#library haunting

[stragglewort]

HEY YOU ALL REMEMBER HOW I SAID I WAS TOLD TO SHRED THE PILE?

YOU REMEMBER HOW I SHREDDED THE PILE?

[stragglewort]

God really gives his saddest jobs to his funniest soldiers

[mercilessmirabellam]

The Library Haunting

Back in 2013, I worked as a library assistant at my college's library. I usually worked the night shift because I got nervous around big crowds of people, and the night shifts at the library were usually uneventful. The library had a basement level which contained a computer lab, a few classrooms, and an IT room that ran the library's Internet connection.

At the end of the night shift, it was the library assistant's job to go into the basement, lock up the computer lab, and turn off the lights. I always hated going downstairs, because the basement was creepy and I always felt like there was something down there.

One night, I went down to the basement at 11:30 PM to shut down the computer lab and turn off the lights. Before I entered the basement, I thought it would be funny to knock on the door. I'm not entirely sure why I decided to do it. I think part of me thought it would calm me down. Knock on the door, and nothing would answer, proving I was just being paranoid.

So I knocked four times, and sure enough, nothing responded. I calmed down, feeling silly, and went down to the computer lab. I made sure all the computers were powered down, closed the curtains, and checked the IT room. I checked the classrooms, and all of them were locked. I began to shut off the lights, plunging the hallway into darkness.

As I went to leave the basement and lock the door behind me, at the end of the hall, where there were no classrooms or windows, I heard four loud knocks, mimicking those I'd done before I'd entered.

I ran up the stairs and back into the library, not bothering to lock the door. I told my supervisor what had happened. To my surprise, she laughed and said, "Oh, so you heard him, then." She then told me that, years ago, there was a student who'd passed away at the college. Since then, people had reported hearing sneakers squeaking on the linolium when they were all alone in the basement, knocks from locked classrooms (which had no windows or cabinets for people to hide in), or even voices.

I never went down into the basement again. From then on, my supervisor would always go down, shut down the computer lab, and turn off the lights.