards, roaches, or other things she may see or hear.
Vince hasn’t ever seen it, but wants to charge it rent if we do find it. ;-)
The shop does rest on the ruins of an old plantation, likely from the late 1700’s. Who knows- maybe one of the former residents never left. Whatever the case, I may quit going to the shop late at night. One thing this would explain is the tape measures, pencils, and 10mm sockets that constantly go missing! (Haha) By the way, none of my shop partners drink alcohol or smoke any funny stuff. I am the only one who drinks, and that is the occasional glass of wine with dinner or a beer now and then. A six pack of beer would last me a month, and a bottle of wine covers three or four meals. Alcohol is not a factor here.