Submitted by: Clinton
I was basically the “go to guy” for the security company I worked for. I started all the new accounts and trained the permanent employees once they were assigned. I also filled in when a post was in between a permanent guard. So once again, I was assigned to The Whittier. It didn’t bother me to be there. I actually liked it. It was a really awesome old building. You didn’t have to walk outside to make your rounds or drive a patrol car. It was a good size, so you got good exercise and never got bored.
Phone service got a little spotty when you were on patrol. The first floor was where the three buildings were all connected as they were built. There were kitchens, dining rooms, lounges, lobbies, offices, mechanical, housekeeping, a pool, and a ball room all connected by hallways. It was hard to get a good signal in those back hallways because of all the pipes and steel doors. One clear area was in the kitchen. Once you walked out of there your signal was bad until you got to the pool. You learned really quick where you needed to be to make a phone call.
I was making my rounds one night and my daughter called me. She worked for the company too, so she knew most of the sights and employees. I stopped in the kitchen to talk to her. After a few minutes, she asked me if I was training a new guard. I told her no they hadn’t found anyone yet. They had a hard time filling that post. A lot of people were afraid and said the place was haunted. It never bothered me. She asked me if someone was there with me. I told her no. She said, “Dad, I hear a girl talking.” I said, “I swear, there is no one here but me, I was making my rounds and stopped in the kitchen to talk to you.” She asked if I was watching TV or listening to a radio. I said, “No Rachel, I’m standing in an empty kitchen, I was making my rounds and there is nobody here but me.” She swore there was a girl in the room with me. I hung up with her and finished my rounds.
By the time I got back around to the front of the building where the security office was, my wife was calling me. She asked me how my night was going and if I was training anybody. I told her my night was fine, but Rachel had just called and asked me the same thing. I told her she told me that she could hear a girl in the background. Looking back, that probably wasn’t the best thing to tell my wife, but I’m sure my daughter already told her and that was why she called. My wife also worked for the company for a while and knew all of the supervisors. It wasn’t long after I hung up with her that Darrin, one of the road supervisors showed up. He laughingly asked me where my girlfriend was. Yes, my wife called him to go check on me. He walked a round with me and we laughed about it.
I forgot about it, for about a week. It happened again. I was on rounds and my wife called. I ran to the kitchen so I could answer the phone. Everything was fine for about a minute. Then my wife started using that tone of voice and said, “That doesn’t sound like Missy!” Then I stupidly answered, “Probably because it’s not.” That apparently was the wrong answer. She was now convinced that I was doing something I wasn’t supposed to. She was letting me have it with both barrels and there were threats of bodily harm being thrown around. She heard a woman talking in the background. Nothing I said was going to convince her that there wasn’t a woman at work with me. She was on her way to see for herself.
Darrin showed up within minutes. He was on the phone with my wife. It took some convincing, but she finally believed us. It was after Darrin explained that I was there because the last guard resigned because of the whistler and the little girl ghost. I never saw or heard anything myself, but I do believe it was haunted. My wife finally agreed that my girlfriend was a ghost. I tried not to answer my phone when I was on rounds anymore. I would call my wife before I started and let her know that I would not be answering any calls near the kitchen anymore.
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