When Spirits Strike

Working overnight at KOZZ left me in the building by myself most of the time.  I didn’t mind it until management started remodeling the from office, adding a new sound booth and redirecting the hallway to the studios.

That’s when strange stuff started to happen.  And I couldn’t get my boss, Jim McClain or his morning-show partner Steve Smith to believe me as they figured it was jus’ my imagination running away with me.

One morning I saw “Moon Kitty,” in the hallway. She looked at me and ran down stairs into the engineering office where she disappeared. 

Problem is—“Moon Kitty,” had been dead for several years. She had been buried in the indoor garden, but that garden was removed during the remodel.

The most frightening event was the morning that I was returning from the kitchen area with a cup off coffee. As I walked around the new wall created in the hallway to accomodate the new sound booth, I passed through a foggy mass that chilled me to the bone.

I literally ran to the end of the hallway and into the studio, where I attempted to barricade the door.

Later in the day it occurred to me that I recognized the ghostly-form. It was a long dead co-worker by the name of Christine, who killed herself nearly ten-years earlier in the studio across the hall from where I encountered the chilly mist.

And I swear there was nothing more than coffee in my cup!