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Old Guards Never Die

During 1996 I was working night shifts as a security guard on an office complex with a colleague in Leeds northern England when around 1am we got a phone call from the alarm monitoring company to inform us that the silent alarm had been tripped in the admin block . I (stupidly) volunteered to go investigate taking my guard dog Henry with me. 

On entering the admin block I locked the main door behind me and went to check the alarm panel. It indicated that an in-fared sensor had been tripped in the accounts area upstairs . The accounts area is at the end of a long corridor running the whole length of the building.  I unlocked the accounts door and had a look around but found nothing untoward. As I left the room I locked the door and turned around to see a security guard walking away from me down the long corridor. This was the last thing I expected to see; initially I thought it was a member of our security staff as he was short and bulky with grey hair like the day guard we had although his uniform was a bit outdated - he was wearing a peaked cap and black tunic.  I called out a greeting but he ignored me and continued to walk away.

Slightly un-nerved I challenged him but still he ignored me and continued his leisurely pace down the corridor.  By this time he was almost at the opposite end.  Annoyed, I voiced a crude insult and he stopped dead then turned around.  I then got my first look at his face and I realized that it wasn't the day guard at all!  In fact, it was nobody I knew from the security staff.

For what seemed like an eternity he stood staring at me with a kind of blank sinister look on his face, then he began walking back towards me.  I quickly radioed my colleague for assistance but only got static over the speaker.  I issued a warning to him that I would not hesitate to cave his head in if he tried anything aggressive; he gave no reaction.  I threatened to set the guard dog on him but still he didn't even pause his slow stroll towards me and his unflinching stare.

The spell was broken when I felt Henry tugging at his lead.  I looked at the dog and was amazed to see he was cowering behind me with a look of sheer terror on his face and nothing I said could rouse him into his usual aggressive state.  Several things then occurred to me all at once: 

1. my guard dog had never flinched from anything in all the years I owned him.
2. the man's ankles seemed to sink into the floor so I could not see his feet, and
3. his skin tone seemed unnaturally pale.

then realized what I was looking at.  Having just locked the accounts door I had nowhere to run except towards him but I wasn't keen on doing that so I just stood there petrified as he got nearer and nearer.  He was only a few meters away when his form became blurred and his face seemed to become disfigured. His head was about at my chest level when he walked through me; the feeling was like walking through a freezing damp fog (I actually felt moisture). My guard dog Henry then let loose a loud yelp and ran away down the corridor.

I stood there dumbfounded for about 10 minutes until I came to my senses and went back down to the main door . When I opened the outer door I found that the police were waiting outside.  My colleague Craig had heard my call for assistance but was unable to get in the admin. block as I had locked the door and I had our only set of keys.  They were about to force entry.  Everyone wanted to know what had happened but I didn't think anyone would believe me so I told them that the intruder had escaped through a fire door and they seemed to accept that. Shortly afterwards we found Henry wandering the ground floor offices in a confused state and he was none the worse for his experience.  I still own Henry and he has never acted that way since.

I had always been a skeptic and thought ghosts were for bedtime stories but it just shows how wrong a person can be.  It was the most terrifying experience of my life and it took me years to get over it.  I never worked there again so I never got the chance to investigate the buildings' history.  I sometimes wish I had told everyone the truth that night but I was too afraid of ridicule ultimately and I took the easy way out.

-Unsigned.


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