A Haunted Story

There is this small corner of a large room where a dark cabinet sits atop a cold, peeling, granite floor. The many misplaced drawers look like a maze biding passerby's to open the labyrinth inside. The plant perched to the left stretches its palms straining to reach beyond its bounds. Get close enough and a sheen of corroded salt may blind the sight for a moment, causing a stumble into cobwebs.

On a particularly gloomy day, I was asked to clean in this corner. There were stains on the cold, peeling, granite. Red stains, stains the resembled blood, spastically placed all over the floor. My mind quickly jumped to the easiest solution, the men must have dripped paint. Armed with my supplies I got on my hands and knees to scrub. After an hour of scrubbing I was satisfied with my removal of the stain and skuttled off.

A week later, I was called back to the same spot and asked why I hadn't cleaned the stains off the floor. They were back. I again, repeated the process, scrubbing and cleaning. I was sure this time, it was blood, from where I do not know. Maybe someone had cut themselves? More than once?

The next day, the spots were back and in different arrangement. A shiver sent down my spine as I realized that whatever was doing this was repeatedly crossing this path, and continually dripping.

I informed my boss that these spots where coming back every time I scrubbed them off. Was she cut? Did she know were they coming from? She informed me of the 'bleeding ghost lady' that often haunted residents, or so she had read.

I tried to remove all those thoughts out of my clouded mind and soon forgot about the blood stains, although I avoided the blood corner.

Until today, when watering the plants I noticed a huge puddle of water right next to the blood stains. I thought it odd as no one had been here all weekend, and why would somone just dump a bucket of water on the floor? I got spooked a bit, thinking this corner really WAS haunted, with the blood and water mysteriously materializing on the floor. I turned to walk away quickly, and I swear to you, when I passed by the sliding glass door, I saw the reflection of a woman looking directly at me.

Booooooooo! Happy Halloween! (this story is completely true, but whether or not I saw myself in the sliding glass door is for you to decide.....)