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The guys and I talked for a bit (at a Denny's far, FAR away from that building on Kiowa street) after that. When I asked them how they knew I was in trouble, they said that when I had gone into the building, all radio contact with me had been lost. (Dispatch had tried to get hold of me to send me on an alarm response, and no one could raise me on the radio, curious, since I had called out as entering the building when I went through the doors as is procedure) that is until they heard a woman shrieking and moaning over the airway. There were no female officers on shift that night, and the dispatcher was also a man.
Luckily for my sanity, Tom had been just down the street, checking an abandoned school, (a story all in itself) and was able to get to me about the time I was collapsing onto the hood of my patrol car.
I do not know who this ghost is, or why she still haunts the place. The only thing unusual that I know for a fact about the place is that the basement used to house a crematorium in the 1930s and 40s. Though all activity in the building seems concentrated on the 6th floor, so I don't know if that has anything to do with this haunting or not.
There were also rumors of a young girl committing suicide on the 6th floor, and about a mass murder there while it was still a hotel around the turn of the century, but those are all just that... rumors.
