One night, I had just finished locking all the doors on the way up, had turned out the lights to the 6th floor and was heading down the hall to finish up the building and get the heck outta Dodge. about halfway down the hall it turned very cold so I sTOPped to zip up my coat when I heard a very distinct female voice say, Where are you going?
Thinking that the voice came from a paralegal or accountant working late I said, Nowhere Maam, I am just locking up for the night. Then it got REALLY hairy! I felt on my right shoulder, through a thick parka, shirt, bullet proof vest, and T|shirt the coldest hand I have ever felt touch my skin. It was distinctly a hand, and right against my skin. It was so cold it literally burned me, much like dry ice. A fact later to be confirmed by the Sergeant and Corporal who were on duty with me at the time. They said there was a deep red mark on my shoulder that looked like a hand.
一天晚上，我从下向上将西边的门都锁上并将灯都关掉，一路探索着穿过6楼楼道向楼的另外一边走。走到一半的时候楼道里突然变得非常冷，我没多想，由于当时已经是12月中旬，而这栋楼的暖气更不是非常不错。我停下来把大衣拉链拉好，突然听到一个女性的声音你要到哪里?
我以为那是一位加班的助理律师或会计师，便回答：哪也不去，女性。我只不过晚上来锁门的。忽然事情变得非常恐怖!隔着厚的皮大衣、衬衣、防弹背心和T恤，我能感觉右肩膀上有只手，而那手是我见过的最冷冰冰的一只。那确实是只手，正抵着我的皮肤。那手很冰，像干冰一样，让我有种刺痛感。后来经和我一块值班的军士和下士证实，我的肩上有一个深红色的印记，形状非常像一只手。
