One might ask "How ever does she do what she does?" in an awe-inspired way, or even a spiteful way. Right now I'm in a pickle. That's what awe-inspiring thing I've just done. What type of pickle? Well….long story short some crazy stuff happened the other night and I just reported it. 'Report what?' you're probably wondering. Well, as a snazzy ol' person who works at an old insane asylum, the old State Hospital in Traverse City - where it's known to be haunted mind you- I had a terrible experience with the other side. Not that it was the first time that it happened, I've seen plenty of paranormal activities throughout my time working here. Even with the few hours I've been recently working. My manager seems to have believed me - all my coworkers? Not all of them entirely, there's a number of skeptics and nonbelievers. Granted my coworkers are all guys, I guess they're not into 'ohhhh a ghooooost' type of mindset? I don't know. But I do know working the night shift of security is, oooooh how do I put it? Fucking super scary in the spooky, paranormal aspect? Yeah that about sums it up. That's my job. Good ol' security! Kids have always been breaking into some of the buildings at night, but now they started to go after the shops and buildings that weren't abandoned. In case you didn't know, the shop owners don't like that. Fun fact of the night. So they hired a handful of Traverse City's finest, kick-any-trespasser-outters, yada yada yada - long story short is that we're lowkey elite. At least that's what me and some of the other guys joke.
Now you might think 'When is the show gonna get on the road?' and whatnot. Think of this as a first person narration, almost like breaking the fourth wall. But it's just for the introduction, which this part is in fact the introduction. So now, let's begin with the story a few weeks later from today, a day after the incident. (So happy reading, hopefully you'll enjoy my writing, and feel free to leave a comment about anything!)
Friday morning - well it was actually close to noon but morning nevertheless - I woke up on my day off. A sweet thing, really. I thoroughly enjoy waking up to such days. Making my way slowly out of my bed I started to do my thing. The normal stuff when you wake up: brush your teeth, get dressed, eat, breathe, feed the dogs, and whatnot. I finished up my breakfast and decided to head out to my garage to work on my car. You've got to have an engine in your car to work. It's not my primary vehicle by all means, it's a 1969 Chevelle and in the northern Michigan winter it wouldn't last too long. It's more of my 50/50 vehicle in the summer, half and half chance of me driving this versus my old pickup.
Probably a couple hours go by, around maybe four in the afternoon and I've been working the whole time. Well, except for when I went to the bathroom and to start chili. But it's fine on low heat until I'm ready. A couple of minutes back under my car and I hear my phone start to ring. Not going to lie, it startled me and I hit my head on the bumper of my Chevelle when I reached to grab it in my pocket. The caller ID said it was my coworker David, so I took my dirty glove off to answer it.
"Hey what's up Davy Jones?" I said laying under my car.
"Hey! So do I have some NEWS for you!" he said excited to the point I could picture his big goofy grin through the phone.
"Oh God...you're pregnant?!" I chuckled.
"What? No, dipshit! You know that show you watch?"
"How specific of you David" I replied rolling my eyes and repositioning the way I held my phone.
"Oh! Don't be a smart ass - but the show with the ghost crew? Ghost Adventures?! Well they came into work today!" he said going back to being excited. And I joined in on the excitement too. So much I hit my head again trying to sit up from it all.
"What was that noise?"
"I hit my head on the bumper of my Chevelle" I said sliding out from under my car. I also noticed that David was turning into my driveway in his red pickup, "Boy, what the hell are you doing coming over to my house?" I chuckled.
"Well" he said looking at me while pulling up next to my truck, two SUVs behind him, "The Ghost Adventure crew heard about your report and wanted to hear it from you - get an interview and whatnot" David said hanging up. He was already outside of his truck and had shut the door. "GET OUT HERE AND OUT OF YOUR GARAGE!" he said waving me out. He looked like a goof, he knew I was in my garage. But my garage door was down and my three rectangle windows were tinted to where you couldn't see inside unless you had your face and a light pressed up against it. 'It looks like he was yelling at no one the poor sap' I chuckled pulling my garage door remote out of my pocket and pressing the open button.
