There were about 20 people on the seabus this morning when I headed in to work. Compared to the usuall 350 or so, it felt pretty surreal. At work, there are only three of us here, plus whoever is on the 8th floor today. It’s also quite surreal. I don’t really have any work to do, other than finish up the manual I’m writing for whoever they get to replace me. I never had a manual when I got here, I spent a few months just trying to figure everything out. It was challenging.
The elevator ghost just arrived. My desk, you see, faces the elevators for our floor. They are right in front of me. Every day, at random times, sometimes twice a day, sometimes more, one of the elevators arrives and opens. There is no one inside. The door then closes and the elevator either leaves or sits on this floor for a while.
I can see the buttons clearly – no one has called the elevator. One might think, if it happened on rare occasions, that someone just hit the wrong button on the panel when they meant to hit 7 or something. It doesn’t happen on rare occasions – it happens every day, and not at the same time every day.
This is why I have come to the conclusion that there is a ghost that likes to ride the elevators. It’s not even the same elevator every time – there are two.
Sometimes the balcony doors around the office get unlocked when no one has been through them, opened them, or otherwise touched them. The security alarm goes off for no reason in the middle of the night sometimes. The elevators like to visit. Sometimes the elevators bring very confused passengers with them – those times amuse me, when the elevator doors open and someone looks out at me with a thoroughly perplexed look on their face (you can’t go any higher than our floor in this elevator, so you know they were heading down and somehow went up.) They usually push the door-close button quickly.
So yeah. Just me, two other people, and the ghost.