Randsom
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I decontaminate houses that have meth, mold, fentanyl, viruses and more of the ilk. As you can guess I have come across haunts and abandoned satanic belongings at these projects as well as some disgusting sexual fetishes, and lets not forget to mention the drugs. First I'll take you to Ogden, Utah. Where both my coworker and myself witnessed a shadow apparition.
We had been working on this duplex for a couple days now and we had removed the trash and carpets to prepare the place to be sprayed with decon solution. My coworker, LJ, wanted to start spraying in the bottom unit and I took the top. Each unit had three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a good sized living room, and kitchen. The method we use to spray the solution is with a paint sprayer. They are pretty loud and make the air pretty misty while we spray, and because the chemical we use can be pretty irritating to the skin, LJ would wear a black hooded jacket while spraying to keep the mist off his skin. I had started spraying down the hall in one of the smaller bedrooms and because of the heavy mist, its difficult to see clearly especially with our full face respirators on. While pausing for a second to wipe my face piece so I could see, I saw somebody dressed in a black hood pass by the doorway toward the end of the hall. It was confusing to me because the hallway dead ends and there is no exit that way. I thought it was LJ, it must've been him because LJ also wears a black hoodie. It was only after I walked out into the hall to ask him what he wanted when I realized I could still hear LJ's sprayer running downstairs. The sprayers only run then the trigger of the spray gun is pulled. So naturally I'm completely confused. I walked out and down to the bottom unit when LJ's sprayer stops and LJ opens the door right as I was about to, and in a voice muffled by the respirator he asks me what i needed. "That's what I was gonna ask you," I said as I took off my mask. "What did you need when you came up?" LJ gave me a puzzled look and said he only stopped because he saw me walking inside the unit he was in.
"Tell me truthfully, what was I wearing?" I asked him.
"A black hoodie." Was his answer.
"What am I wearing now?" I added.
I was not wearing a black hoodie. I had a light blue long sleeve shirt. No hood.
I then told him what I saw when I was spraying, and why I thought it was LJ. A man in a black hoodie. To this day I still don't know who or what it was but we both saw it and we couldn't wait to finish that project.
You ready for the next story?
LJ had quit and moved on to another job, he said this job was too stressful. The new guy, lets call him Jim, and I were at his first project. A house that was over one hundred years old in the good ol' city of Tooele (to-willa), also in the state of Utah. This place had four levels. Fortunately only the basement, the first floor and the duct system was contaminated. The second floor and attic apartment were spared. We did have to lay down plastic to protect the carpet next to the heating and return vents.
Up in the attic apartment was a very old, ugly looking, orange reclining arm chair. Of which I placed a large piece of plastic to cover it. I finished covering the floor and went back downstairs. I showed Jim how to cover the carpets on the stairs and the second floor and then went to the basement to start cutting into the ceilings so we can get into the duct work to clean it out. We got all our holes cut and swept and then packed up and left for the day. Whenever we get back to a job we always check all the rooms to see if any tweeker squatters had broken in. I took the basement and main floor and Jim checked the upstairs levels. When he came back down he asked me how the chair was. "Was it comfy?"
"I wouldn't know. That's a weird question," I answered.
"Then come see." Jim motioned for me to follow him and we went upstairs.
The plastic I had covered the chair with was nowhere to be found and the chair was reclined back with the foot rest up.
"Hmm, that's weird." "You didn't do it?" I asked him.
"Nope."
"Huh." I had no answers for him.
At this point in my whole career I had seen it all and wasn't surprised by a chair moving by itself. But Jim wasn't amused. I closed the chair up and found the plastic down on the second floor in one of the bedrooms with the door closed. Still weird but not alarming. Like I said, I'm used to it.
We went back down and continued to work.
Later I handed Jim a cordless drill and asked him to please remove and bring down all the vent coverings. I heard him go up one set if stairs and then the second and then the sound of rushed steps down the second stairs again and back down to the basement, there he was with a look as if he'd seen a ghost.
"Come here!" he gasped between breaths.
I followed him up to the attic apartment, again, and the plastic was off of the chair, again, and the chair was reclined with the footrest up, again. "Did you do this?" Jim asked pointing at the ugly chair.
"Nope, been downstairs the whole time," I said and Jim didn't like my answer. "You can tell me," he begged.
"Look, why would I try to scare you on your first week on the job. I'm not doing this and its probably just the chair, its probably broken. I replaced the plastic and put the chair back how it was. I could tell Jim was a little annoyed but that was not my fault.
I set up the pressure sprayer so we could clean out the ducts and I was attaching the hose when I heard a loud bump coming from upstairs. I checked to see where Jim was and he was out at the truck getting some water. I went and grabbed one of our electromagnetic radiation detectors and asked Jim to follow me.
