Bullets and Books

I work in a building that could either have bullets or books on any given day. It’s supposed to have books, but more often than not, we find evidence of books and bullets. This time BBs…better known as ball bearings shot from an air gun. Here’s the weirdest thing – evidence suggests the shots came from outside the building yet, a CO2 cartridge was found inside the building. Were the kids having a game of BB tag, shooting from both sides of the glass? I can remember that game from my own childhood, drawing blood on some occasions. But, I was 10. We’re talking collegiate here. This is completely different. What in the world was going on?
If the walls of where I work could talk I’m sure I would hear some great stories. I’ve heard rumors the building is haunted. I like that idea. Some say they hear the high heels of a woman walk above their heads. I say it’s a man, his namesake displaced… so he wanders. I’ve heard theories the building is at war with itself. I believe that. One side of the building can get up to 100 degrees while the opposite end stays cooler than 50. One side is dark and depressed, the other light and happy. Definitely a personality conflict. Feng shui consultants would have a field day. We have Christmas trees up all year long. A few years ago we found a bullet lodged in a wall. From the hole in the opposing window we could track the trajectory, but it didn’t make sense (much like the BB gun evidence). The shooter would have stood at least 35 feet high, or used a step ladder. If anyone had been in the room at the time of the shooting the bullet would have whizzed by high above their heads. It didn’t make sense.
But, nothing in my building makes sense. Not the crazy colors on walls, not the leaks in the ceiling. Ghosts that walk the halls, kids that shoot holes in windows and someone who steals signs with the word ‘oral’ in them. Some days are more confusing than others, but, the odd thing is, there’s nowhere else I would rather be – it feels like home. Oddly enough.