Ghost of Turtle Creek - Dallas Haunting
When he was leaving his office this night, he was approached by a man he had not met before. But this man knew Harold. Normally when working a job Harold meets with the same person representing their client. That's the deal. One point of contact between Harold and the client. His hand trembled reaching inside his pants to retrieve his thirty-eight-special revolver. The man waved him down as calm as he could not trying to alarm him. "Boss says he needs money clean and you have to do it. I'm going to give you these notes he made. Read them. They have instructions and what accounts need what. Boss is callin' in his favor. Ya hear? You ain't forget what he did for you, right? It's important this gets done. I'll be here exactly one week from today at this time to confirm. One week. Got it? Yeah, you do."
As quick as he came in is as quick as he left. Harold stood there with a manila envelope he dared not open. The drive home was as tense as the conversation. It all came back to him in a flood of suppressed memories. He never meant to kill her. He didn't know her real name. Life of luxury and riches and all the drugs you can buy make for thrilling nights. She said she liked it rough. But enough coke makes it difficult to tell when you have reached your limit. Harold found out the hard way choking during sex can get dangerous. The danger escalates when you hire someone you never met face to face clean up your mess.
Harold figured the people he worked for may have known someone outside of the white-collar world he was familiar with to help with making a body disappear. Little did he know, the people he worked for were those people that made bodies disappear. He called his connect and on the same night, his problem was fixed. No words were spoken. The clean-up crew took care of everything.
It had been two years since the incident, and he thought with enough number manipulation he had paid off his debt. His problem came back. Now, he has to do something he wasn't comfortable with. Telling his superiors, he wasn't going to do the job.
The week leading up to his next meeting was filled with anxiety and neck pain from the constant looking over his shoulder. Harold never read the important message inside the envelope. He didn't know he was supposed to call a number to check-in periodically about how things were coming along. Six days have passed since the last meeting. No calls.
After another late night in his office and Harold was burned out. He decided to call it quits. He felt a pain in his stomach. A premonition? He stood over his desk trying to make sense of the controlled chaos in front of him. Papers littered the entire surface. His blurry eyes from strain gave him a headache too strong to realize someone was behind him. In one fell swoop, Harold was hit on the back of the head with a crowbar. He bled profusely over his desk. The assailant took the unopened manila folder then escaped the scene without a clue left behind to identify them.
Harold's body was discovered the next morning. Detectives never solved the case.
Ghost of Turtle Creek Center
On September 13, 1989, Harold died of explained events at the Turtle Creek Center. It's said he was a successful businessman and that's about all I can find out about him. Successful businessman? Leaves much to the imagination. What I have read is near the fire exit/stairways between the thirteenth and fourteenth floor you will see an apparition supposedly of Harold. He has blood coming from his eyes and a look of sheer death on his face.
Unexplained events make for good stories
When someone dies of unexplained events it becomes a haven for speculation. Plus, tons of ghost stories and sketchy eyewitness accounts. As is with most of the stories. I don't doubt people see apparitions. I know for one I have. However, people tend to make urban legends out of events that never happened. Did Harold die? Yes. How? Don't know. Are we free to make the story of Harold's death more interesting and even include he's a bleeding ghost that roams the hallways of the building he died in? You bet.
What to pair with?
I want to raise my Miller Lite to the working man that burned the midnight oil known as Harold. He probably died doing what he loved. At least that's how I'll imagine him. If you are from Dallas, then you'll know how fancy Turtle Creek is. Which then you'll assume he was rich. This one is for you Harold.
What's your local haunt? Any unexplained events I should know about? Leave a comment.
Enjoy your drinks with the unknown.
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