A Person Asked Our Community To Share Their Creepiest Work Stories, And 30 Pandas Answered
Hey Pandas! For my first post on this platform, I wanted to know one thing... What's your creepiest work story? Did you see or maybe even hear a ghost? Dealt with an overly creepy customer? Did a coworker say or do something chilling that you can't seem to forget?
People in the comments were kind enough to share their own stories, and I must say I'm both impressed and chilled to the core.
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Not creepy as in ghost but still creepy…. When I was 16 I was working at the grocery store as a bagger, it was policy to ask everyone with 2 or more bags if they need help out to the car. A guy comes through with 1 bag and a case of water, I asked assuming he'll say no. He said yes. Luckily the manager was the cashier so she pages for a boy to come to help this guy.
I go to my car after work at 10 pm and there is a note on my car that says “next time you help me out not (boy's name)” I was not allowed to walk to my car alone after that. To think that if the manager hadn’t thought it was weird and would've let me help this man to his car... she probably saved me.
You have working CTV cameras? You could maybe report him for that 😬 thats unsettling
Agreed- I appreciate a manager who thinks of their employ safety
Load More Replies...I appreciate the concern commenters have for OP, but to shine some light on how this type of thing escalates: report him for what? Putting a note on a strangers car? Not a crime. Suggesting to a worker you prefer their service? Not a crime. Yes, this guy was a creeper, but being creepy isn’t illegal. He never crossed a legal line. Just a moral and decency line. So why is the knee-jerk reaction to report him? What if his legitimate (not likely but possible) reason was to ask her if she knew about Jehovah? See where I’m goin? Reporting anything he did is pointless. They authorities aren’t going to open a file and send out a surveillance team or do anything with the info. It’s not helpful. Changing the stores policy is, and that’s exactly what happened.
Yes...that's the age you can start in my state. Some states are younger.
Load More Replies...And he knew which was your car, how? And if this was real, he would have been waiting anyway.
I was at work on a night shift at the movie theater. It was last (only one movie showing left) so it was pretty dead. I was helping a couple with their order of a large popcorn (with butter). While I was making the snack I hear this soft voice behind me ask "can I have a refill?" I turn to let the person know I'd be happy to help after I finish the order I was on only to find no one! Besides the people I was helping, the only other person around was my co-worker who was busy cleaning the hot foods area.
I finish the order and duck in back to take a minute to comprehend what happened. My other co-worker was on dishes and noticed I looked a bit frazzled. I told them what happened only for them to look freaked out. They told me they heard someone say "hi" to them a few days ago but saw no one around! Our manager walks in and asks us what's up so we both tell her our experiences. To which she casually responds with "oh yea this place is haunted. Yesterday I was ushering and saw an apparition in theater 5." We later learn another usher say the apparition was in another theater! Now we all are on the lookout for any signs of the spirit! We also warn newbies about the fella. :) At least it seems like we have a nice spirit!
I think most of the ghosts or spirits are benign. I have a couple friends that also have experience with ghosts. And I saw my neighbors father after he passed away. He came out on neighbors porch. Then a few days later I saw his obituary in the paper. So I was shocked that he'd died so suddenly. But in talking to my neighbor later I found out his Dad had been in the hospital for weeks before he died. So he was glad to know his Dad had come to see him.
This includes pet animal spirits as well. I've seen all kinds, most of them are just friendly and curious about current goings-on in the places they used to live. The last house we lived at, we heard that there used to be a pond in the backyard until the previous owners' dog drowned :( No further details. I kept seeing these white smudges out of the corners of my eyes, low-ish to the ground, and feeling that friendly curiosity. We later had the ducts cleaned, and what did they find? Tons of white dog hair. I haven't seen those white smudges since we moved. I also saw a curious orange cat checking out a relative when they were moving into a new apartment. My mother saw it too, even more clearly than I did. I see smudges and 'sense' things, but she saw a full apparition.
Load More Replies...I work in a movie theater as well. My first week there I was cleaning an auditorium by myself. Our usual is to start from the top and work our way down. It's a smaller theater, so I did the opposite. We lift all the armrests up as we go as well. I get to the top and start heading down. I see a couple rows down, a couple seats with their armrests down. I think "huh, maybe I missed them. No biggie." I proceed down and see another row with a couple down. Now I'm like "ok, that's odd. again, no biggie". I get to the bottom row....ALL THE ARMRESTS ARE DOWN! Now, I had already heard that theater 9 was supposedly haunted by the guy who had a heart attack in there and *unalived*. I wasn't scared as I've had quite a few paranormal experiences but said aloud "ok, I see you're here. Glad to meet you." Went about my cleaning other theaters and told my MOD what happened only to have him tell me the same thing happened to him as well.
I've heard several adults, people I knew personally, swear they've seen ghosts and other unexplainable things. I've never experienced anything like that myself, but I'm not arrogant enough to say there couldn't possibly be anything to it. Maybe it's all in their heads. Maybe not. Science hasn't progressed to the point of being able to solve these mysteries unequivocally. Imagine someone trying to explain quantum mechanics to ancient Greek philosophers. They didn't have the foundation necessary to understand it yet. Maybe that's where we are with some of these unexplained phenomenon today.
Load More Replies...his name will be forever known as Patrick the ghost, father of my old schools ghost, Pickle. He danced at cotillion with us.
I work in Regal Theaters, and I was very surprised to hear a little girl suddenly respond on the radio, "hello there". Three out of five of us heard it. I asked everyone else who had heard it but they deny it. Also we do have some ghost fiddling with our automatic paper dispenser. It's the one with the hand swipe. It would suddenly trigger on its own. Sometimes couple minutes late.
