(Written by Chris Warford, Copyright 2008)
"Over 8 years ago, I was employed at a place called "Custom Air Trays". They manufactured cremation supplies and caskets, supplying the local funeral homes. I made countless deliveries to many funeral homes around the area, but one particular delivery is forever burnt into my memory...
After parking behind the funeral home that I have delivered to several times before, I began to unload supplies onto a casket cart. I then opened the double doors to the storage area and pushed in the cart.
A lady, dressed in a long brown dress and brown plaid shirt (looked straight out of the 80′s) stood behind a table holding a styrofoam coffee cup (I figured she worked there and was on break). I pushed the cart further in just past the woman and asked her, “Is this a good place for me to put these trays?”
I received no answer and figured she didn’t hear me. I unloaded and went back outside for the second load. Once again, I pushed the cart inside just past the woman, and again I asked her, “Is this a good place for me to put these trays?” Again she didn’t answer, so I turned around to speak to her again, but she was gone.
She was no more then a few feet from me when I passed her. There was only one entrance in and out of that room. I ran out of the room, hoping to catch her just outside the door... but she was nowhere to be found! I quickly realized what I had just experienced, and immediately jumped into my van and fled back to work with no paperwork signed, and scared out of my mind!
My coworkers had a good laugh that day at my expense. A few weeks later, I made a delivery to the same funeral home and spoke with the director to tell him my story. All he had to say was, “You should see what goes on here at night!”
"Years ago, we lived in an old building that at one time, was a funeral home. It was not uncommon to hear strange noises and things at all times of the day. The first summer we were there, my daughter was just a baby. I had just laid her down for a nap and laid down on the couch for a quick nap myself. After just a few minutes, I heard a man's voice calling my name. I got up and looked around, but saw no one. Laying back down, I heard him calling my name again, but this time, louder and more demanding. I got up and went to look in my daughter's room. She had pulled the blankets up over her head and couldn't breathe. I firmly believe that it was the man who had shot himself in the basement years before, warning me about my daughter. To this day, there are still caskets and vaults down stairs. They also still have the embalming table that was used for the funeral home. My daughter also says that she would see people walking past her door every night dressed in period clothes. This continued until we moved out after 8 years."
"Peek-a-BOO!
I see WHO?!"
"One night, my friends & I were cruisin' downtown in my 91 Buick (total piece of crap) which is a big ol' boat of a car, so it is very VERY hard to push, when all of the sudden, the car started to shake very violently & then stalled. I tried to crank the key not once, but three or four times, but the engine was dead silent (it wouldn't even turn over when I cranked the key). It was only about 9:00 or 9:30 PM when this happened, and none of us had a cell phone so we were obviously going to have to walk for help. We got out of the car, turned on the hazard lights, and pushed it to the curb. Then we started walking in search of a phone. It was kind of a rainy night, which made it even worse.
We walked down a couple blocks, and the only place in sight that could even possibly let us use their phone was a funeral home and by that point, it was pouring rain so we really had no other option.
All four of us jogged up to the doors of the funeral home, shook what water we could off of ourselves and walked in the doors. A blonde woman in her 40's was sitting at the front desk. As soon as we walked in, she asked, "May I help you?" We told her our car died about two blocks away and this was the only place within walking distance to use a phone.
She sat and stared at us for a few seconds and finally said, "I can let you use the phone in the break room if you want to do that" then she took my friend Andy into the break room to use the phone.
While he was gone, the rest of us were waiting in the lobby trying to get warm. I was checking out all the pictures and stuff on the walls when I noticed the viewing rooms. I started to walk towards what I'm pretty sure was the chapel (it looked like a church) but I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw a tall, kind of husky man with a little white hair on his head, standing at the very front of the room.
He was dressed in a suit that almost looked vintage, like from the '70s or something. His eyes had heavy dark bags under them. I thought maybe he was a worker or something so I didn't really think much of it. I started to inch closer to the front of the room. He didn't move, he didn't even move his eyes. The closer I got, the paler he looked. It almost looked like he was transparent. All of the sudden, I got a very uneasy feeling and froze in the middle of the aisle. I had goose bumps on my arms now, but I couldn't move.
I finally got the nerve to move closer. He still didn't move, not a muscle. I stopped again. Just then I heard my friend say my name. I spun around as fast as I could because it scared me. She told me a tow truck was on its way and so was her mom. I nodded my head and turned to look at the man again, only to find he had disappeared! In the two seconds I had my back turned, he completely disappeared!
I walked up to the woman at the front desk and asked if there was a way to get out of the chapel in the front and she looked at me very puzzled and said,"No, the only way out is the doors you just came out of." then she asked me, "Why?"
I said, "The guy working here just scared the crap out of me."
She looked at me puzzled again and said, "Honey I'm the only one still here."
I couldn't believe it! I quickly thanked her and practically ran out of there! My friends asked what was wrong. I told them what had happened and they said they felt really uneasy just waiting in the lobby. We were all really, truly freaked out by this & I will never set foot in that place again!"
(Well...she may have to go back at least one more time...one day!) ;)
~Queenie~
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