However. My chuckle went to surprise when I saw the people getting out of the SUVs were actually Billy, Aaron, and Zak from Ghost Adventures. Me being me I didn't look where I was stepping to get a closer look and I stepped on my creeper (the thing that slides under cars if you don't know) at the perfect moment. Right when the garage door was open little more than half way, so they all got a perfect view of me stepping on it, pushing it against the side of the garage with a bang, and me falling on my back. Lovely start and way to introduce yourself. They all started to rush over to me when I went down with a thud and a big "ouff". Keep in mind they only rushed like three yards because my garage is to the side of my driveway and not attached to my house.
"Are you alright?!" David and everyone asked. I was rolling over to my side soon after hitting the ground to get on my knees and stand up. "Oh, I'm just checking to make sure the floor still works. Don't...don't mind me" I said with a groan and chuckle. I cracked my back real quick and looked at the three familiar but new faces in front of me. I took my right glove off and held my hand out to the closest, that being Billy, and introduced myself starting with him and ending with Zak.
"Damn, you've got a pretty sweet ride there! What're you doing with the engine?" Aaron asked.
"The original engine block had a crack so I decided to switch for one that doesn't have a big crack" I said with a smile. "So David here" giving him a quick look of 'you little turd' "called me practically when he was turning into my driveway. He mentioned something about my report?"
"Yes! We found out about your report from a couple weeks ago and came here to ask you a few questions, listen to what happened, and - if you wouldn't mind - we would like you to go back to the spot that it happened with us on our lock down." Zak answered.
How interesting, he's more attractive in person than on TV. This is going to be hard to concentrate I feel. "Oh I'd be happy to answer questions, no problem! I think I'd be fine with going back there too - depending on the details and what not of course" I said looking at the three of them. And then David at the end. But only for a second to give him a 'why must you do such strange, random things' before back to the Ghost Adventure crew.
I took my green button up off since it was a) dirty and b) hot because it's super thick material, then set it on my bumper. I noticed the guys changed their views from me, to me plopping the green shirt on my bumper, and quickly back to my body. But they were also quick to try and not get caught looking. I can't blame them, the shirt was baggy on my body and hid my figure well. Now that it was off they could see my used to be all white tank top and coveralls, not buttoned over the shoulder but hanging down and buttoned. So like I was wearing pants with the flaps down and the straps were kinda just hoops hanging off of my hips. They could see my hourglass figure, I'm not the typical small hourglass figure though. Add some thickness for and from muscle, and slightly big-boned and bussomed genes blessed and passed down from my German and Irish ancestors.
We talked a bit about what would happen for the lock down, my car, and ghost hunting techniques and about their technology for a bit. "Hey, have y'all had anything to eat?" I asked them.
"Just breakfast this morning, we were planning on getting food after the interview at the old insane asylum. But we decided to stop by with the guiding hand and GPS of David, so we could try not to interrupt your day too much" Billy responded.
"Well I have a big pot of chili inside and some hotdogs I've been planning on throwing on the barbecue if the three of you - and you too David - want to have any. You're more than welcome to come inside for a drink and something to eat if you'd like" I offered with a warm smile. The three of them looked at each other quickly to see what they wanted to do. I already knew David was planning on eating if he didn't have anywhere to go, which I'm sure he doesn't if he had time to bring the three of them here. Zak seemed to be alright with it, Aaron seemed like he had no problem, and Billy seemed like he was trying to be polite but was on the fence. I mean he only just met me, I could've poisoned the food for all he knows. How else do you spice chili without rat poison?
"Yeah, I'm down for that" Aaron said with a big smile, which ended up anchoring the other twos answers, saying they would.
"Great!" I said smiling and looking at Billy, Aaron, and then Zak lastly, who I have no doubt in my mind was making me blush with just the eye contact. "I hope y'all like sweet tea" I said as we walked out of my garage so I could shut it, "I made two homemade pitchers just yesterday".
"Awe shit, Dwight! You made your sweet tea!" David said getting excited like a twelve year old. "And pies" I chuckled as walked up my porch stairs.
"Damn! You're turning Betty Crocker on us! Who are you? And please don't bring my friend back" David said holding up an arm to protect a swat of my gloves on his side.
"Welcome to my life, where my coworker David is not actually a 21 year old - but actually my adopted 12 year old child" I said looking back to the three men who were amused.
