Hello everyone. This is my first thread to be posted, hope you enjoy it. I actually just wrote this and then went to post and it said that the
subject title existed and to go back. Went back and poof, story was gone.
I started a security job at a hospital in 1999. The hospital had two floors, not a very large hospital. My shift was 7p-7a. At about my second week
of working there, at 9pm I locked up all the doors except ER and made my way to the front lobby. I sat down behind the information desk and cracked
open whatever book I was reading at the time. A few pages into it, I noticed a faint voice in the lobby. I lowered my book and listened. The voice
was coming from a hvac vent in the ceiling to my left. I couldn't make out any words, shrugged it off as me hearing things and continued to read.
About another page, and I couldn't shrug it off any longer, this was a voice, a female voice. I could hear the choppiness of someone talking in it
and it sounded to be english. Well, I marked my page and left the area to find some human interaction.
One to two weeks later, on my nightly task of walking the second shift nurses to the car. I was walking with a nurse named Kay, and as we got off the
elevator that opened up to the lobby, we were making our way to the side entrance that goes to the parking lot and I glanced over my shoulder to the
vent remembering the voice, Kay say's with a smile on her face "you've heard her?" I stopped and faced her in disbelief. I said "what?" And
she say's "ha, you have. you have heard her." I told her yes and asked what/who is it? She tells me, "I have one word of advice, don't listen
to what she is saying." We continued our trek to the parking lot in silence. Once we got to her vehicle I asked how long she had worked at that
hospital and she said her and another nurse had been there since it opened. She shed no more light on the voice, and for some reason, I didn't
ask.
I stayed working at that hospital for 5-6 more months and experienced several different things which I will save for another post, and I would still
sit from time to time in that lobby. If the air would cut on and I got even the hint of a disembodied voice, I would get up and go somewhere else.
What always gets me is the fact that just by seeing my glance over my shoulder she knew I had heard "her" voice. Before she had discovered that I
had heard something, I had told no one of my experience, not even my closest friend outside of work, as I had written it off as a trick of sound.
As I got to know Kay better, I asked her several times about the voice. She would never go into it any further, just repeated not to listen to what
"she" says. Strange, strange indeed
[edit on 1/26/2010 by sniknej]