The Haunting

For the past several days now, every time I enter to the ladies' restroom at work when no one else is in there I hear a faint, almost ghostly whisper. It may be that I'm hearing the door closing and it makes a sort of breathy squeak or something. Maybe I hear it because I am listening for it. There could be many reasons to explain away the phantom word. But never-the-less, I hear the same word every time. The word is tramp. So I'm fairly certain there is a ghost in the work bathroom that thinks I'm a hussy. It's very upsetting. Moaning Myrtle has found a new home and she does not like me.