I work in a crusty old building in Fremantle, an area of Perth well known for its lovely old buildings. It’s one of the last places in Perth where development has not completely destroyed old architecture. I love old buildings, I have always lived in old houses, and I am used to their various funny mishaps and personality disorders.
This old building is really gorgeous with heaps of character, but also a little bit of weirdness. Apparently there was a guy pushed down the spiral stairs at the back of the building near the kitchen, and I always feel kind of freaked when I go down there. Even before anyone told me that it always felt strange walking down the corridor the that end of the building. Now I haven’t ever really believed in ghosts or spirits, but it is weird how strange a feeling you get down there. I once peered over the edge of the stairs and looked down at the spiral and I felt a weird cold sensation.
There is also this random room at the back of the building now that apparently has been rented out to some group therapy people, except there is never anyone here when I am, and the door is always ajar, and there I nothing in this 9x9 metre room except two chairs right in the middle facing each other, its creepy! The door blows open and closed all the time even though there is no breeze, could be the air pressure I suppose…anyway it’s creepy.
I love this building and I never feel unsafe here, but I always get such a weird vibe when I go down the back of the building, which is essential as the kitchen holds the ingredient to my coffee addiction.
I’ll post some photos in the next few days of the creepiness for you…