Real Life Paranormal

With J.L Addicoat

This happened in 1991/2. I was working as a Security Guard for a well known firm at the time. The buildings are in Spencer St. Melbourne.

Shortly after starting my job as Relief Guard, I was sent to a building for a night shift. I had already been through the onsite training and this was my second night going solo. There was another Guard on site. Patrols were staggered, and it was my turn to do the patrol of the floors.

            One particular floor had the hair rising on the back of my neck. I knew something was there, but not what. As I made my way through the floors and up the steps, the familiar feeling began. I walked through the door and saw a woman sitting at her desk. She looked up and nodded at me, as if to say hello, as I walked past.

            I don’t know what made me look around as I neared the rear door, but I did. My gaze was upon the door I had walked through to gain entry to the floor. As I watched, a well dressed young man, complete with top hat, materialized through the closed door, and walked toward the woman sitting at her desk. I called out, warning her she was about to feel extremely cold. She didn’t even look up.

            The gentleman turned toward me, tipped his hat, then turned again, walked through the woman and disappeared through the opposite wall. The woman hadn’t moved and continued reading documents at her desk.

            Leaving the floor, I completed my patrol and returned to the security room. I made myself a mug of coffee and sat down, stunned with what I had seen. The other guard asked me what had happened. I told him I had seen a ghost, walk through the door and out through the wall. He laughed.

            Yes, they all knew about the ghost but no one had seen her he told me. I assured him the ghost I saw wasn’t a woman, it was most definitely a man, wearing top hat and tails. He shook his head. The ghost he had been told about was a young woman who sat at a desk, always reading documents.

I sat back in disbelief. I hadn’t seen just one ghost that night, I’d seen two.

Jenny Addicoat writes as. J.L. Addicoat.

Living in a small country town, Jenny shares her home with her partner (Hubby) Kevin and two very spoilt felines.

She enjoys reading, writing of course, and gardening.

Real Life Paranormal

With J.L Addicoat

 

 

Manic Ghost at Old Queen Victoria Hospital 1980’s

The day had been long and boring. The job, mind a film crew shooting a Television Series inside the abandoned Queen Victoria Hospital.

Instruction were given that no one was to go beyond the ground floor as machinery had been removed from floors, leaving gaping holes in them.

With this being the last day, I was extremely thankful I wouldn’t be back for another shift. 12 hours sitting in an ATCO hut was enough for any person.

I had been hearing banging coming from the third floor for a while and questioned the foreman in charge of the filming crew if any of his crew or actors where on the third floor.

He checked back within the building and returned saying all personnel were accounted for.

As he turned to leave, the banging started again. He was dumbfounded as well.

When all personel had left and I was ready to lock up, he came out and suggested we scout the floor where the noise had been coming from. There were no elevators working, but the stairs were still climbable as long as you were careful.

We re-entered the building, and climbed the stairs to the third floor. As we approached the floor, the banging commenced again.

Opening the door, we were confronted with a hospital word full of beds and people in them. Visitors walking around and sitting beside beds. He grabbed my hand, (I’m not sure if it was for reassurance or to stop me high tailing it out of there.) and we proceeded through the ward. As we approached a door at the far end of the ward, everyone and everything vanished. Only an empty room, with the skeletons of old hospital beds leaning against the walls could be seen.

The banging sound had continued as we walked through the ward. He opened the door and we looked in.

It was another ward with beds, but only one patient. He was clothed in old style pyjama’s and was standing at the end of a metal bed, picking it up and slamming it back down again.

I called out to him and he turned around.

His face looked like a torture victim’s would look. Strained and somehow misshapen. He opened his mouth and shrieked. Not a scream, but a shriek. The man then came toward us at a fast rate. His feet didn’t touch the floor as he came at us. The foreman and myself looked at ach other slammed the door and ran, but not before I saw the letters which had been painted over – Psychiatric Ward.

We both ran down the stairs and out the open door. The Ghost didn’t appear to be following, but we were taking no chances. I secured the building and the ATCO hut and we both left.

I did make a report to my Boss when I returned the key, but a laugh was what I received.

Jenny Addicoat writes as. J.L. Addicoat.

Living in a small country town, Jenny shares her home with her partner (Hubby) Kevin and two very spoilt felines.

She enjoys reading, writing of course, and gardening.