Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

This is my second encounter that I want to document. I have told you the story of ‘My Haunted Home’. Again, let me start my story off with a piece of information. I have been told by several different people that I am probably sensitive to paranormal activity around me. Not so much as my mother, I know that she has spoken with spirits before, but give me my due. I’ve had my share.

I work for the Choctaw Nation of Oklahoma, a mere three minute drive from my home. We have a spirit residing in the store, whom we call ‘The Man in the Blue Shirt’. Being a fan of the Japanese culture, my self, I have started calling him ‘Aoi-san’, which I find more ‘cute’ and more simple than ‘The Man in the Blue Shirt’. So this is what I will call him in this story. ‘Aoi-san’ roughly means ‘Mr. Blue’.

My first experience was rather simple. I was in the Smoke Shop section, where he seems to enjoy being, around seven to eight. This was two years ago when I first started, and I remember the time because I was working up front and was the last to receive lunch break, which begins at seven, and it was dark out.

At the time, we had ‘Cherry Machines’ in the Smoke Shop, and the registers were separated by a counter that stretches from wall to wall. I was looking to see what we needed to stock in the Marlboro’s, when I saw out the corner of my eye a native American man in a blue shirt and khaki pants staring at me. It scared me, because I was supposed to be alone back there, and I thought a customer had gotten back there somehow. But when I turned to look, no one was there. I didn’t say anything to anyone about it, but I figured we were haunted. Sure enough, two days later, S (I won’t use their real names, because I’m sure they’d not agree to let me) said to the manager, ‘The Man in the Blue Shirt’s been acting up again. He’s been throwing cigarettes’. That’s when I knew that we were haunted. He’s a good spirit, though.

Another time, my supervisor, A, wrote me up over an incident with the women’s room, despite my pleas that what the customer had told her wasn’t entirely accurate. I was so angry at her, I went into the back on break, and I felt someone look at me from over my shoulder. I thought it was A looking at me, but it wasn’t. I looked several times, and the feeling never went away. Finally, I said aloud ‘Aoi-san, if this is you, I am glad you want to be here to keep me from being sad, but you’re scaring me by standing behind me. Could you please stand to the side, or to the front?’ As soon as I said that, the feeling moved to in front of me.

One day, we decided to scare one of the newer girls, P. K and myself told her that ‘Aoi-san is acting up’. We embellished the idea, of course, but P told us she didn’t believe in spirits, and we were crazy. About thirty minutes later, she was sitting on a crate, stocking Copenhagen Snuff, when a very heavy sign fell, missing her head by less than a half an inch. K and I watched it fall.

Another worker, T, told us that one day she and two others from first shift were standing at the door from the back into the register area, talking, when a carton of Marlboro’s floated off the shelf, straight out, and fell to the ground. They said ‘Aoi-san, please don’t do that!’

I leave you with one final story I know of our mischievous spirit to be true. We are wired with color cameras and crystal clear audio throughout the store. The Manager, the CEO, and the chief all have access to these from home and can watch us at any given moment. K was on third shift and was stocking the Pall Malls, when the phone rang. She answered it, and it was our former manager, M, calling and asking ‘K, why is there someone back there with you!?’ He was mad, thinking she’d let a customer in the back with her. K looked around, saying she didn’t see anyone. M was watching the cameras at that moment, watching K on the phone and look around. As she was watching, she could SEE Aoi-san standing there, when all at once, he vanished.

Keep in mind that despite my language in writing this, the story is true. I simply find it easier to convey my beliefs if I write in such a formal tone. It makes for far less misunderstanding.

Sent in by Layla, Copyright 2008 True Ghost Tales