Sometimes I work the late shift in the library. I’m here till midnight or so. A lot of people don’t like working so late, but I don’t mind. I settle in with my coffee and my homework, and my other homework, and the homework that was probably due last week. The night shift generally isn’t too busy, so I have time to get a lot of the work I’ve been procrastinating about finished. Or to just procrastinate further. Both are valid options. Some nights, though, are busier than others. I prefer busy, most of the time, but sometimes it’s nice to have the hours mostly to myself without actual human interaction. I’m an extrovert by nature, but even extroverts don’t always want to talk to people. Sometimes just being around those people and feeling their energy is enough. It was one of those nights when the patron I lovingly refer to as Ghost Girl in my head showed up.
It was around 11:15 pm, which meant two things. One, that I got to go home soon and, Two, that I had gotten very invested in the book I was reading instead of doing my research. It had been a quiet night and the hum of patrons had lulled me into a sort of ambivert heaven with my book. I was reading Outlander but, ever in librarian mode, I was also scanning the area in front of my desk every so often to make sure no stray patrons needed my help. That was when I noticed her.
She had curly red hair, bright pink, plastic glasses, and a lime green, pleated mini skirt. She was fantastically impossible to miss. Her backpack was Hello Kitty with some kind of fluffy, vaguely popsicle shaped, rainbow charm hanging from a zipper. It had a smiley face and I approved of the entire aesthetic. I tend to approve of people who are so wholly and unapologetically themselves. She walked back and forth in front of my desk several times in a span of 10 minutes or so, which is why I have the details of her outfit down to an art. I could practically smell the social anxiety oozing from her because I can be the same way. Finally, though, she stopped and came to hover in front of my desk. She needed directions to the restroom. I complied, complimented her glasses, and went back to my book. Problem solved. You rock that mini skirt, girl.
A few minutes later, probably 15 or 20, Ghost girl came back. But I wasn’t calling her Ghost Girl yet. She headed straight for my desk this time, and I asked what I could help with. She just looked at me and walked off again. Okay, sure, I went back to my book. Definitely not the strangest encounter I’ve had in a library. But then she came back again and hovered expectantly in front of my desk. Turns out, she did need some help because she’d had a very unsettling experience in our restroom. I wasn’t too excited about where this conversation was going because, to be frank, patrons tell librarians a lot of things that we just don’t need to know. This time, it turns out she was concerned because she was pretty sure our bathroom was haunted.
And she wasn’t joking. This girl with the amazing fashion sense was serious, and she was scared. She kept glancing back in the direction of said restroom while she explained to me that she’d been sure the light was going to explode. It was flickering, apparently, and making a buzzing noise. Probably just that the light bulb was going out, which I suggested. But she wasn’t having any of it. There was a ghost, and we needed to do something about it. And also, could I tell her where another restroom was? She’d gotten too scared to actually use that one.
Now, I am not a skeptic. I’m very sure the paranormal exists and that unexplained things happen all the time. But I can almost promise you, there is nothing even vaguely interesting about that bathroom. It’s even an awful, dull yellow color. And maybe a little creepy. But that’s really it. What ghost would want to hang out there when we have so many other cool spots? Like in the archives. Or the weird room in the basement that’s hidden by two doors and a snack machine. (Don’t ask.) Of course, I could be wrong. And that’s okay. I think its kind of cool that we might have a haunted restroom.
More power to any ghost brave enough to live there. Let’s be friends!