Apologies but I'm a bad story teller...
I used to be a network technician working for local government in the UK. The offices were a maze of very old buildings, built in the 16th century iirc.
A colleague and I were making some changes to network switches that had to be done out of hours and after evening backups had ran as it involved dropping links and rebooting.
It was about 2/3am and we were nearing completion. My colleague was in another part of the site working, I was in the MDF room tappity tapping away at a switch config. The MDF happened to be next door to the old condemned cell - where criminals were kept the night before they were taken outside and ended.
As I was working i heard footsteps walking down the corridor, I shouted out thinking it was my colleague. No response. I got up and stuck my head round the door. There was noone there. I phoned him and he confirmed he was still at the other side of the site.
I set back to work and again footsteps and a heavy door opening and closing. I called out, but again nothing.
After another 10 mins or so I heard the footsteps again, this time the hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I felt as if I was being watched. I heard a noise in my ear, like a loud wheezy "HHHUUUUUUUR" like someone was breathing into my ear. I quickly confirmed i could remote into the switch. Saved the config and got the hell out of there.
I learnt sometime afterwards that they used to use the condemned cell for file storage but had to stop as the files kept getting rearranged.
I used to be a network technician working for local government in the UK. The offices were a maze of very old buildings, built in the 16th century iirc.
A colleague and I were making some changes to network switches that had to be done out of hours and after evening backups had ran as it involved dropping links and rebooting.
It was about 2/3am and we were nearing completion. My colleague was in another part of the site working, I was in the MDF room tappity tapping away at a switch config. The MDF happened to be next door to the old condemned cell - where criminals were kept the night before they were taken outside and ended.
As I was working i heard footsteps walking down the corridor, I shouted out thinking it was my colleague. No response. I got up and stuck my head round the door. There was noone there. I phoned him and he confirmed he was still at the other side of the site.
I set back to work and again footsteps and a heavy door opening and closing. I called out, but again nothing.
After another 10 mins or so I heard the footsteps again, this time the hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I felt as if I was being watched. I heard a noise in my ear, like a loud wheezy "HHHUUUUUUUR" like someone was breathing into my ear. I quickly confirmed i could remote into the switch. Saved the config and got the hell out of there.
I learnt sometime afterwards that they used to use the condemned cell for file storage but had to stop as the files kept getting rearranged.