by Jimmie Wrigley
(Louisburg, KS)
I used to work nights at the Operations Center in New Century. One night I was particularly busy typing reports. My desk sat right next to the kitchen area. First I heard the coffee pot move around and doors open and closing and souned like someone opening a drawer and rifling through the spoons. I thought the night janitor had come in without me noticing. I looked over and nothing was out of order and no one was there. Suddenly I heard the exit door in the back of the office rattle furiously, I ran around to see the mini blind shaking fiercely. Then it stopped. I was a little shaken for sure.