Post by tt on Sept 18, 2005 14:50:47 GMT -5
It's been um teen years since we had to provide cigarettes for the indigent Patients at the Hospital I work at.
Back in the old days an hour or so of our time was spent each night, rolling cigarettes for the Pts. who couldn't afford to buy their own.
Needless to say these rolled cigs, didn't have anything more than tobacco, and the paper they were rolled with.
We were provided with a rolling machine that produced 1 cig at a time. Each night we had to roll 100 cigs, for the indigent Pts.. That is not to say they each Pt. would get 100 cigs. They didn't! They got maybe 1 cig before or after each meal, and one at night.
Anyway one night I was rolling cigs at a desk, with my back to the hallway. This left me at a disadvantage if any violent Pt. would approach me and attack me. It would be very difficult to defend my self, with my legs tucked in under the desk, and my back to them.
So I kept my eyes peeled to my back, using my peripheral vision to scout out any movement behind me.
I sat across the hall from one of the most violent men we had at the time. And he was the type to take advantage of a situation like this, to attack an unsuspecting staff person. Though thankfully he was in bed asleep at the time. However he still posed a threat to me if he should get up. So I was very mindful of noises and movements behind me.
As I neared the 90th cigarette that I had rolled that night, I spied in my left peripheral vision a man standing just out of arms reach for me, to my left shoulder. He was dressed in khaki colored canvas shoes, and khaki colored slacks. I kept my eye trained on his feet, so I could detect any forward movement, and try to fend off any attack if that's what he had in mind for me.
Also I thought if I jumped up abruptly showing him how frightened I was by his presence, that he would think I was a coward and an easy target to attack.
So I just watched him.
I finished my last cigarette #100. And packed up my supplies to put back in the office. I decided it was time to confront the Pt. and ask what it is they wanted, that they had stood behind me long enough without saying anything.
Keeping my eyes trained on his feet I turned in my chair. And as I did I scanned up his legs, but when I got to his knees, there was no body above it, and when I glanced back down to his feet they had disappeared too!
This was the 2 nd occurrence I had, of seeing a Partial Apparition. But this would not be the last time I saw or heard of this khaki colored Ghost!
More stories to come!
Hold tight!~
TT
Back in the old days an hour or so of our time was spent each night, rolling cigarettes for the Pts. who couldn't afford to buy their own.
Needless to say these rolled cigs, didn't have anything more than tobacco, and the paper they were rolled with.
We were provided with a rolling machine that produced 1 cig at a time. Each night we had to roll 100 cigs, for the indigent Pts.. That is not to say they each Pt. would get 100 cigs. They didn't! They got maybe 1 cig before or after each meal, and one at night.
Anyway one night I was rolling cigs at a desk, with my back to the hallway. This left me at a disadvantage if any violent Pt. would approach me and attack me. It would be very difficult to defend my self, with my legs tucked in under the desk, and my back to them.
So I kept my eyes peeled to my back, using my peripheral vision to scout out any movement behind me.
I sat across the hall from one of the most violent men we had at the time. And he was the type to take advantage of a situation like this, to attack an unsuspecting staff person. Though thankfully he was in bed asleep at the time. However he still posed a threat to me if he should get up. So I was very mindful of noises and movements behind me.
As I neared the 90th cigarette that I had rolled that night, I spied in my left peripheral vision a man standing just out of arms reach for me, to my left shoulder. He was dressed in khaki colored canvas shoes, and khaki colored slacks. I kept my eye trained on his feet, so I could detect any forward movement, and try to fend off any attack if that's what he had in mind for me.
Also I thought if I jumped up abruptly showing him how frightened I was by his presence, that he would think I was a coward and an easy target to attack.
So I just watched him.
I finished my last cigarette #100. And packed up my supplies to put back in the office. I decided it was time to confront the Pt. and ask what it is they wanted, that they had stood behind me long enough without saying anything.
Keeping my eyes trained on his feet I turned in my chair. And as I did I scanned up his legs, but when I got to his knees, there was no body above it, and when I glanced back down to his feet they had disappeared too!
This was the 2 nd occurrence I had, of seeing a Partial Apparition. But this would not be the last time I saw or heard of this khaki colored Ghost!
More stories to come!
Hold tight!~
TT
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