Ghost or not, kick it out! There are no freebies in this theatre!
Must work at the Aurora Theater. I go there frequently and that place is haunted. It's downright eery. Although if I was a ghost I'd haunt a movie theater. Maybe not that one, but a theater.
I work for a new car dealer, and, like most, we have a system of who is up next. I was #1 in the rotation, and this old guy drives by slowly, then parks. I'm sitting next to the building, everyone else is across the way in chairs under the trees. The old guy walks over to the one female out on the block and says "I want you to sell me a car." She told him we have an order, and that I'm up. Nope, he wants her. I said go ahead. The dude crept on her the entire time. Always trailing and looking. We did not get in cars with people in 2020 (didn't start going again till about 6 weeks ago) to do test drives, but, he really, really wanted her to go with him. No. He crept on her the entire time at the desk, asking her about her life, where she lived, whether she had a boyfriend, stuff like that. Even asked her out.
After the sale, he kept calling her asking her out. She blocked his number, and HR ended up calling him. Nasty old man.
Another prime example of why I hate people........ (Not all ppl, but ppl like this!) It's a good thing I'm not people!!😉😉😆
M*n can be so creepy. I can't count the times I've been in a Lyft and have the drivers ask me about my husband. Creepy.
I work for the homicide detectives with my local sheriff's office. We have a headquarters building that has 2 floors, a basement, and "the penthouse" as I like to call it. You have to go up weird stairs, to get to an outside door to cross the roof to reach the 'penthouse'.
Most people don't even know it's there. It's where old files and all our cold case murder records are kept. The earliest one is from the 1920s, I think?
Every time I go up there to pull another cold case report, I see someone walking with me through the old fuel records and vacation records at the other end of the aisles to my right. There is no corridor on the far right of this space. There are only aisles off the lane I walk in, think like a hair comb. But I swear there is someone at the end of each of the aisles walking with me through the space. I tell everyone who will listen, but as I said, a lot of people don't even know we have a 'penthouse'. Not malicious at all, just there, keeping me company, while I search for reports on unsolved murders.
If I were horrifically murdered and became a ghost, I'd probably haunt the police station too.
Would you be malicious or benign? I'd probably be chill like "this is my case pls solve it ^^"
Load More Replies...I wrk in a courthouse which was built in the 1880s. It is reported to be haunted. I'm afraid I've added to the spooky legacy. Whenever i see that the judge is working late at night, I stop by and run through the old courtroom as fast as I can ... lights off of course...his chamber is adjacent to that courtroom....and then scoot back out of the building asap. Sometimes spooky is just a middle-aged lady entertaining herself.
Buy a digital recorder and ask questions. You could solve a cold case!! 🙃😉Maybe.....never know😉
No windows, it's a weird machine room turned storage. And the light source is between me and whatever this is, so I am not throwing a shadow either. No ventilation, no open machinery. I just don't know.
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Years ago I was working at a horse breeding farm that had multiple barns. I was working alone in one of the remote locations on one bright, sunny day, mixing and preparing horse feed. The feed room was on one side of the center aisle in the middle of the 28-stall barn. I heard approaching footsteps on the aisleway, so I looked out and saw a man coming into the barn. He was wearing boots, and a western hat and had his hands in his pockets as he came in silhouetted by the sun. I turned to put down what I was mixing and asked "Hi, may I help you?" He was gone. I looked around outside, no footprints and no sign of him.
When I went to dinner that night, I told my friends about this guy. One of them said that a man who had been staying in the living quarters in that barn had been known to cash his paychecks and keep his money with him in his room. Someone had murdered and robbed him years ago and his ghost enters the barn occasionally to presumably either get his money or return to work. He gets as far as where his room was, then he vanishes. Apparently, his visits are usually the day after payday since that was the night he was murdered. Spooky, but, harmless.
Ghost stories don't usually start with 'It was a bright and sunny day'.
I might have to avoid reading these during the day AS WELL!
Load More Replies...Sometimes, I think there may be a 'stamp' on time. See the soldiers at York, U.K. amazing story.
That's kinda sad. I wonder what would happen if you put some $ somewhere and said it was for him to collect on paydays. Or you know... Maybe not. ( would be cool to see if you got a reaction😉
Sad- Don’t tell people where you hide your money if it’s not the bank!!
Was painting a new house. I was working on the same detached garage all 3 times this happened. First I saw three carpenters leave for lunch. A guy I'm working for comments when they come back that they took a long lunch. Since only two guys come back I say, "Well maybe they took the other guy home." He looked confused and asks, "What other guy?". I said the third carpenter.
He's like "There are only two". So he asks them if they had more help in the morning. Nope, they didn't. Too bad because the guy was nice looking.
So later I'm working and out of the corner of my eye, I see a white figure go by behind me. Thinking it's the boss who always wore painter's white I turn to look where he's going. No one there. At the back of the garage working, the same thing happens, but passes by me on the left. I turn to look, but no one was there. So one real ghost, and one or two spirits. Not really creepy though.
I've studied the paranormal and psychology for 4 decades. Your peripheral vision knows no reality. Reality is this case being that ghosts don't exist it's been drilled into all of us since we were kids when we definitely could see them. So when we see a ghost out of our peripheral it's really there to see but we can't see it when we focus in on it.
Very interesting! Thank you for sharing!
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When I was a teenager I worked at an old mansion built in 1857 that had been converted into a wedding reception venue. All the table decorations and supplies were kept in the attic, so we had to go up there frequently. There was an elevator to the attic, but it would only go up unless the call button was pressed on a lower floor. So you could take the elevator up but you had to take the narrow "servants' stairs" back down.
