There is a Moaning Myrtle in the men’s bathroom here it my place of employment. Its kinda a moaning, kinda a chanting, sort of repetitive sound. Its hard for me to concentrate because I am always trying to listen to it to try and determine what in the H*LL that sound is.

I have not consulted my co-workers as I am concerned enough that they think I am crazy. And really what do I have to gain if they hear it too? Nothing. But what if they don’t? It seems like I only have something to lose in sharing here. But y’all don’t care do you? Well I mean I don’t have to put on airs here do I? I hope not. I don’t even know where that idiom came from. I should think I’m not expected to act any more important than I am, that is, not at all.

So back to this odd sound. It could be the pipes. Or maybe its some sort of generator or the elevator or something. I wish it would go away. I don’t like the idea of some machine chanting his mechanized chants praying to The Architect or the Merovingian or the Oracle or whatever. I especially do not like the idea of some sort of lost or forgotten machine built into the walls or between floors of this place. Ohh what if it was some sort of water pressure device? It almost sounds like that might be it.

I seriously do not think it is something metaphysical. Don’t ghosties and stuff like that only appear once in a great while? If it is a ghost, this is the old faithful of ghosties. A contradiction in terms if you ask me.

Well more later.