There was this library as a kid. Upstairs was warm and inviting and just a really nice library. It had this side hallway at the front entrance. At the end of the hall where metal steps that led to this dingy creepy basement. I went back there 15 years later when it was converted to an art gallery. Still creepy as fuck.
I personally think ghosts are the energy leftover from dying horribly. Hopefully people don't see your ghost there.
I personally think ghosts are the energy leftover from dying horribly. Hopefully people don't see your ghost there.
The red doesn't help. I think dim lights like that, of any color that isn't white or close to it, in a dark environment like that, give off kind of spooky vibes. It's likely the combination of all the things - the dark, the lights, the cold, and the relative quiet outside of the freezer units themselves running.
There's also the story of another security guard; an old man who's seen some shit in his day. I relieve him when I come in and he me when I get off on Saturday; he swears that one day, while checking the cooler areas in the back, he saw a ghost. Some of our co-workers who work back there also swear they saw the same thing, independent of him. And they all describe it as a woman in a blue dress.
Now, I don't believe in ghosts. But when I'm walking through there, and I come around a corner or look down an aisle I'm passing by, I sometimes get this feeling in my gut like something bad is gonna happen. It's my mind being paranoid and all that; it's playing tricks on me. But it's still creepy sometimes.