The first time I was in the attic by myself getting tablecloths, both of the lightbulbs suddenly shattered, leaving me in the dark. When I say I SHRIEKED, I mean you could probably have heard me throughout the whole house. I had to feel around to find the stairs and ran down them. I told one of the other staff what happened and they said "oh yeah, the house is haunted" which would have been good information to have before I went to the attic by myself!
Whenever I hear about a haunting, my first question is “Who are, or rather were, they?” Guess that’s just the history buff in me, wanting more context.
Ghosts are real, whether or not you've ever seen any. For me, they aren't scary, just perplexing. Usually just rapping or footsteps, but occasionally a full or partial apparition. They don't seem harmful but are involved in whatever they do. I presume they are left over from a previous life and are focused in a slightly different dimension. I'm looking forward to my transition from this planet so I can find out much more--maybe I'll sign up for Ghost 101 in Heaven!
I think I already told the story on BP but it fits. I used to work at a tile shop and we had a basic-looking lady come in and ask for splatter-proof tiles. I was confused and asked her what type of splatter she meant. I asked if she meant oil, grease, or wine-like tiles for a frequently used kitchen. But she said it was for her basement. She needed tiles you can easily wipe clean without leaving any stains. Telling her most glazed tiles are easy to wipe she added that they can't be white. Being a good employee I showed her some of our tiles. She looked uncomfortable the entire time and kept looking around the store like she was looking for something.
All of her questions were really weird and oddly specific.
Being a horror movie enthusiast - I'm pretty sure she wanted to build a slaughter room. I told my boss about her but he said it's none of our business and I should forget about her. I never saw her ever again.
Lol. I worked at Kmart as a teen. A dude came in just before closing time and checked out on my till. His purchase: two cans of cream corn, a box of condoms, jumper cables, and a deck of cards. I don't even want to know, but I will always wonder.
Load More Replies...A basic-looking lady huh? Sounds like she was an actual human who might have had some level of identifying features. But basic eyes will do that to people.
Yeah she didn't looked like a serial killer. She wore a jeans with a white shirt a blazer and had her hair tied. I wouldn't recognize her if I ever happen to see her again but her voice and questions are still in my head.
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Not ghost creepy. Client creepy.
Came up to me at a work event and grabbed me around the neck. An arm comes up, clutches across my throat, cuts off my air. I'm scrabbling at him to get him to let go, it takes him about 10 seconds to clue in that I was freaking out and even then it didn't occur to him that he was CHOKING me.
Even when I saw him a few days later with bruises on my throat, nada. Oh, I told him and he apologized profusely, but it ended there.
Who's the creep? The boss who said that we'd have to determine the guy's intent before deciding whether the company would support me if I chose to press assault charges. What does intent matter when your customer just choked one of your staff?
He was also a neurotic, misogynistic, gaslighting squirrel. But yes.
Load More Replies...Can't you call the police and press charges yourself? This is an assault, pure and simple!
Oh, I absolutely could. I just didn't want to lose my job for it!
Load More Replies...Would the Boss have same attitude if he choked the Boss? Powerful man in the Industry and everything is swept under the carpet.
Thanks. PTSD and depressive spiral, but I'm better now!
Load More Replies...VERY powerful man in the industry. For all that ironically this happened three weeks after #MeToo started, I would never have worked again.
Load More Replies...Why the hell would he touch someone else’s neck, like without choking any of this would’ve been okay!
He thought he was being funny. Came up behind me to "surprise" me. But it's an old-boys industry, I was often one of the only women in the room, and some of those are just SO ... yeesh. I'm glad to say that I have left it and am now working in the kind of environment where your employers support people.
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My colleagues said I should include this story, it still creeps them out to this day.
We have this one kid that comes to our clinic every 8 weeks or so, his mother and little sister (maybe 5 or 6 years old) always come with him. Every test we did on him, she wanted to do as well. So we did a few (all not invasive) tests, all the while she giggling and telling her big brother not to worry, 'everything's easy.
After his last check-up, we said "see you soon!" to his little sister and she said, "no, you won't!". I asked 'You don't want to come anymore?' and she said, "It's not that! I'm just not going to be around anymore. "
She died a week before his next appointment was due. It was like she knew...
Sudden cardiac Death or SCD. I believe some countries call it Sudden Cardiac Arrest, but that is misleading to laymen's because it's not the same as a heart attack. It affects around 10% of people. It's usually very rare in children.
Load More Replies...A 40-year-old friend, Joe, in good health, told me he wouldn't make it until Christmas that year. He didn't say why, but I encouraged him to contact family and church friends to make final arrangements. (I was skeptical, but wasn't going to mock him). A few days after Christmas his boss came to me saying he couldn't find Joe. We found him slumped in his car with Rigor Mortis. The coroner said it was Pneumonia. Odd how he sensed his demise weeks in advance.
Reread the age there champ, 5-6 year old children dont kill themselves
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Context: Back in December 1989, my country went through a bloody popular revolution, the fall of the communist regime, and over 1,000 people were shot to death in the streets. One of the heat points in the city was the building that hosted the army headquarters.
Fast forward to 2004, I had just graduated and I got to work in that military complex, as a civilian. Didn't know many details about it. One day, during lunch break, this older colleague starts talking about what she had witnessed there, in 1989. The complex was the place of a horrible massacre. A group of anti-terrorist fighters came to the complex to help its defense, but they were mistakenly taken for attackers and butchered by the armed forces (it was nighttime). The confusion lasted for several days and everyone believed those were "people's enemies". Their bodies were left on the street. The press presented the case as a victory of the revolution. Somebody had profaned the dead bodies in a gruesome manner (one of the bodies had been beheaded).
