Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

My father is a security guard at NASA Plumbrook in Sandusky,Ohio.

Both my father and I are believers in ghosts and the supernatural. But that doesn’t contribute to the thought of my father being biased. He is a very honest man and is by no means “loony” or “stupid”.

About thirty years ago, testing was being run in, as I call it “the Baker Building”. A man whose first name is said to be swept up in the sands of time had the last name of “Baker”. He was in his mid fifties when he died. He suffered a heart attack and fell down a set of stairs. I stood where he once lay dead. Chills ran down my spine and I couldn’t help but feel sadness and guilt.

One night my father was patrolling the building and heard faint music. He went to the room of origin of the rhythmic sound to discover that a radio was left on. He figured someone was trying to scare him (everyone knew about Mr. Baker) or maybe somebody just left it on and forgot to turn it off.

My father walked across the room to turn off the music – but it was unplugged! My father worked there for nearly two decades at the time and simply chuckled and set down the radio. It played for another few minutes then stopped. Mr. Baker always loved music. And most likely still does…

Hey, I’m Nicky Garcia. I’m thirteen years old and hope you enjoyed my story. My father swears this story to be true and I took his word for it. You should too.

Written by Nicky Garcia Copyright 2007