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Ghosts 

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You may have been here at the Station, maybe for dinner, a play, a concert, a wedding reception ​to visit the museums, for Witch Stock or Night at The Museum.

You go into the rest room and hear some one in the stall next to you say something.

 You can't quite understand, so you ask them to repeat.

 You hear them speak but it's all mumbled.  

You assume they need toilet paper, so you grab a handful and offer it under the stall wall.

shuffling noises like shoes moving across the stall floor are heard.  But shoes  are not where you can see them.  You wait with your hand under the stall wall, No one takes the paper from your hand so you drop it. "Well ok that wasn't what they wanted."   You tell yourself.

Finishing your business, you leave the stall.  


You walk to the sink and realize the door to the stall next to yours is open.   All the stalls are open. You swear THAT one was closed when you came in,  but it could just have been your imagination. 

       Feeling someone is watching you from THAT stall you keep an eye on it in the mirror while washing your hands.   "Ok, I have just freaked myself out a bit.  Back to the others."​
Turning toward the door to leave, you cast one last glance at the stall, 'Still empty."  you chide yourself.

      Your hand grabs the handle to pull open the door,  "Thank You for the paper."

The hair on the back of your neck stands up,  clearly it came from that stall.  Not turning around to check, you're out the door and down the hallway.  "No way I'm telling any one about this bathroom trip, they'll think I'm crazy."



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No, we won't think you are crazy.  We've been there. . . several times.

This book includes those stories.  Stories from Ogden's Historic Union Station.  As told by the paranormal investigators that investigate the building from top to bottom several times a year.  As told by the employees who work there.  The ones who are all by themselves late at night.  The ones who have to make sure all the doors are locked, who go into the vaults by themselves, into the theatre area by them selves.  These are the stories we have.

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