Since my banishment to the ninety-six-year old warehouse, I have endured many satirical comments by co-workers, such as “If it wasn’t haunted up there before, it is now.” This sort of abuse has made me quite steely inside. Then yesterday, I heard a cart wheel past behind me. I was alone at the time. I turned around and saw no one, but the sound continued on down the line. I have yet to get steely enough to go check such out on my own, but I didn’t run either. True story.