Been thinking about ghost stories lately.
I interviewed a man for work who said the Pump House was haunted.
On my last furlough day of the summer, I took big H for a bike ride, watched the trains from Libbie Hill and paid a visit to the Pump House. (Pictured above)
From my interview notes:
“The little boy was wearing clothes from the 1970s.”
“Renovations never work. All the locks lock overnight.”
“The entity tried to push the doors out.”
“Nobody knows what happened there,” he said. “But something is seriously wrong with that place.”