She said that she was forced to come to work and pass by the decomposing bodies, on the blood-stained pavement, for about a week. She then showed us the bullet marks still visible on some trees nearby, and on the civilian flats on the other side of the road. Horrible.
Creepy is too small a word for that. That’s horrific. Abject terror and bottomless despair. What wolves we are to each other.
I think you'll find wolves are much more kind to each other.
Load More Replies...For those wondering, I think it was Romania? Correct me if I'm wrong.
One of the fashion companies I used to work for in Los Angeles converted an old building into offices. They remodeled most of the front interior, but many of the back rooms were left untouched. When I first started there, I had absolutely no idea of the history of the building and would often work late by myself.
My desk was toward the front of the building but I often had to walk to the back to drop off paperwork for colleagues to review the following day. To get to their desk I had to walk by several of the barren rooms down a long dimly lit corridor. Every time I made this walk I'd feel uneasy, but this particular evening the hairs on the back of my neck stuck straight up and a chill ran down my spine. I felt as if someone or something was watching me, and even following close behind me. I didn't hear footsteps, but the floor began to creak very loudly. I booked it, practically throwing the papers on the desk.
When I made it back to mine, security was waiting to tell me it was time for me to leave so they could lock up the building. I told him what happened and he chuckled, "you don't know? This building is haunted. This used to be a mortuary and those back rooms were where they stored the dead bodies. Makes more sense why you stay late. There's a reason no one else does." I brought sage the next day and never stayed late again!
Worked in the penthouse in an older building. Our company had the entire floor and you needed a special key to get the elevator to open on the top floor after 5:00 p.m.. I was staying pretty late one night and saw the cleaning crew, who said good night when they left. I wasn't sure who else was working but I could hear file cabinets opening and closing and an office door now and then. Shortly after hearing other activity I was ready to go home. I walked the entire floor to say goodnight to whoever was still there. But, nobody was there. I didn't work late by myself after that night.
That's not what - or who - sage is for. It's not a cure-all for bad vibes. Also, what do people think that ghosts are going to do to them exactly? Let's say, hypothetically, that someone does want to haunt the morgue - literally just the place where their likely long-evacuated flesh prison is being chilled - and not, say, the house they lived in or the place where they died. What are they going to do to the still-living who pass through? Why do people assume that people become malicious as soon as they're dead? 😂
A long long time ago I worked as a field engineer in drilling operations in a South American country. The drilling rig was in the middle of nowhere in the jungle. I was working the night shift. One evening the local roughnecks working in the rig were telling us about strange things that happened in the area, and they mentioned that there were some nights when they could hear "the wailing woman" (la Llorona) crying by the nearby river.
For the people who don't know this myth, it's about the spirit of a woman who drowned her own baby in the river and keeps mourning her loss. I enjoyed listening to their stories but I didn't take them seriously. In general, in some regions of South America people can be very superstitious and believe in all sorts of crazy myths and legends. For me, they were just...stories.
Anyway, I had forgotten about all that when about a week later at around 3 am I was walking from the rig to the accommodation (which was a 5min walk) when suddenly I heard the most horrible wailing coming from far far away. The wailing evoked all sorts of feelings: pain, desperation, despair, anger. I can't quite describe how it was; it was just creepy and horrendous, a sound you don't want to hear ever again.
I was all alone, all was dark apart from the dim light that lighted the path between the rig and the accommodation... I just ran back to the rig pale as paper, totally freaked out. The roughnecks saw my face and asked me what happened and I told them what I heard. They said it must have been La Llorona and that the sound was indeed terrifying to hear. Some sat down to pray to send her soul to rest. I couldn't go to the accommodation on my own for some night afterward. I never heard the wailing again and none of my colleagues ever heard it. I still wonder what sound it was... an animal? It sounded pretty human to me.
It could have been an animal. It could have been a person being tortured or murdered (hope not!, although the area was known for having a guerrilla group patrolling). It could have been anything. But boy, it was creepy!
My mom grew up right by the Mexico border (Del Rio Texas), she would tell us legends and myths and I loved them, still do, when ever we go somewhere I like to here the stories. The la Llorona name was rosa and she was a beautiful woman, and when her husband came back from working far away she found out he was cheating and that he was only coming back for the two children. She asked for one more picnic by the river with her children and he agreed. Rosa watched and decided if she could not have them no one can, and she drowned them. She felt instant regret and killed herself to go find them in heaven. But because she had killed someone (her kids) she is forever separated from them. (Her kids are in heaven while she is not allowed because she has blood on her conscience.)
Load More Replies...Panthers sound exactly like a woman screaming in horrible pain. I imagine that's what you heard. I've heard them in the mountains while camping, it does send shivers up your spine.
Sheep and goats make the most horrible, human, gut-wrenching, anguished cries just for the hell of it. It will give you goose bumps. maybe sheep?
Possibly a peacock. Except I don't believe they are native to S.America.
Ok, I've been thinking about this. It could have been a howler monkey. And the natives could have just been messing with you. Or, it could have been what they said! Lol
Load More Replies...Sorry but she was jealous of her children because her husband gave them more attention than her so she took them to the river to throw them in to drown them, immediately regrets her decision and jumps in to save them. No one made it out. I'm sorry I don't mean to be that person!!😔
I worked in a semi-new building a few years back, doing random office stuff. One event was someone calling my name directly behind me. Turn. No one there.
