I'm not
sure if I work in a haunted location, but there's been a couple of odd instances - and more staff seem to be picking up on this, just recently.
One weekend about seven years ago, I was working alone on the third floor of our 1980s city centre office block. The building had just switched from a hardwired telephony exchange setup to a new networked VOIP system, and my task as a support office bod was to ensure all the extensions in my section were functional before everyone came back in on Monday.
In basic terms, I had an enormous list of extension numbers for the couple of hundred people working on the floor, and I had to manually dial each one from a desk phone to verify the number was now connected by listening to it ring out on my handset. Any that returned an engaged tone, or nothing at all, I was told to log for the engineers to take a look at, and then go and put a sticky note on the non-working handset.
This was pretty tedious work, but The Powers That Be had decreed it necessary. I wasn't totally alone in the seven-storey building, since there were security guards in their ground-floor room by the back entrance, but there was clearly no one else in the big open plan offices, or the smaller rooms and stores that led off them. The overhead lights were on motion sensors, so most of them shut off about ten minutes after I sat down and stayed off, and while there was light coming in from the windows around the edge, some areas towards the middle were fairly shaded.
The vast majority of phones were correctly connected, and I think only one or two failed to ring out. I was cracking through the list rightly, and since it was now approaching half four, I was hopeful that I might be able to get away slightly early.
Jabbing at the next extension number on my list, I heard two ringing pulses from my handset and, at the same time, could faintly make out the matching sound of a phone ringing in one of the smaller offices down the corridor.
I ticked the line on my list, and moved my hand to press the 'call cancel' button on my phone. But just as I went to touch it, there was a sudden click on the handset, and a voice said, "Hello?"
I was surprised, though not quite alarmed. I'd thought I was alone on the floor, but people did occasionally come in on the weekends to clear urgent items.
"Hello?" I replied, slightly confused more than anything and holding the handset closer to my ear. I noticed then that there was a weird sort of metallic hum on the line, almost like a hollow whistling noise.
"Hello?", said the voice, again. It seemed somehow far away, slightly distorted. Flat. Male. Older. Or that's how it sounded, anyway. I hadn't actually spoken to anyone yet using this new VOIP system, so I'd no idea how it would sound like to have a conversation. Maybe this was what it was like? The hum grew suddenly louder for just a second or so, then cut to complete silence.
I said 'hello' a few more times, but there was no response. I pressed the call cancel button and, on releasing it, got only the usual 'line available' tone from the earpiece.
Perplexed, I dialled the number again, and I heard it ring out in the office down the corridor. And it just rang. No-one picked it up.
I hung up, and checked the list to see what room the network socket was installed in. It was one of three large offices down in the corner of the building, used by senior managers.
Unsure whether there was a fault in the line, or if there actually was someone else working on the floor, I dialled the extension number on my mobile phone and moved towards the door that led from the big open-plan office out into the corridor. As I walked across the floor, the motion sensors in the ceiling triggered the lights to come back on, and I could hear the phone in the other office continuing to ring.
More lights came on as I stepped out into the corridor, and walked on down towards the corner offices. These comprised a door off the corridor into a central office with a small seating area, two secretaries' desks, a copier and a small kitchen area, with doors to three separate offices for senior staff leading off it. I could still hear the phone ringing, from the smallest of the three offices. This office was on the other side of the wall from where I'd just been sitting.
On stepping inside, the space was virtually empty. It had belonged to a Director who had retired a month or two previously, and all the furniture had been removed, save for a filing cabinet and a computer hard drive sitting on the floor. The phone was connected to the hard drive, and was still ringing.
I cancelled the call on my mobile, and looked around. The offices and corridor had all been in darkness until I stepped in, so clearly no-one had been moving around in the area. Besides, no-one would be working in here - aside from the lack of a desk, the hard drive on the floor had no monitor or keyboard.
