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Customs House haunting My great grandfather was a railroad worker who lost one of his arms so the city gave him a job at the Customs House as a customs officer. His last name was Hanham if you want to check, but unfortunately he died in 1948 and I was born in 1984, so I never got to hear if he saw or heard anything firsthand. He supposedly saw a drifting shadow of a woman on a wall when he was leaving one evening and no one else was in the room with him. In the early seventies my then fifteen year old father got a job at the Customs House when it was the noodle factory. He only worked there for two days because of the odd things that happened. He was working a machine which ground wheat into flour for the pasta in a tiny room upstairs. He felt watched and heard things like inaudible voices from the hallway just outside the door when no one was there. On the second day a voice came from the doorway and when my father looked towards it no one was there and the door slammed shut. Later in
the years a family friend opened up the building as a karate dojo. Their
last name was Warriner or Warrner (I can't remember exactly). They were
telling us all kinds of stories like doors slamming when no one was
near, objects ending up in absolutely odd and mysterious places and
certain things like windows and doors or their handles and locks being
moved by unseen hands.
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