One night a week I wonder the halls of an empty building at the old Childrens hospital in Denver. All the upper floors are empty, and run mostly on emergency lighting, and the automatic doors are also turned off. So one night, I push my way into the burn unit, take a few steps forward and stop.
I take a beat to let my eyes adjust a bit, the door closes behind me, and the next thing I hear is “Hi” from a little girl standing right next to me! On my mothers grave, it sounded like my neice when she was nine years old! Happy and cheerful. An absolute chill ran from my toes to my head, I started walking and raised my hand waving, and said “hello there”, and kept walking.
As I was there all night, I repeated this act, exactly the same way, about five more times that night. Nothing. Never heard (or saw) a thing…until the next morning. Sun is up, and I’m on my last round, so I try one more time. walk in, stop, door closes, and I hear a little sound from the door hinges. Nothing even CLOSE to what I heard before, but something none the less.
I have another great story I’ll share at some point…do you have any?