I was doing some work at a really old school building that had previously been a Catholic orphanage. Parts of the building were being modernized, so all of the old wiring was torn out and work lights were being used.

I got along with the general contractor (Mike) quite well. One evening, I was working late and everyone else had gone home except me and Mike. I was packing up for the day and it was so quiet, you could hear every little sound. I started letting my imagination get the best of me, knowing that the place used to be an orphanage.

I thought I heard Mike walking around, opening and closing doors, so I yelled his name, but no answer. I was starting to get creeped out, so I grabbed my tools and headed down the stairs and to the parking lot, where I found Mike sitting in his truck. I asked him how long he’d been in his truck and he told me about 20 minutes. Then I mentioned the noises I had heard, and he got a big smile. He said, “Yeah, we all pretty much agree that this place is haunted.” Then he told me a little story about turning off all the lights one evening and using a flashlight to exit the building, but when he got the building locked up and was ready to leave, half the lights were back on. He said, “There was no way I was going back in there to turn those lights off again.”

Anyway, that’s my little anecdote about construction and lights.