The second time was in the same room with others around and a k-cup came out of nowhere and hits me in the back of my leg. Ok, little frisky. I tell “it” to stop playing around.
And the third time I’m at a conference table with a door to my right and a table in front and a wall to my back. I’m standing at the table sorting some paper and felt a hand on my lower back like if you were to walk behind someone and do that so they don’t step back into you. I moved forward and said “sorry” if I blocked them and turn as I say it. No one there. I had the owner pull the security camera footage. That room as if had just happened and you see me standing there a mist man shape from inside the doorway and walk behind me. I step forward and turn to say sorry and it literally cloaks me and is gone. They started to believe when I did see or have things happen to me. I’m sensitive so I’m used to it. It’s starting again at my new job and already heard my name and felt “someone” touch my shoulder to get my attention.
He knows who you are and has followed you. He has a message for you. Be open.
I was alone at home sitting on my couch recently. My mom has passed and I was having a particularly bad day. I felt fingers resting on my shoulder and spun around expecting to see one of my 3 cats but they weren't there. My couch is up against a wall. I still can't explain it but I know what I felt. I like to think it was just my mom comforting me.
Seems he attached to you...seeing it doesnt seem violent try communicating with it. EVP/EMF or even simple flick lights 1 for yes 2 for no
I used to watch this show called The Dead Files. Sometimes the episodes feature people who are sensitive. It's said that people who are sensitive are like a beacon to spirits.
I must have been maybe 16 or 17 and worked at a very well-known wing & sports bar. I had a very outdated phone and was complaining about it to one of our managers at the time, who was in his maybe mid-50s. He offered to give me his old phone that he just upgraded from. I thought it was such a nice gesture and he explained that I reminded him a lot of his daughter when she was my age. So sweet, right? The next day he gives it to me and told me he made sure to wipe it clean. I go home that night to set it up and put all my photos on it, and noticed that there were a few photos and a video left on it. They were all of his private parts. I immediately showed my mom and she told me I had to tell the big boss man at work.
I went to work the next day and he asked if I liked the phone and all its features. I turned and walked straight over to the General Manager and gave him the phone and told him what happened. He sent me home so I thought I was in trouble. Obviously, I wasn't the one who was and the perv was fired and the police were called. I remind you of your daughter? Okay, I hope you enjoy jail for the rest of your life.
The fact that he mentions his daughter is just extra creepy
Maybe he only said that to make it seem less creepy? His daughter may not exist
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When I was working in the field, there were times when I had to work overtime on the weekend, all alone in the administration office. Every time it was approaching dusk, the “nice spirit” would start to drag the furniture on the second floor (sound only) to remind me that it was getting dark and it was not safe to stay there any longer.
How you gonna have that spirit disco, if you don't move the furniture away from the impromptu dance floor? Sure you can go through the tables, but it ruins the look
I worked for criminal attorneys for 22 years. I have many stories. But the creepiest story I can remember is about a young man who came in to see one of our biggest criminal attorneys.
I put him in a conference room and shut the door. I went back to my desk which had a window in front of it that looks straight out onto the conference room. One minute I looked up and I met eyes with that guy and I have never felt something so creepy in my entire life. It was he was off. The attorney came out and met with him and left, after I told the attorney what I felt. And he said well you have every right to feel that way because he murdered three people and he is out on appeal.
Good old court of appeal, "reasonable doubt" has become "any doubt no matter how obscure"
And what would the alternative be (to play devils advocate)? People wrongly accused languishing because of stricter standards of doubt?
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I worked in a nightclub as a waitress and had an old (very drunk) guy order a glass of breastmilk from me......I was 19 and had no kids.
Make him a glass of milk with sugar in it and charge him $100. Don't ever let creeps unsettle you, they feed off that. If you can't get them into trouble for being nasty, act as if they didn't bother you, whether you scream at him or treat his request as completely normal, do not give him the satisfaction of power by looking shaken.
My lecturer related this to me.
When she was working late into the night, she was getting ready to pack up when she saw a colleague. they talked for a while and she left down the staircase since there was only one staircase, and the lift was out of order. She then was walking out of the gate when she saw the exact same colleague there, heading off back home. She suspects the one she met upstairs wasn't her colleague
Something similar happened to me. It turned out the guy had a twin brother!
I wonder if the colleague was also wondering the same thing, like...wow, but I just met her upstairs moment ago...
I worked in an old courthouse for a while. We had our department records in the basement. No one wanted to go to the basement by themselves, as many people believed it to be haunted. (It was primarily used for storage.) It mostly didn't bother me, but there was one part of the basement that always made me feel uncomfortable.
After I left that job, some courthouse employees rediscovered the city gallows, which had been stored in that part of the basement.
:O Generally the dead cannot do any harm, so there is literally no need to be scared
If they die mad they stay mad. I've been to places where people were executed and lynched. Very angry spirits.
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I'm not sure if this really qualifies, but I was stationed on Hickam AFB which is adjacent to Pearl Harbor so it was also attacked during the raid. A lot of the base was preserved as is for historical reasons. The break room in the hangar I worked in had a giant metal cross beam riddled with bullet holes from Japanese Zeroes.
My Dad was stationed there in the early 70's. Always thought it was neat to see the holes.
I used to work for the local historical society in the basement of the oldest building in the city (Boise, Idaho). There was literally a bunch of stuff from Indian burial grounds all over the place. It was purported to be haunted. There were rooms that still had calendars on the walls from the early 80s, and looked straight out of a horror movie. Did I ever see anything spooky?