We went all the way upstairs and sure enough, the chair was uncovered and reclined with the footrest up.
"No way," cries Jim as he ripped off his hat.
" How is this possible?"
I closed up the chair again. I wanted to test something. I turned on the EMR detector and held it next to the chair. There is always some kind of EM radiation around us and this device will alert you if the EM radiation is at unhealthy levels. The detector started beeping and increased in tempo the closer it got. Then the numbers on the display spiked and then the chair suddenly reclined and the footrest shot out.
"Nope!!!" Jim turned quickly and rushed down the stairs. I chuckled a little at him as I also turned to leave and the EMR detector quieted and I shut it off.
Jim would not go upstairs for any reason. That's fine, I can do that part of the work. But things seemed to be bothering him more. He'd jump at birds flying by the window, or just me walking into a room. But it all came to a peak when we were almost done power washing the ducts out.
Jim was upstairs covering a hole from above as I sprayed his direction from below. I stopped spraying and I asked if he could gather the bigger pieces if debris I had pushed his direction while I brought the vacuum up. I was climbing up the stairs from the basement when I heard Jim scream, " LET GO, RAND, LET GO OF ME!"
That's when I turned the corner and saw Jim struggling in the opening he had been covering before. He was shoulder deep and bracing himself from going any further down the vent opening.
"What's going on?" I yelled back and Jim's look of annoyance turned to terror when he saw me standing behind him and he let out a horrified scream. Then he suddenly jerked free and ran outside.
I followed and asked him over and over many times what happened. He revealed his arm and I saw a red mark around his wrist. A hand mark maybe?
"What happened?" He finally told me. While he was gathering the bigger pieces if debris from the vent he was grabbed around the wrist and pulled into the hole. He first thought was it was me pranking him but he was more horrified when I was standing behind him while being pulled down. He was beyond freaked.
I packed up the valuable tools, we got in the truck and finished the day. My dad is the boss and owner of the company so I just told him Jim was pretty sick, and he had started throwing up at the project. I finished the job and Jim returned to work at the next project.
I can say today that Jim lasted about four years and quit. I've been working here for 20 years and have tons of weird, unexplainable experiences. Some supernatural, others were just some methhead stuck in a tiny basement window trying to get in.
Whatever the case, I've been prepared and sometimes lucky when handling both ghost and tweeker. I'm still alone and can confess the strange has continued at some but not all of the houses or buildings I go to.
We had been working on this duplex for a couple days now and we had removed the trash and carpets to prepare the place to be sprayed with decon solution. My coworker, LJ, wanted to start spraying in the bottom unit and I took the top. Each unit had three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a good sized living room, and kitchen. The method we use to spray the solution is with a paint sprayer. They are pretty loud and make the air pretty misty while we spray, and because the chemical we use can be pretty irritating to the skin, LJ would wear a black hooded jacket while spraying to keep the mist off his skin. I had started spraying down the hall in one of the smaller bedrooms and because of the heavy mist, its difficult to see clearly especially with our full face respirators on. While pausing for a second to wipe my face piece so I could see, I saw somebody dressed in a black hood pass by the doorway toward the end of the hall. It was confusing to me because the hallway dead ends and there is no exit that way. I thought it was LJ, it must've been him because LJ also wears a black hoodie. It was only after I walked out into the hall to ask him what he wanted when I realized I could still hear LJ's sprayer running downstairs. The sprayers only run then the trigger of the spray gun is pulled. So naturally I'm completely confused. I walked out and down to the bottom unit when LJ's sprayer stops and LJ opens the door right as I was about to, and in a voice muffled by the respirator he asks me what i needed. "That's what I was gonna ask you," I said as I took off my mask. "What did you need when you came up?" LJ gave me a puzzled look and said he only stopped because he saw me walking inside the unit he was in.
"Tell me truthfully, what was I wearing?" I asked him.
"A black hoodie." Was his answer.
"What am I wearing now?" I added.
I was not wearing a black hoodie. I had a light blue long sleeve shirt. No hood.
I then told him what I saw when I was spraying, and why I thought it was LJ. A man in a black hoodie. To this day I still don't know who or what it was but we both saw it and we couldn't wait to finish that project.
You ready for the next story?
LJ had quit and moved on to another job, he said this job was too stressful. The new guy, lets call him Jim, and I were at his first project. A house that was over one hundred years old in the good ol' city of Tooele (to-willa), also in the state of Utah. This place had four levels. Fortunately only the basement, the first floor and the duct system was contaminated. The second floor and attic apartment were spared. We did have to lay down plastic to protect the carpet next to the heating and return vents.
