Burning Touch

Another story from the town-site of Nordegg, Alberta, This paranormal incident took place around February 2017.

   I had opened the store for the business day and had been working for a couple hours before things started happening. I was working alone, typical for the early morning shift. I was not used to it though, the guy who normally worked it was on vacation or something.

I think it was around eight that morning that the first thing happened. I was up by the front counter when I thought I heard something move out on the sales floor. I paused to listen again but heard nothing, so I continued to catch up on my paperwork.

I think about ten minutes had passed when suddenly there was a single thump sound coming from the aisle just out of view. It sounded like something had fallen on the floor. I walked over to find a box of liquid cold medicine laying on the floor. I was completely alone in the store. If I recall correctly there might have been one person in the store in nearly three hours and they were nowhere near that aisle. I know what I heard, even though I did not see it, and it had just then fallen onto the floor.

I put the box back on the shelf and went back up to the counter. It was past eight-thirty, so I decided to give the restrooms a cleaning before the mid-shifter came in around eleven.

I went back to the hallway where the two restrooms were located. I felt like someone was there, but I was still the only human in the entire building. I brushed the feeling off, ignoring whatever it was in order to get this gross task completed as soon as I could.

I had gloves but I did not wear them. I did a few quick sprays with the cleaner and then wiped down the surfaces with paper towel. I have never been affected by the cleaner before, physically, and I believe the cleaner I use at home today in my bathroom is far stronger in smell and effect.

I know I did not touch my hands or arms the whole time I was in there, less than five minutes, and I promptly washed them, at the main sink, afterwards.

I went back to the front counter (where the main sink was) and thought for a moment about the feeling I was with someone back there. I got the visualization of a young girl, maybe five or six years old, standing about four feet tall, with dirty blonde hair just to her shoulders. She had a somewhat rounded small face with no expression.

It was about eleven when my co-worker, a young woman, came in for her mid-shift.

We were standing at the counter talking about work or whatever. She looked down at my arm and asked, “what did you do to your arm?”

I looked down and to my surprise three red marks had formed on my left arm just above my wrist. “Nothing” I said somewhat confused. I took out my phone and took a picture of it. I do not know if it was me or her who said, “it looks like fingers”, and sure enough it did.
 

Actual photo taken that day.

The three marks were red, the flesh felt a little rough, almost raw like it had been frost burned, but it was not hot or cold. The marks remained on my arm for a couple days even though when I got home, I put medicated salve on them.
fter I thought about the incident and I think the young girl was a spirit, perhaps a former resident of the town. She was mischievous, as children are, and was playing with me. I do not think she had intended to hurt me; I hope, I think she just wanted to let me know she was there.

What do you think?

You can just make out on the left (lower), middle to right (middle) and upper left (upper) scarring of my flesh like it was burned.