If the phone handset in this office had been silent the first time I dialled, then whenever someone picked up I would have assumed that there was a crossed wire somewhere causing the number to ring out to a different phone somewhere else entirely. But it
had rung before being answered, twice. Was there some sort of intermittent fault? I dialled the number again on my mobile, and the handset before me began to ring. I then reversed the process and used the phone on the floor to dial my mobile number, and it connected and began ringing, showing the correct number on the caller ID display.
Mildly creeped out by the abandoned office, and suddenly aware of how alone I was, I slunk back to my own desk. I didn't know enough about the system to understand if it was possible for an intermittent fault to do what seemed to have happened. But it seemed to be working ok now, so I didn't add it to my list.
I quickly finished off the rest of the list, and skedaddled. As I signed out down by the guards' room, I asked if there was anyone else working in the building. I was assured there was not.
To be fair, I didn't give this episode very much thought afterwards, chalking it up to some weird teething issues on a new network. The new system worked ok, and before long I moved out of the support office to a junior management post - still on the third floor, though.
A little over a year ago, I was walking along a corridor on the far side of the third floor, on my way back from a meeting. There are pairs of fire doors fitted at intervals along the corridors, and these are fitted with self-openers activated by a wall-mounted button. Ostensibly installed for the benefit of staff with mobility issues, the self-openers render the doors so heavy to open that most staff just push the buttons as they approach the doors as a matter of course.
As I rounded a corner, I could clearly see one single door of the pair about 20 yards in front of me begin to slowly swing open as I approached. There was no one else around to have pressed the button ahead of me, and even if there had been, I would have been able to see them further up the corridor as the fire doors are glazed. But I was the only person in the corridor.
Now, not initially seeming like really a weird thing - they're meant to open in pairs, but sometimes they don't. It's just about possible that there was a fault with the button, except for the fact that the self-openers are enormously noisy and jerky in operation. This door opened
completely silently and smoothly as I approached.
As stated, the mechanism is immensely heavy and makes the door very, very difficult to open if you try to push or pull it manually without pressing the button. There was no possibility that it could have swung open of its own accord, or been blown by the wind (there was no air movement). As I drew closer, the door snapped shut again, as if released. Warily, I pressed the wall button and both doors groaned into life and opened with their customary electric motor whirring and clunking.
It may or may not be relevant, but these doors are adjacent to the directors' offices, where the odd phone incident happened a few years previously.
Puzzled, I jotted it down in my diary, just as a reminder - just around 4.30pm on Thursday 27 Feb 2020. The same time of day as the picked-up phonecall.
Obviously, a few weeks later everything went a bit weird with COVID-19, and the building was shuttered while staff were instructed to work from home.
I called into the office in early May to pick up some files, and again in September to return said files. There was no one else on the third floor on either occasion, and the offices did seem a little creepy - but I put this down to not having been anywhere for some months, coupled with a general sense of unease at how quiet the normally-busy office building was.
I wasn't back in again until December, trying to resolve a printer network issue. On arrival, the open plan office on the third floor was empty, but the lights were on and I could see some PCs switched on across a couple of desk pods, so clearly some staff were about.
I was busy at my desk, and still wearing my long coat along with a dark facemask, when the door from the corridor swung open, and three staff members from another team ambled in with takeaway coffee cups. One of them, on perceiving me, gave a startled yelp, then looked closer and laughed, muttering to her companions, "Oooh, I thought that was the ghost for a second!"
Another of the staff chuckled as well, "No, sure the ghost's down the other end." He indicated the darkened far end of the room; down where my old desk used to be - that one that backed on to the disused Director's office.
They wandered back to their desks and, although I wanted to ask them to elaborate, I couldn't work out how to raise the topic without seeming weird. (I didn't really know them; as I said it's a big office and they're not in my unit).
Then, last Thursday, I was back in trying to fix the print issue again… and saw this pinned to the wall.
Well, okay then.
Maybe I had better start asking around... starting with John.