"Paranormal Activity at [Research Company]?
In all the
times I used the fifth floor women’s restroom, I never heard any strange noise
so I was taken aback the first time I stepped into the third floor women’s
restroom after my transition to a new position. Each time I enter the third
floor women’s restroom, I hear a soft rustling noise. After I round the corner
to the left to make my way to a stall, I invariably hear this rustling noise.
At first I thought “Is there someone else in here? Is she alerting me to her
presence by rustling a toilet seat cover?” Maybe so, but certainly not each and
every time I go in there. But I checked anyway and, after a couple weeks, I did
not find any evidence to support that hypothesis – the subject(s) and data just
weren’t there. My next hypothesis was that there was a motion sensor
strategically placed so that when a patron crossed it, it triggered this
rustling noise; but, again, I did not find any evidence to support this
hypothesis. And why would someone put a motion sensor in there to trigger this
rustling noise? My next hypothesis: I was imagining things. But would I really
hear the same rustling noise each and every time I rounded the corner in this
restroom? I suppose it’s possible but I was, and still am, certain (fairly
certain?) that my mental and auditory faculties are in proper working order…at
least for now. And, quite frankly, I didn’t want to collect any data to support
or reject this hypothesis; ignorance is bliss. Then I began to entertain the
idea of paranormal activity. Perhaps there’s a restroom ghost and he or she is
making friendly rustling noises? Or maybe even unfriendly rustling noises? Was
the ghost trying to communicate with me? How was I to know if the ghost was
friendly or sinister? Could he or she be related to Moaning Myrtle? I’ve never
encountered a ghost that I know of, but I experienced no harm when I entered
the restroom so I concluded that it must be a friendly ghost. Finally…some
data! But, alas, not enough to support my paranormal activity hypothesis. Lack
of harm does not equal friendly ghost, or even just a ghost. Even so, the
rustling noise continued and I favored my paranormal activity hypothesis.
After
about eight weeks of using this haunted restroom, I asked my co-worker Rita if
she too heard the rustling noise. She had! Gasp! Oh no…the restroom ghost was
haunting both of us! Many thoughts ran through my mind: we could seek help from
Steven Spielberg, the producers of Paranormal Activity or the Blair Witch
Project, or perhaps even the History Channel and PBS? Maybe Dan Aykroyd and
Bill Murray? They’d know what to do about this ghost. After entertaining these
ideas for a bit, I remembered that I saw a wastebasket inside the restroom
right by the door. I asked Rita, “Do you think the noise is coming from the
trash liner in the wastebasket, which is being moved by the breeze caused by the
door when it closes?” Another, yet extremely farfetched, hypothesis! Humm… On
my next visit to the restroom, I again heard the rustling noise. Darn ghost!
Then it dawned on me to perform an experiment to test out this farfetched
hypothesis. As I stood by the door and wastebasket, I opened the door and let
it close, with my ears perked and my eyes locked on the wastebasket and its
accompanying trash liner. Sure enough, the breeze from the door moved through
the mesh wastebasket thus causing the trash liner to bellow in its breeze
resulting in the rustling sound. It’s not a ghost after all! Alas, there was a
logical explanation for the rustling noise. While I’m a Ph.D. student in the
midst of my dissertation and I’ve earned a minor in statistics, I have not yet
been able to make a coveted causal statement…until now: in the third floor
women’s restroom, the breeze caused by opening or closing the door causes the
trash liner in the mesh wastebasket (which sits near the door) to move
resulting in a rustling sound. Yes, there is support for my door breeze
hypothesis and it can be supported by further experiments…for those who dare…"
Alas, my research was useful because other women were wondering from where this noise came. And no one got sniped. Yay me!
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