Spirit of Renewal

First of all, I just want to state I do not believe in ghosts. Nope, the paranormal only live in other people's minds. They are not real. I do believe people think they have seen the unknown, but until I have some reliable solid facts, I hold boogy men incredible. Even more strange, I do know that I personally think that I once, not only seen, but had a short conversation with on as well. But that was a while back and time has a way with making one doubt their own memory. Since then I have come up with umpteen million explanations for my ethereal experience. But that story is for another time.
It seams, however, that I have been working closely with one for the past five months. My co-workers were reluctant to tell me of the phenomena I have deemed Bojangales, for fear I would not work by myself in the satilight kitchen across campus from the main kitchen. From what I have discovered, my company has had a hard time keeping staff in my position because of Bojangales surprise appearances. Now if my co-workers would not have let their sightings slip, I would have been happy in my nieve little world. I would blamed the misplaced thermometers and the bumps in the night as just that, forgetfulness and noise. But now I am always on edge. And in doubt. I do not believe there is anyone there with me, but with the darkness that invades our waning daylight hours, darkness invades my mind.
There are many times when I am in the building all alone. My kitchen is part of the alumni lodge, where gaduates of the recovery program return to stay for follow up treatment. Often the front offices close at five. So frequently it is just me, one little munkay, and up to thirty guests, and come to find out, Bojangles. After dinner, when the guest speakers are lecturing in the main auditorium hall, it is just me and Jangy.
Jangy, by my understanding, first made his appearance to Heidi one night as she was locking the walk in cooler door and Jangy was on the inside, looking out at her through the glass window in the door. Heidi left the satilight kitchen never to return. Sent a matenance man over to retrieve her keys. Yes, I tell myself, they was her own reflection she seen, but she claims she has never worn glasses, Jangy does. So says Mitch, who claims to have seen a vaporous bespeckled man him in the hall leading to the loading dock more than once.
Mostly Jangy is friendly and tries to help. When he tipped over the seventy pound silverware rolling machine in the locked dry storage, and moved the napkins across the room and in between the cases of pop for little ninety pound old Heidi, well that was just mischievous. Helping the housekeepers by spraying cleaning solvents across walls and turning on showers shows Jangy is really going the extra mile. He helps the guest check out by always having the luggage trolleys outside the right doors in the mornings before the receptionists day begins. The tales of him singing through intercom systems that are not longer connected, well that to me is just far-fetched. I want to think that the mechanical hulk who patrols my building is on my side on the non-existence of this haunt, being as soon as I mention Jangy, his mouth gets all tight as he closes his hand securely around his flashlight and he immediately begins fidgeting with the buttons on his walky-talky as he hastens away.
To deal with this spooky notion, I have to to think of Jangy as my imaginary friend. "New friend!", I will announce before entering an uninhabited room. ( I do now wish to surprise him or offend him if he does not like the name I have given him.) " Man, it sure is quiet in here I hope it stays this way", I will ponder out loud, as often as I utter, "Now it just isn't nice to scare a lady, or me." I hope he has a sense of humor. I have even been thoughtful enough to leave my little buddy notes. " Please file my inventory sheets. Double check the sham controls. I will see if my productivity increases. I just know I get done at work a hell of a lot faster now. Remind me to leave a thank you note.