- Date:1994
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- It was in 1994 I was working through a temporary agency
as a data entry clerk. I was assigned to work at the Foley's Department
Store in Down Town Houston on Main street, taking credit applications over
the phone. They were having what they called "A RED APPLE SALE."
These sales sometimes start from 6:00 am and end after Midnight.
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- I was working the evening shift in the credit department.
Just before 9:00 pm the computers for the credit card applications went
down so nearly everyone in that department were told to take breaks. So
I decided to get up and stretch my legs and head for the ladies room and
do what girls do, refresh my make up. I told a co-worker where I was heading
and asked her to come and get me as soon as the computers came back up.
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- I believe I was on the 9th floor. Over the years Foley's
had been remodeling their Downtown building and so many of the floors had
changed but still had the old building layout. The employee's restrooms
were in an area of the store where they placed and stored un-used inventory.
There was a very long narrow hall way that you had to walk down that was
dimly lit and lined with storage lockers for the employee's. I believe
this area was where the customer restrooms were located during the early
years of the store. That night I made my way to the ladies rooms. The doors
of these old restrooms where old metal doors that were very heavy and noisy
when they opened and closed.
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- When you entered this particular restroom it was divided
into 3 parts. To your left were the hand sinks and a large mirror above
them and along side the wall was a full dress mirror. In sort of in the
center of the room was another door, This door was very heavy and noisy
also. It led to another room that housed the toilet stalls, there are no
exits and no windows in this area so you have to leave the same way you
came and to the right was a sort of dressing area with a small sofa and
chairs.
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- I entered the restroom and went straight to the mirror
and started removing my make up from my purse. Before I could pull all
of it out the door behind me opened and in walked a little old lady.
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- She was about 5 feet tall. She was the color of a brand
new white linen sheet, she was in a pea green skirt set. With a lime colored
scarf. She had a matching hand bag that had a pair of dark cream color
gloves protruding from the flap of the purse. Her hair was so perfectly
white and well groomed that not one hair was out of place. She had on a
pea green felt like hat with a lovely feather in it. Around her neck was
the largest pearl necklace trimmed in gold that I had ever seen. Her ear
rings and bracelet also matched. She also had on pea green leather shoes
with large square gold buckles on top of them and her legs were pale, pale
white like her face. I turned from the mirror and looked at her directly
and I assumed that she was a lost customer and said "Mam you really
shouldn't be in this area of the store, this area was meant for employee's
only."
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- She never turned her head to look at me. She walked
up to the wall mirror just in front of her and placed two large bags in
front of it. And said really loudly "Gal watch my bags and have a
warm damp towel ready for me when I come out." Ok like I sort of arched
my eyebrow's and said what. The woman just went into the stall area without
another word. I was bewildered and looked down at the bags. They were Christmas
bags. Filled with Christmas gifts and children's toys. Not plastic toys
but wooden ones and a few of them were covered with Christmas wrapping
paper. I didn't touch them, but I did think that it was odd. Actually I
had an attitude about me because she called me "Gal " I am black
and its an insult. So I turned and went back to putting on my makeup.
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- Not less then 5 minutes had gone by when the door behind
me opened again it was my co-worker, she walked in half way and said "The
computers are back up now and we are behind breaks over." I stopped
her before she could leave and just then I heard one of the toilets in
the other room behind the door flush.
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- I explained to my co-worker that I couldn't leave just
yet there was a little old lady in the stall area and I was watching her
bags. I pointed to the two large bags on the floor in front of the dressing
mirror. She said, "You know better then that! The customers or not
suppose to be on this floor." My co-worker finished pushing her way
in and rushed to the other big heavy door and opened it. She went immediately
from stall to stall and I could hear her saying "Mam, Mam."
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- Then she came right out and stated that there wasn't
anyone in the stall area. I said "yes there is, she hasn't come out
for her bags." we both looked at the area where the bags were and
there was nothing there. My co-worker looked at me and said "you
must have moved the bags?" I said "To where, and you saw how
big those bags were and they were full and you heard the toilet flush."
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- Just then my co worker looked at me and her eyes became
as large as golf balls, she backed her way out of the room and at the same
time looking at me really strange. Once she got past that door she went
down that storage room hall way so fast that I had to break out running
to catch up with her. She refused to speak to me or look back after I called
out her name.
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- When she went back to her work station she still refused
to speak to me. I had one more break before it was time for me to go home
and I went back to her workstation to ask her what was wrong. She was gone.
Later that week the supervisor of my area questioned me about a report
I had given that, I saw a customer in the employee's restroom, a restricted
area. I was reminded that I was suppose to immediately escort them from
the area and nothing more was said about the incident. The truth of the
matter was I had not reported any such thing. I am thinking my co-worker
did, not to mention she never came back to work. I personally went out
of my way to go to other restrooms in that building to avoid a repeat.
I sat down weeks later and thought to myself. Why would anyone have on
such heavy clothing as that little old lady did and it was mid June and
her bags where filled with Christmas gifts, but I know what I saw was real.
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- One thing I remembered about the little old lady was
her scent. She smelled like powdered makeup and her perfume was a soft
spice scent. I remembered this because while cleaning out my mothers old
bed room after she died. I ran across her old powder make up box. It has
this very distinct odor to it that the manufacturers put in it and it was
a gift to her from on of her employers. Every now and then I smell this
scent and it reminds me of her. My mom passed in 1991. Anyway I was watching
on the news some years back on a Halloween night and they were talking
about some of the hunted places here in Houston and they mentioned Foley's
Downtown store as one.
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- Thank you to the person for the interesting story.
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- Brian Vike, Director HBCC UFO Research
- HBCC UFO Research, Box 1091 Houston, British Columbia,
Canada - VOJ 1ZO.
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