Up in the attic apartment was a very old, ugly looking, orange reclining arm chair. Of which I placed a large piece of plastic to cover it. I finished covering the floor and went back downstairs. I showed Jim how to cover the carpets on the stairs and the second floor and then went to the basement to start cutting into the ceilings so we can get into the duct work to clean it out. We got all our holes cut and swept and then packed up and left for the day. Whenever we get back to a job we always check all the rooms to see if any tweeker squatters had broken in. I took the basement and main floor and Jim checked the upstairs levels. When he came back down he asked me how the chair was. "Was it comfy?"
"I wouldn't know. That's a weird question," I answered.
"Then come see." Jim motioned for me to follow him and we went upstairs.
The plastic I had covered the chair with was nowhere to be found and the chair was reclined back with the foot rest up.
"Hmm, that's weird." "You didn't do it?" I asked him.
"Nope."
"Huh." I had no answers for him.
At this point in my whole career I had seen it all and wasn't surprised by a chair moving by itself. But Jim wasn't amused. I closed the chair up and found the plastic down on the second floor in one of the bedrooms with the door closed. Still weird but not alarming. Like I said, I'm used to it.
We went back down and continued to work.
Later I handed Jim a cordless drill and asked him to please remove and bring down all the vent coverings. I heard him go up one set if stairs and then the second and then the sound of rushed steps down the second stairs again and back down to the basement, there he was with a look as if he'd seen a ghost.
"Come here!" he gasped between breaths.
I followed him up to the attic apartment, again, and the plastic was off of the chair, again, and the chair was reclined with the footrest up, again. "Did you do this?" Jim asked pointing at the ugly chair.
"Nope, been downstairs the whole time," I said and Jim didn't like my answer. "You can tell me," he begged.
"Look, why would I try to scare you on your first week on the job. I'm not doing this and its probably just the chair, its probably broken. I replaced the plastic and put the chair back how it was. I could tell Jim was a little annoyed but that was not my fault.
I set up the pressure sprayer so we could clean out the ducts and I was attaching the hose when I heard a loud bump coming from upstairs. I checked to see where Jim was and he was out at the truck getting some water. I went and grabbed one of our electromagnetic radiation detectors and asked Jim to follow me.
We went all the way upstairs and sure enough, the chair was uncovered and reclined with the footrest up.
"No way," cries Jim as he ripped off his hat.
" How is this possible?"
I closed up the chair again. I wanted to test something. I turned on the EMR detector and held it next to the chair. There is always some kind of EM radiation around us and this device will alert you if the EM radiation is at unhealthy levels. The detector started beeping and increased in tempo the closer it got. Then the numbers on the display spiked and then the chair suddenly reclined and the footrest shot out.
"Nope!!!" Jim turned quickly and rushed down the stairs. I chuckled a little at him as I also turned to leave and the EMR detector quieted and I shut it off.
Jim would not go upstairs for any reason. That's fine, I can do that part of the work. But things seemed to be bothering him more. He'd jump at birds flying by the window, or just me walking into a room. But it all came to a peak when we were almost done power washing the ducts out.
Jim was upstairs covering a hole from above as I sprayed his direction from below. I stopped spraying and I asked if he could gather the bigger pieces if debris I had pushed his direction while I brought the vacuum up. I was climbing up the stairs from the basement when I heard Jim scream, " LET GO, RAND, LET GO OF ME!"
That's when I turned the corner and saw Jim struggling in the opening he had been covering before. He was shoulder deep and bracing himself from going any further down the vent opening.
"What's going on?" I yelled back and Jim's look of annoyance turned to terror when he saw me standing behind him and he let out a horrified scream. Then he suddenly jerked free and ran outside.
I followed and asked him over and over many times what happened. He revealed his arm and I saw a red mark around his wrist. A hand mark maybe?
"What happened?" He finally told me. While he was gathering the bigger pieces if debris from the vent he was grabbed around the wrist and pulled into the hole. He first thought was it was me pranking him but he was more horrified when I was standing behind him while being pulled down. He was beyond freaked.
I packed up the valuable tools, we got in the truck and finished the day. My dad is the boss and owner of the company so I just told him Jim was pretty sick, and he had started throwing up at the project. I finished the job and Jim returned to work at the next project.
I can say today that Jim lasted about four years and quit. I've been working here for 20 years and have tons of weird, unexplainable experiences. Some supernatural, others were just some methhead stuck in a tiny basement window trying to get in.
Whatever the case, I've been prepared and sometimes lucky when handling both ghost and tweeker. I'm still alone and can confess the strange has continued at some but not all of the houses or buildings I go to.
