The Ghosts of Employment Past

Wednesday nights are Ghost Hunters nights for me. Whenever I watch that show, though, it makes me feel nostalgic. Starting right after my Junior year in high school, I worked at this little cafe in my hometown. My boss always insisted that there were ghosts there. One of them, she assured us, was named Joey and was an 11 year old boy. I always chuckled at her stories, and it was nice to have something to blame when the ice machine made weird noises. Then last summer, I started really believing her. I had seen some strange things, but all of them had other explainations besides a ghost. Last year was the year that I started opening, and closing the cafe and there was a lot of the time when I was alone in the building. One evening I was getting the kitchen cleaned up, and the boss was up in her office and I heard someone say my name. It was really distant, but I heard someone say "Sam." I went up to see what Connie wanted, and she hadn't said anything. I shook it off and went back to what I was doing, and I heard my name again. I came to like Joey and sometimes I'd just ramble on when nobody was around, but I thought he might be there. One time he even reminded me of some glasses that I had forgotten to pick up by clanging them together. Now, I'm away from there and off to college, and I kind of miss Joey. It was nice to think that there might be someone listening when I needed to rant but nobody else was around. Now I'm living in the dorms that just got built, and I guarantee they weren't built on an Indian burial ground. That dorm's across campus. I miss the world of the paranormal, maybe it's why I watch Ghost Hunters. Here's to you Joey I hope the people who own the cafe next come to love you like we did.