Hi. My name is Erin and this is not a true story but I wanted to share it with you. Enjoy the story..... Imagine that you are a security guard at Independence Hall. Your job is to help protect an American landmark. These days, of course, you are aided by electronic security devices which can detect movement, and the presence of anyone who shouldn't be inside the building when it is closed to the general public. But...can those electronic gadgets also detect the presence of spirits? Of ghosts? Imagine again that you are about to close up shop at Independence Hall. The tourists are long gone, the day is done, you're ready to head home, and you make one final sweep of the building before securing it for the night. You are standing in a corner to the rear of the front door. You know you are alone. Or...are you? All is very quiet. Quiet, that is, until the sound of footsteps shuffle on the floor of the Long Gallery upstairs. You are certain it is footsteps. Certain, too, that it is the footfall of a stray tourist who somehow was left behind. You ascend the staircase, cautiously. The footsteps seem to stop at the top of the stairs. You brace yourself for whatever you may encounter. But nothing can brace you for what you are about to experience. As you reach the top of the stairs, you sense a chilling feeling. You feel that you are not alone, but you see no one. Again, and as if directly in front of you, are the footsteps. A musty aroma wafts past you...the air is now icy cold...and not three feet from your face, a cloudy form begins to take shape! You stand stunned and silent. You have never experienced anything like this in your life, and you have no idea how to handle it. You are a security guard, but this icy feeling...this musty smell...this emerging form...these are beyond any training and any preparation you have ever had. Your eyes wide, your feet riveted in place, you watch as the cloudy form seems to take the shape of a human being. A head...shoulders...a torso...as if a massive puff of cigarette smoke was pressed together into a shape, the figure becomes somehow familiar...and then...and then! POOF! It vanishes before your eyes. Gone in an instant. You breathe for the first time in what seems like hours, and yet it has really only been a minute or so. You step back, swallow, wipe your brow. You try to reason with an episode which unfolded from somewhere beyond all reason. You have witnessed...you have come face-to-face...with one of the ghosts of Independence Hall.
Thank you for reading my story. Please check out my other stories and.... Beware your in for a scare!!
Erin
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Posted - 08/25/2001 : 5:34:31 PM
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