Nope! Not a thing!
Then I get a job at an insurance company in a brand new building and suddenly there are weird things all over. One conference room, in particular, is famous amongst the night crew because you'll always come around the corner to see a girl/woman going into it, but then there's no one inside when you get there. Automatic lights don't even turn on.
My theory is that all the electronics and sensors and such are creating EMFs that confuse the mind (as seen in lab tests), but deep down I like to think there's actually a haunting going on.
Could be a haunting. Just cause its new doesnt mean it cant be haunted
A haunting left over from one of the buildings that used to stand on that spot. The ghost just doesn’t realize their old home is long gone.
Load More Replies...Could be both. Hear me out; Ghost are supposed to be souls, right? Well, if a soul really exists, its basically pure EM energy. Energy like that could be interacting with the EMF in complex wireless tech. In essense, a high EMF zone could be allowing the "ghost" to have a bit more substance than usual, making then a bit more observable.
The basement of my parent's shop is really creepy. Several times I think I've seen someone down there when I was the only person on that floor. I used to think it was a trick of the light or something, but once I could have sworn it said my name. To be fair, it could have been one of those auditory illusions, but still. Creepy. I try not to go down there alone anymore.
I was alone in the middle of the night and heard a disembodied voice call my name-scary AF.
Were you in bed? Auditory hallucinations are quite common as you start to fall asleep and I've heard my dad call my name a few times. He is alive and well a few towns over. There's also a condition called something like exploding head syndrome where as you fall asleep you hear massive bangs.
Load More Replies...The shadow man, maybe? They hide in the shadows and you might catch them sometimes. They usually come out when a person is alone or sleeping. :)
they just said they heard them say their name... HEARRRRR
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Open plan office, hundreds of workers. Someone s**t on the floor.
True story. Random act by someone. They defecated in a corridor meters away from me and my co-workers. It wasn't an 'accident', it was deliberate. No-one was caught.
If anyone really cared to find out there's DNA analysis.
Load More Replies...I used to work in a supermarket and we had a phantom shitter. After looking at CCTV security saw it was a well dressed mid 50's female who was wearing trousers. I was told you could see her stop, wiggle her legs and then carried on walking leaving behind the s**t.
So disgusting & dirty.. why couldn't she use a bathroom?
Load More Replies...I have been told by people who sell clothing that it's *common* to find human feces in the changing rooms.
Hi Otter. And returned items. Source: Friends that work in the industry.
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I was on a pizza delivery and this house was way in the back of a field. There was space to walk up to the house, but the grass was really grown up and the sides. I was going back to my car and all of a sudden I heard a rattle in the tall grass. I didn't know if it was a snake or not, but it took everything inside of me not to start running.
First job besides babysitting. For 6 weeks, I was sitting at the reception desk at a private club. I was 15, and the co-worker I interacted with the most was a 73-year-old Irish man. One day, he asks what I like in school. I tell him I love biology, all animals, and the diversity and adaptations of living beings fascinate me. He answers something I don't quite understand, I think he's asking for an example, so I tell him it started with a book on dinosaurs I had when I was 6. He answers very sharply about fossils being fake. I don't understand what he means, I tell him, no no, I have some at home, and I've seen some at the museum. He starts rambling about how the world is 4000 years old, and anyone with a shred of intelligence should know that, and that fossils were put on the earth as a test of one's faith. As he unfurled all of this on me, he was becoming more and more red in the face, and he moved in quite close to me, and I was really shaken up, I thought for sure he'd slap me. He stormed off outside and I took refuge at the back of the bistro with the waitress. Also creepy at that place: a 35-year-old cook who would wait for me on the sidewalk to forcefully hug me every day as I walked back to the metro. And the fact that as a "woman" (girl), I wasn't allowed in the study and lounge rooms. I'd pop in as often as I could to tidy the newspapers, it was my excuse just because that rule irked me...
A private club with a men's only room?? Eewwwwww. THAT is the creepy and misogynistic part.
It was the reading/library room. But yes, even back then I felt it was wrong, which is why I poked in to "tidy up". I would order the magazines in chronological order, or clean out old newspapers from cupboards, and I'd get a little twinge of satisfaction from seeing old men look at me in disdain.. Making them feel uncomfortable, but they couldn't do anything about it.. 😜
Load More Replies...An old Irishman? Rejecting science over religion? The hell you say! OP is lucky he didn't begin praying over her.
Wow! My ex husband said the same thing about fossils. I've Never heard anyone else say it.
Worked in a design agency located in a former Victorian Inn until our first lockdown in April 2020. Many odd things, mainly noises from the basement. We did lots of exhibitions and would build our own props and interactives there. Things would move on their own and stairs would creak despite nobody being there. Used to hate being the one to lock up in the dark or go in on a weekend alone. So many basement noises…
I don't like basements. I swore that I would never have one in my house,and if I did I would never go in it.
My parents remodeled an old nursing home and turned it into an assisted living. There was a resident ghost we named Lola who made her presence known to many of us, but only bothered employees we found out later were not good people. She had lived in the area which became Apartment 2, on the other side of the dishwashing area. One evening I was filling in for another employee and washing dishes, and I started hearing 1920's style music coming from the other side of the wall. I was the only one in the kitchen, and Apartment 2 was empty, with the nearest occupied apartment at least 50 feet away.
I used to live in the basement of my parents house, the worst part of being down there was walking up and down those steps
I used to be a manager at a video store where this one guy worked, he’d always be super close to you and had no concept of personal space. It wasn’t just me he creeped out with his ways, he’d creep out the guys too... always following you around and just be super close. He never took a shower and smelled like hot cabbage.
