The Nice Old Lady

I had been working in inner city Dublin renovating an old three story house. I was doing the roofing end of it. It was very late and my supervisor/co-worker Jim asked me to finish off felting the roof because he wanted to get back to his wife for a drink since it was supposed to be his day off. I agreed and kept on working and Jim left me alone. I needed to get another roll of felt from my van after using up some on the roof so I went down to get some. I trotted down the steps to the second floor where I saw an old woman who must have been a resident. She had a very old fashioned night dress on and seemed nice. "Working hard young man?" she said to me and I said, "Yes" jokingly. We small talked for a bit and I thought she was nice. All of a sudden she then pointed to a bent rail on the stair case of that floor and said innocently "That's where my husband hung himself". I got the shakes when she said that and thought to myself "Fuck this I'm out of here". I worked up some bullshit excuse why I had to go so she waved me goodbye and I got out of there as fast as I can and went home.

The next morning I got a phone call from Jim. "Why didn't you finish off the roof last night?" he said confused. I told him that I saw an old woman and told him what she said to me. "That could not have happened, you must've been seeing things" he said. I insisted that it happened and said that she was there clear as you or me and he just said "That building has been used as offices for the last seventy years".

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Credited to Bazzare

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