All right, so here's a real ghost story, such as it is...
When I was about 33, my wife and I decided to buy the photography shop
where she worked. She had overheard the owners discussing selling the
business. This was like 1981. She already knew how the place worked, and
knew she could run it. So we scurried about among both our families and
raised enough capital to make a credible offer.
Our offer was accepted. We bought the whole shebang, the business, the
name, the antique and obsolete (but serviceable) equipment AND the building.
The business, called Ivory Photo, had been founded in 1925 by Mr. Mel Ivory.
We bought it from his daughter and her husband. Mr. Ivory had passed away
in the middle seventies.
In the process of remodeling parts of the building, we discovered a door that
had been bricked up, at some time in the past, by person or persons unknown.
Everyone thought that bricked up door was pretty creepy, so we called it
Mel's door.
We always had an interesting crew at Ivory Photo. The people we hired to work
for us were mostly College Students, since Ann Arbor is a college town. They
were all unique in their own way, and sometimes would ask if they could work
after hours on their own photography. We usually allowed it.
Once in a while, one of our employees would see something. Usually a person
standing nearby, seen in peripheral vision. When you snap your head around to
focus on him, he isn't there. We had three dark rooms, two of which had 'safe lights"
inside, and one which needed total darkness. I was a dark room guy, and worked in
all of them, but mostly in total darkness, with maybe a few glow tabs stuck here and
there to keep me oriented.
Personally,
I never saw anything uncanny. But I worked there from 1981 through 2013
(when we sold that building) and sometimes overheard employees discussing what they
had seen. They wouldn't have spoken to me or to my wife about it, because we were
the owners. But if we brought it up, sometimes they would. Nobody ever felt that the
ghost made any threatening moves or gestures. But women working by themselves in
a closed photo shop, in a dark room, after hours... are easily spooked. Men too.
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This is the basement stair... photo taken by my step daughter, who thought it was
extreeeeemly creepy. I never thought so, and went up and down this many times.
I was there a lot, and I never saw anything. But here is what I observed, and can't explain:
IMHO,
the ghost had a sense of humor. Most of the employees thought it was a male
figure. The way our shop operated was the same as when Mel was running it. Customer
orders were taken in at the front counter by the person working there. Then they were taken
back to the appropriate dark room for processing. When complete, they were brought up front
and filed alphabetically in one large filing bin.
Of course, sometimes orders were mis-filed. So the customer would come in on their due date,
and ask for their order, and the counter person couldn't find it. Standard procedure in such
cases was for the counter person to ask another employee to help find it. And this was usually
effective.
But it's my belief that there were more situations like that than there should have been, allowing for
normal human error, and air-headedness. And almost every person who ever worked at my shop
experienced something like this:
You are on counter duty, and a customer comes in and asks for
their completed order. You look in the file under their name where it should be, and it isn't there.
You buzz through all the other letter sections, to see if it's mis-filed. Nothing...
You go find another employee to help you look, and that person comes up front, looks in the correct
place, and there it is. Right where it should be. Right where it wasn't, a few minutes before.
Our stock explanation for this scenario,
which happened more often than it should, was that Mel had
a sense of humor, and since he had worked there all his life, and organized all the procedures, he had
his own way of messing with us. He was
not a scary ghost. He was a prankster. He'd be standing there
invisible when the customer came in, or when the order was filed. As soon as the customer gave their
name, he would swipe it. And as soon as the counter person went for help in finding it, Mel would put
it back in the right place. We don't think he intentionally misfiled orders. He just enjoyed seeing the
customer look at us like we were morons. Which we were not. *grins
Oh yeah, and a lot of the customers who supported us had been coming there for years, so they
remembered Mel, and he probably knew them too. So
maybe he was messing with THEM, for
his own reasons. *shrugs
There you have it. I never saw any apparition out of the corner of my eye. Others did, but weren't very
scared, only startled briefly. Mel might have thought that was funny too. He liked pretty women. But he
never did any harm, or seemed really evil. We always spoke of him as if he owned the place. We all
thought we should.
I'll tell you one more thing: We sold that property in 2013, and the building was demolished along with
almost every other building on that block. The buyer was an investment company that rounded up enough
capital to build a seven story apartment complex on the site, taking up almost the whole block.
We all figure that they got the ghost as well, and he's in there still, playing pranks on the high-rent
tenants. Sounds like the beginning of a movie I'd like to see. *grins