I felt prefer I was being pranked again.
When I first started working, I was sent to repair an a/c machine at a beach house that was next to a cursed cemetery.
This week, the Heating and Air Conditioning dispatcher handed me an address that was for a cemetery. I questioned if the address was right, and she said it was the one the woman had given her. They wanted the a/c repaired or replaced, according to what the Heating and Air Conditioning company advocated . I entirely didn’t want to go to the cemetery. There wasn’t anyone living there that needed a/c. I didn’t have a option but to go to the address and repair an a/c unit. When I arrived, there was a young woman resting at the gates of the cemetery. She told me there was an old church at the back and they were turning it into a museum. This cemetery dated back to the Revolutionary War, and they wanted to turn the church into a museum that would commemorate the soldiers that were buried there. I told her I was hesitant to come to the cemetery, and she laughed. She said had that reaction from everyone when she called for service. She never got the plumber there to do the work. She got as far as the gate, crossed himself, and got back into her work van. I said our sibling was a plumber, and I gave her her card. I had to admit that I was ecstatic to have the a/c repaired because I had already been there way too long.