I
work at Willow Run Airport in Ypsilanti, Michigan. Approximately 3 years ago, I was
filing paperwork in the closet (that's where we kept our filing cabinets) on the second
floor of one of the "newer" buildings out there.
I
heard a voice call my name. Thinking it was one of my co-workers, I went back to the
outer office who see who needed me. My co-workers insisted that nobody had called
me. I went back into the closet, and again heard someone call my name. I went back to the
outer office again, and got the same answer. Nobody had called me.
This happened to me on a dozen separate occasions over a period of about six months.
All of my co-workers insisted that none of them were playing a joke, and all expressed
concern for my mental well-being. It became the office joke.
After
my department moved out of that area, one of my co-workers went to ask the new occupants
of that area if they ever heard "voices." The answer was "No." I
chalked it up to either too much stress at that time, or my co-workers playing a prank and
not wanting to come clean. Recently, however, I've changed my mind.
Last
week, I was in the bathroom on the second floor in the main hangar building. There had
been some remodeling done out there and at 10:30 PM, my coworker and myself were the only
ones on the second floor. I distinctly heard someone crying in the bathroom stall
next to mine (there are only two stalls in that bathroom.)
I
said, "Are you okay?" and the crying stopped. I looked in the next
stall - there was nobody there! The crying wasn't faint or "ghostly" - it
was very distinct. And then, it started again. I got goose
bumps and the hairs
on my arms and the back of my neck were standing straight up. Needless to say, I
left the bathroom as quickly as I could!
I
will admit to being very shaken by the experience. After I calmed down, I went back
to that bathroom and heard nothing. In fact, I haven't heard anything since that
night...
-Unsigned-
(NOTE: The author sent me an interesting footnote to this tale..."at
the time I was hearing my name called, I had told my mother about it and she suggested it
could be my great grandmother. Great Grandma worked out here at Willow Run during WWII
building bombers.")
