As I was walking back from selecting a part from our inventory, I noticed a very, and I mean a very, cold area, or spot in one of the aisles where the parts were stored. I remember that I even got goosebumps up and down my arms. It was as if I had stepped inside a freezer. It was that cold.

I left the aisle and walked over to the front desk and asked the woman whose job it was to take down appointments about the cold spot. She responded by saying, “Oh, yeah, I know what you’re talking about, that area is always cold, but the coldness moves around the room. It could be a ghost, I think it’s a ghost but don’t mention it to the supervisor, he’s a born-again Christian. I asked him about it once and he told me I had to pray, etc. He said it all has to do with not believing in God and letting demons take control of my life. That was a mistake.” I then told her that I’d do as she advised. She then said, “But I know what you’re saying, I feel the presence of someone’s eyes following me all around the place. I know it’s not evil, I think it’s just a common, run-of-the-mill ghost. As long as he or she lets me do my job I’m fine with it staying in the back storage room, and not following me home.” I thought this was all interesting, but just a bunch of crazy talk.

I soon began to notice that the cold spots were not only in the parts department, but in the garage itself, and once in the back yard, where the cars needing repair were stored. It was strange to actually walk through a cold spot. In the back yard, there is just the open air yard, without a covering. So even on a bright and sunny day, when I’d walk through one, it would be a little bit of a shock.

The first real incident that got me thinking and even scared took place in the parts department’s storage room. I remember I was searching for a gasket for a 1990 Four-Runner. As I was squatting down and reaching for a box on the lowest shelve, I distinctly heard a man’s loud voice say, “I told you I’d get it for you!” I said, “What?” I quickly stood right up because I knew I was alone in the room. I turned around and looked between the aisles and spotted no one. I knew I was not imagining this, I actually heard a guy speak these words to me.

The second time I experienced something that I can say was a ghost was when I was once again in the back yard. It was during the middle of the day. I had just finished cleaning off a timing chain and had draped it over a drip pan to dry. I noticed that someone, a man about in his early 50s, was standing about 10, or 15 feet away from me against the cement wall of the building. Our eyes met and he just stood there glaring at me. Since I didn’t recognize him, I spoke, “Hey, you need something?” He took a puff of his cigarette, turned his head away from me and fell backward, disappearing into the wall!

I dropped my towel and shot out of there, back inside the garage! I was so scared, I think I almost could have shit myself! I went up to the bathroom and splashed water on my face and when I came out, I approached a fellow worker named Willy, to tell him about what I had just seen. I couldn’t keep this to my self, for my own sanity I had to share this with someone.