Working at a shop there was an aisle between two big work tables. Many times felt something brush my shoulder when I would walk up the aisle.
Not me but a friend. They ran a small dairy and had an old milk can in the utility room. They kept hearing voices coming from it. They got rid of it!
Theory: the milk can acted as a glass would against a door, and the milk can picked up the vibrations of people speaking rooms or even buildings away. Im no expert, so u can shoot this down if I'm wrong, but it's possible I guess.
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Night watchman. Empty theater. Reading Steven King. Smoke curls over pages. Freak. Cigarette.
Ooo. Like seeing something move then realizing it was your own foot. I'm always wondering if it's a hair dangle, a bug, or something else ...
When I was a kid, I was scared of the dark. I always thought I could see faces floating across the room at me. I once woke up in the middle of the night, sensing something hovering over my face. When my eyes adjusted to the dark, I saw a hand about six inches from my nose. Took me a moment to realize it was my own hand. I had no clue how long I had lain there with my hand in that position. My arm had fallen asleep.
Load More Replies...My brother gave me King's "Salem's Lot" for Christmas when I was a teen. I was staying at their house for the holiday - a very old farmhouse in Maine. Salem's Lot was set in a town that would have been right next to it. It's really late. I get to the part when the vampires start tapping on a window and a mouse runs inside the wall right next to my head. I jumped a mile and slept with the lights on!
I'm in the military, living in shacks. One day I was the only female in the smoking area and the guys were talking about an incident where a certain team was staying in the shacks for a course and they raped a girl. Someone chimed in asking "didn't it happen twice?" Another guy in the smoking area says "where was my invitation?" and started laughing. I was absolutely shocked.
I took the one who said the comment aside afterwards and simply told him that there were a lot of things I could tolerate and that this wasn't one of them. He was extremely apologetic. If it happens again, I'll be reporting it, having done my due diligence.
Load More Replies...This is, sadly, common military mentality. I'm a military brat, born and raised in the lifestyle, and dated a few military folk. The sexism, mysoginy, and, sadly, assaults are all too common. In Canada there has been a lot of it coming to the surface and being exposed. Top ranking officers losing their ranks, position and pension because of past sexual assaults coming to light. Word to the wise: DO NOT DATE MILITARY PERSONEL (read: Men) UNLESS THEY ARE ACTIVELY SEEING A THERAPIST. No, I'm not kidding. This is coming from myself AND my vet partner who sees therapists monthly. There is so much s**t and abuse that happens in the daily military life, and that's not counting on PTSD or conflict born trauma.
10 years in the Army, never raped a soul. Never knew a rapist. Have to disagree with the not dating military men. There are a$$holes in college too. Married another soldier, 40 years next November.
Load More Replies...I used to work at a school pictures place. I usually got in 1st in the morning. Always hit the bathroom first, then made coffee, fed the fish, etc. Sometimes I would hear a photographer come in while I was in the bathroom. Well, apparently while we were closed over Christmas a woman died in the field next to our building. Walking home from the bar, passed out, and froze. Didn't know this until after the "incidents". In the bathroom and hear someone walking down the hall. They stop in front of the bathroom then move away. When I got out, nobody was in the building. The door was locked. Questioned everyone, then searched the building to make sure no intruders. Life goes on. The next day in the bathroom, this time I actually see the shadow of someone coming up to the bathroom door and see the door handle jiggle. Announced I'd be out in a minute. Once again, nobody was in the building. Coworkers thought it was great, starting leaving notes around that said "Boo". After having to search this big half-empty building twice for people hiding I just announced "I wish you would knock it off. Every time you show up I have to search the building for intruders, and that scares me a lot more than you do!" Never happened again.
I used to volunteer for a British animal charity. A temporary paid member of staff kept touching me and saying she needs hugs. But would barge past me all the time. She also told lies about me to senior management and volunteers. She would approach me when told to stay away. Left in the end. She pushed me till my anxiety left me a wreck. Loved that charity. Can't bear it now.
Got 2. Let's go from scary-creepy and then plain creepy customer. 1. Was working at a historical center for a religious order doing archives and museum things for them. The center is located in the old convent (4th floor). The guides there refused to do the closing because they thought the doll display and the corridor for artifacts was scary at the end of the day. Being the new guy there, I accept to do the closing (you do it alone)... and it's eerie. The corridor is called "The Red Corridor" because the room at the end of it has a red light passing through under the door and a shadow moves back and forth. I went in to see what's what, it's just the sun hitting red curtains and the air ventilation moving it. Still, the museum part is creepy too... lots of places to hide, lots of artifacts/objects belonging to deceased nuns, and the dolls! I can swear their eyes were following me around and some guides heard the sound when closing (I did too, but quite sure it was the plumbing). Oh! And the painting of the founder looks exactly like Vigo in Ghostbusters 2. 2. Bad creepy. Was working at another museum as a guide and there was a free part that anyone can see. There was a homeless man that comes and goes all the time. We were told they were welcome since it's a good place to keep warm during winter and protect from the rain. But this guy, who was OK during 2 weeks, started showing creepy behavior towards our female guides. Blowing kisses, flirting, and kind of stalking one in particular. The day he was banned from the museum, he was caught in the chapel part of the museum masturbating to the Virgin Mary and when asked to leave, he tried to wipe his hands on someone. Creepy disgusting.
While I was still at the university I was working in one underground museum (under an active orthodox church). The museum represented an old Roman Necropolis which is creepy enough for the beginning of the story. I had to go all alone at the beginning of the day and at the end to turn off the lights, check all of the graves for any forgotten items, and so on.
