sappatoti
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ORIGINAL: MasterNdorei C'mon, there have to be more ghost stories! Has anyone felt the presence of someone they loved who was recently deceased? Master's dorei My experience doesn't have anything to do with lost loved ones, but I guess it could be considered a ghost story. I must admit, though, I'm not one who's really interested proving or disproving the existence of these apparitions. I have a "live and let live" attitude with regards to anything of the supernatural realm. When I was a teen, I worked part time as the sexton of our church. The sanctuary was built in the early 1820's, but it was the third building on the site; an old fort dating back to the French and Indian wars. The previous two buildings were lost to fire -- the first during the actual war where soldiers and settlers died, the second in the early 1800's with no known deaths reported. Outside the sanctuary, all around the building, is the original cemetery for the old fort. The sanctuary had a choir loft along the rear wall and the pipe organ was located there. One panel of the woodwork was hinged to allow someone to crouch down and enter the base of the steeple, where the mechanics for the pipe organ were located. Further up in the steeple was an old 7-day mechanical, gravity powered clock that needed to be wound once per week. In the top 1/3 of the steeple was the clock faces on all four sides of the steeple. At the very top were the two bells. One day, I noticed that the four clock faces were no longer synchronized. As the sexton, it was my job to climb the timbers of the steeple to make the necessary adjustments. The mechanism was forged from cast iron and to make the adjustment, I had to basically do a hand-over-hand swinging action on the iron transmission, hanging over the open center portion of the steeple, to get to the center cluster of gears. Once there I could disengage the transmission for whichever face needed the adjustment, wait until the other faces caught up to the time displayed by the disengaged face, then reengage the transmission. It was during one of these clock face adjustments that I found myself loosing balance and beginning to slip off the center cluster. As I grabbed for the closest transmission bar, I felt a huge blast of air rush upwards that gave me enough of a moment to capture a transmission with both hands. Climbing down out of the steeple, I noticed that the hinged panel had closed, which was not a good thing. Once closed, the only way to open it was from the choir loft side. Pressing on the panel confirmed that it was indeed locked, so it was back up the steeple to the clock winding mechanism. That's where there was a hatch that lead out onto the steeply pitched, steel roof. Chickening out on that means of escape, I went back down to the organ works and that's when I saw it. It appeared as a thin veil of dust but didn't move as a cloud of dust normally would. It just kind of hung there, barely visible in the dim light of a single light bulb. The veil of dust then slowly moved towards the hinged panel and as it came into contact with the panel, I heard the sound of the latch opening and the panel swung open slightly. I just stood there in disbelief, but since the panel was now open, I wasn't going to hang around and find myself stuck in the steeple any longer. As I went out through the opening, I once again felt a bit of air move past me, but not as large as I had felt before. I turned around to see if anyone was around, but there wasn't another person in the building. After reporting my experiences with a few of the older members of the church, they nonchalantly said it was the ghost of so-and-so, and went about their business. I figured if they weren't concerned about my troubles in the steeple and were even more matter-of-fact about the mention of the ghost, I guess it was an accepted fact that something existed. Given how the organ worked, the blast of air I felt in the steeple could have come from someone turning on the massive bellows of the organ. However, no one was in the building at the time, and the bellows, when operating, were very definitely noticeable when in the steeple, which I didn't hear at the time of my near accident. As for the slight air movement I felt when I exited the steeple out onto the loft, it could have been an equalization of air between the two chambers. But I cannot explain the veil of dust nor its movements, for it moved in the direction of the steeple to the loft; opposite of the normal air movement when the hinged panel is open. Was my assistance in the steeple the work of a ghost? Who knows? Do I care? Not really. While it would be cool to try to communicate with it, I'm happy knowing that, if it is real, it possibly saved my life that day. I'm not going to question its motives or its existence.
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