So I've name changed for this, as it's a bit outing - and long - but if you could humour me on this one because I'm a bit scared.
My office used to be a residential care home for boys with behavioural needs. One of them very sadly committed suicide on the stairs. This is all documented and factual - the records of the home are currently embargoed (is that a word?) but should have been released about 10 years ago. They're still marked as restricted, which makes me think that there was some fairly grim stuff in them. On the same site was a "home for young unmarried mothers" previous but I'm not sure that's relevant.
Anyway as long as I've worked there "Jim" has been a standing joke (we don't really call him Jim, we call him by his proper name) in that he moves things about and stomps upstairs - to the point where we had CCTV put in upstairs because it's one of those old houses like a rabbit warren, so if there was someone upstairs you could have been looking for them for hours. We haven't minded him at all. Could do without him heaving box files at my colleagues, but there.
Anyway, we're having some significant - overdue- restoration work done. We reported jackdaws in the loft space at the beginning of the year because we could hear them scratching in and out, someone came to net, there were no birds and no signs of birds. Yesterday someone came to do the initial site inspection to start the restoration work, and there was a horrible smell of rotten fabric all day. (Like a wet dishcloth that's been left damp somewhere.) The area where the smell was strongest is completely tanked and there are no fabric fixtures or fittings. There is nothing to smell of rotten fabric in that part of the building. I noticed it, the cleaner noticed it, various colleagues noticed it - it wasn't imaginary. The contractor is going to take up the (solid, tanked to 2" up the walls) floor and look later this week.
I've sort of got into the habit of talking to Jim when I'm in the office by myself, so he knows I'm one of the good guys: he doesn't have to hurt me or frighten me, and I'd rather he didn't try and see me off. I'm sure there are rational explanations for all of it, but I can't help thinking even if there is no "Jim" there is, if you like, the spiritual imprint or echo of a lot of hurt, frightened, angry young boys who suffered horrible trauma in that place, and I don't know if I'm making it better or worse. "He" seems to be getting worse, and I don't like being in there on my own now. I worry that when the builders come in there is going to be some sort of an accident.
I know it's long and I am sorry for that. But I don't know what to do!
The paranormal
Work weirdness. Help.
Methwell · 24/05/2022 09:07
Finalcountdowntoourtripaway · 24/05/2022 09:10
I believe you op. Could a local church come and do a blessing? When my dgm moved her new house had an evil presence.. Even my non woo woo dm hated it! Her local church offered to do a blessing. Seemed to help.
Sharrowgirl · 24/05/2022 09:14
You don’t know what to do? Why do you need to do anything? Ghosts and spirits don’t exist and anything you think you’ve seen, heard or indeed smelt is a combination of a very old building and your suggestible human mind.
VintageGibbon · 24/05/2022 09:30
How do you know this? We scoff at the idea in the West but most cultures recognise and honour the spirits of the dead and believe they remain in other forms among us. The possibility exists.
Sharrowgirl · 24/05/2022 09:14
You don’t know what to do? Why do you need to do anything? Ghosts and spirits don’t exist and anything you think you’ve seen, heard or indeed smelt is a combination of a very old building and your suggestible human mind.
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