One haunted experience | | Print | |
Written by Russ Larsen |
Working as an assistant manager in a Salt Lake area retail store, it was common for me to be working as late as 2:00 a.m., often alone. It had become a usual experience to see movement out of the corner of my eye as I completed the nightly paperwork, or find something moved from its regular place, yet it became easy to pass off as fatigue. Around 3:00 a.m., my manager had still not arrived. I was stocking shelves about three isles from the backroom when I clearly heard the unmistakable sound of a metal shopping cart moving swiftly across the uneven concrete floor. Thinking that my manager had snuck in without my noticing, I went to the backroom to see. A metal shopping cart, that had been set out of the way, had moved approximately twenty feet and was now next to the pallet I had been unloading. It had traveled up hill and over a 1 inch rise in the concrete. The hair on my neck and arms had risen with the initial noise and seeing this did not help the matter. My initial reaction was to run out the doors and let my manager deal with the unseen help. I of course realized this was not the reaction of a ‘sane’ person, and turned the radio up louder and tried to push it out of my mind. Just as I was beginning to gather myself, the phone rang and about sent me bursting out the front door. It was my manager telling me he wouldn’t be in until about 5:00. I told him what had happened with the shopping cart and he told me, “Things are always going on there. This is nothing new.” I couldn’t disagree, but his words did nothing to comfort me. This was not the last of strange occurrences, but the boldest of what I experienced before transferring to a different location. |