Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-30373618-20161031231847

I submitted this story to this website to get some feedback and help me practice my writing skills, however it was deleted fairly quickly. The post left on my talk page said this was the proper place to do stuff like that, so I thought I should  try it again here.

This is my first time using this site (well, second now) so I would like to apologise in advance for any mistakes that I have made. The thing is I have this story, that I have posted in some different places but not where I could get a lot of thoughts and feedback on it. Now I have never been the best writer, so I can't promise this will be very well written. I also can't promise it will be 2spooky4u, probably more like 1spooky3u... But what I can promise is that everything I have written on this page will be the absolute truth. So, without further ado, let me begin.

Let me start with a little background. When I was starting my first year of college I had a part-time job in the local grocery store. I worked in the meat department, mostly packaging and pricing the meat but I would also do the cleanup when I worked the closing shift. I liked working the closing shift, even though I had to be there a half hour after closing, because things were usually a lot calmer and I just had to make sure things were good to go for tomorrow.

So one night, one the last half hour of my shift, I was just finishing up a bunch of odd jobs. You know the ones, the ones that always exist even though they only take 1-5 minutes. I walked into the back of the store and I saw, out of the corner of my eye but yet clear as day, a man in a butchers jacket walk into the back the meat department. This to me was a little unusual, but nothing to weird. I figured it most have been the butcher, who was also my manager, stopping in to do some sort of important boss-stuff.

I thought that I should walk inside and see if there was anything he needed me to do. But when I did, there was no one else in the room. I checked the back, colder, room and he wasn't there. But I had seen it, clear as day. I even looked around the store. The only people there was me, the closing manager, and a couple of people from the grocery department. None of them would have had reason to put on a butchers jacket and walk into the meat room. Even if they were just trying to mess with me, they couldn't have just disappeared.

The next day I talked to one of the girls who worked in the grocery department (she believed in supernatural stuff). She told me about the ghosts that "lived" in the store. Apparently there was a couple of little girls who hanged around in the leisure department, a man who wandered between the receiving room and the deli and a couple of others. But none of them sounded like the man I saw that night. To this day I don't have a good explanation. What was it? Is it still there?

I wish I could say I had seen this man again, or signs of his existence. I mean sure, sometimes weird stuff would happen, like boxes falling over when they shouldn't or placing a knife down on one table and finding it somewhere else. But never anything I couldn't explain away, except for what I saw that night. If it existed it either didn't want me to know, or couldn't tell me. But it makes me wonder, if this spirit was real, how many more are out there? How many of these people are just wandering around, trying not to be seen. I mean if I found one in a grocery store, who's to say their couldn't be others somewhere else, or everywhere for that matter. We could be living in a world controlled by spirits, and not even know it.

So thank you for taking the time to read through my little story, I hope you have found some enjoyment out of it. I am looking foreword to hear what you guys have to say about it. Also, if you have ever had a similar experience, please, let me know. Leave a comment or even send me a link to your story, if you'd like.I am still very muck a sceptic but this little thing has helped me to open my mind a little more. 