This case of the appearance of a ghost is taken from the "New terrible newspaper", published in the 90s. The 1996 issue contained a letter from Alexander Alekseev from the Leningrad Region. The source is of course dubious, but let the reader draw the proper conclusions himself.
The post was titled "Ghosts Miss Work Too"
“Vasily Stepanovich worked as a turner in our shop. He worked for a long time, at least thirty years. Man He was quiet, inconspicuous. Standing at the bench, sharpening something silently, not saying a word to anyone. He did not smoke, did not drink and, they say, attended church often.
Every morning, month after month, year after year, he came to the shop: in the winter - in an old-fashioned light-season coat and a hat with earflaps, in the summer - in a gray jacket and an old cap.
And also unchanged in his hands was a linen bag with a modest work meal. Entering the workshop, he walked with a calm, unhurried gait through the narrow space between the machines, heading for the locker room. And in the late autumn of last year it happened that Vasily Stepanovich fell ill. He was hypertensive, suffered from ischemic disease. Well, in general, the old turner's heart could not stand it. We buried him just before the New Year.
Life went on, the machines were turning, and we somehow began to forget about Vasily Stepanovich. And in early February, the fortieth day came up from the day of his death. And then one day, early in February morning, the door to the workshop opens - and comes in … yes, he comes in, Vasily Stepanovich. We looked and could not believe our eyes.
A hallucination, a dream in reality, and only, and we did not drink the day before. We instantly stopped our machines and silently, dumbfounded, looked at our old worker who had entered the shop. Meanwhile, Vasily Stepanovich, with the same calm, slow gait, walked past us in his unchanged old-fashioned coat, in a hat with earflaps.
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In his hands he was holding the same linen bag, the contents of which were unknown to us. We also noticed that he was unusually pale, with a kind of colorless face, barely distinguishable.
In his gait there was no longer the former heaviness and fatigue, but a kind of lightness and airiness came through. He paid no attention to anyone, did not greet anyone, but simply walked silently towards the dressing room. I wanted to call out to him: "Vasily Stepanovich, is that you?" But his tongue did not turn to utter a word.
So he walked along the machines, past us, terrified and hypnotized by an unusual vision. We huddled in the aisle of the workshop and silently watched him.
So he went to the dressing room, turned on the light there and disappeared into its depths. The machine operators stood and waited for what would happen next: whether he would change clothes, whether he would come out to work at the machine. At the same time, we already realized that a ghost has no place in a work environment. We waited, time passed, but no one left the locker room.
Finally, the most daring of us looked into it and … did not see anyone. Vasily Stepanovich disappeared, as if he did not appear in front of us that morning, leaving us in bewilderment, fear, confusion.
You, of course, can not believe me, your business. This is not the point. It is much more important to realize that in our world there is still so much unknown, strange, incredible, from contact with which sometimes the hair stands on end. This unknown and strange exists next to us, far from everyone and not always it opens, and if it does, it will ask us a puzzle for the rest of our lives. So that's it."