Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

A few years ago, my mother worked as a caterer for Aspen Catering. Every morning, she worked the ‘early-bird’ shift and came around three in the morning and got ready for any orders they received. As she would set up, she felt like she was being watched. She would brush it off thinking it was her boss and would teasingly say, “Pam, I’m here. You don’t have to watch me like a hawk! Look, I’m only taking one grape.” After awhile, she would get back to work as gospel music played out her radio, forgetting about what just happened.

As she was finishing a recent order, she left to go to the employee desks and logged in to her computer to send an invoice to the client. As the sound of typing echoed through the small building, she heard talking coming from the event room, rushed talking as if somebody forgot an important part of an order. It sounded like a man and a women bickering about something. As soon as she stopped to listen, silence. Getting up, my mom marched over to the event room and opened the sliding doors only to find the place empty. It puzzled her so she went to a fellow employee, one who also worked the early shift. The woman agreed, saying she heard it too. She also said that she could hear a baby crying from the storage room. Together, she came up with a story about what it might have been.

They thought that the man was the boss and the woman an employee. They believed that the man had an affair with his employee and got her pregnant. They would argue about what to do. Would she keep the baby or have an abortion? My mother thought she had the baby and kept it with her, thus the constant crying.

After a few months, things seemed to calm down. My mom didn’t hear the yelling or the crying and felt at peace. It was around Christmas time, so my mom set up a manger scene above her desk. When she came back, she was furious to see that the people were re-arranged and that baby Jesus had been moved out of the manger. She quickly put them back in their place before she flipped her lid, “How dare you! Go ahead and talk and yell, but don’t insult the Lord! If you’re stuck here because you worry for the company, we are fine! We’re above our quota, we have loyal customers, plenty of great employees, and we work hard! You don’t need to worry. Go ahead and rest in peace.”

She hasn’t heard from the ghostly lovers and the baby since then.

Sent in by Kimberly Christenson, Copyright 2011