As an active church, almost every day we had different church services, but the awful ones were when they had to serve a burial service.
I was with a group of tourists at the end of our walk through the underground cemetery and the finish point is just below the altar of the church. Then all of a sudden a burial service for a young teen started and everyone in the church started crying out loud. It was terrifying to hear other children crying for their friends. Not a ghost story but I still got shivers all over my body when I think about this memory.
In another story, I was left all alone at the reception desk of the museum (again underground) when a very old lady came, dressed all in black, and came down the stairs. She looked very desperate and a little bit freaky. Thank God, my colleague returned a minute after she entered the museum and saw me standing still so she started talking with the old lady. I sat down on the chair and then she turned to me, caressed my cheek, and whispered "My son died". I was frozen.
End of a story.
I worked in a call center for a large satellite TV provider (not DISH, the other one that has since been bought by a major cell phone provider) handling technical support calls. The group I was in and helped launch handled people who called in more than 6 times in 30 days, so it was a lot of TLC for most calls. Some people, however, just wanted someone to talk to or refused to order pay-per-views through the website or other methods. One evening, a gentleman (used loosely) called to order some... adult content. After verifying the caller and account, I placed the order for him and asked him to mute his TV and turn the channel to make sure it was working. He told me it was, and I closed the call. We were not permitted to hang up on customers, even if the call had ended and the customer didn't hang up. This guy... well... he set the phone next to himself and started... enjoying his movie. While moaning my name. There's not enough brain bleach in the world to make me forget that call...
and you wonder why call centre operators uses aliases for their name 🤮
It was definitely a first for me, but I was able to get management for my call group at least to allow an agent to release a call in situations where the call was over but the customer didn't hang up. I didn't get written up or anything, but my manager did call me over to have a conversation about hanging up on a customer. When I told him the story, he offered to buy me a drink after the shift was over.
Load More Replies...Working in a prison I have a LOT. But the most recent is this: I'm basically a counselor, but not like psychology (although that happens too) but we are in charge of EVERYTHING in the offender's life in prison, intake, release, banking, legal, serving warrants in prison, you name it we do it. Anyway... I have a late night because I also teach classes to the inmates. Substance Abuse, Family Ties (how to properly have relationships and sever toxic ones), Changing Offender Behavior, and many many more. One night I was in between classes and the unit. My office was at the moment empty as it was held as a reserve for any inmates that tested positive for COVID and would be quarantined. So literally it's just me. Not another *living* soul around. A fellow officer had her office right next to mine. I heard a loud coughing fit. It made me jump because I thought she had gone home because it wasn't her late night. I got up to make sure she was ok (the walls were put up after the prison was built to make more offices so paper thin) and yall, her door was locked and the office was dark. She was not there. Also, there was absolutely no way she could've snuck out in the 5 seconds it took me to go from my office to hers, plus she would've had to pass in front of my picture window. Crazy.
Okay, so, my place of work is known locally for having a spirit roaming the halls. We've even had a team of paranormal investigators come around and conduct an investigation of the place once. I thought it was just some stunt for publicity for a while until I experienced something myself. I'm a server, but sometimes if I want to work overtime I'll stay after the customers leave and help clean up the place. One day I was doing exactly that, and it was around midnight. I was taking a laundry bag of tablecloths and linens upstairs to get washed. As I was going up the stairs, I heard footsteps around the corner in the office. I assumed it was one of the managers doing some work up there. I knocked on the closed door to gain permission to access, but no one answered. I opened the door and nobody was there. I was creeped out, obviously. I set the bag down by the desk and turned to leave. The door to the stairs was shut. When I tried to open said door, it felt like someone was holding the handle still on the other side. I tugged for a while until finally the doorknob turned and I was let out. I more or less sprinted downstairs, but when I first turned to go down the stairs, I saw a glimpse of a man standing in the doorway. I left immediately after.
My first job out of college, a small walkable mining town near the NM/AZ border. Rented a tiny house next to a creek/ditch lined with cattails and tall grasses, a little bridge not far. Walked home many nights along a path between back fences and foliage. The spookiest thing, though, was a small earthquake that swayed the hanging lamp and made it hard to run outside.
After being out with the flu for three days, I showed up to work at a middle school early to catch up. The AED alarm was going off so I put my things down and followed the voices I heard. As part of the response team, I grabbed the AED and got to the emergency first, which was an unresponsive man face down in a tractor-trailer which had cages to hold animals for a petting zoo. A colleague and I flipped the man over who had clearly died hours earlier. On my knees, I rubbed my eyes as my colleague closed the deceased man's eyes and said "I'm so sorry, sir." I looked up and a miniature horse was staring at me no less than a foot from my face. I never lost eye contact with it as I backed away and directed the EMT (who was a former student of mine) to the emergency. I then went inside, washed my hands thoroughly, and worked the day until I could go home and comprehend what happened.
AED is a defibrillator (medical tech for a person whose heart has stopped beating). EMT is an Emergency Medical Technician (i.e a paramedic). Knowing that doesn't make the rest ofthe story make more sense, though!
Load More Replies...At his very best, Ron was two tacos short. I didn't know him at all. I worked in Training, he in Fulfillment. In the four years I'd worked there, Ron and I had never exchanged more than a single word: "hi" or "hey" or "g'night" (with two exceptions). When a supervisor from Corporate sent me the thank-you gift of an enormous popcorn tin, I put it in the break room with a loud note: "EAT ME." That same day, Ron stomped to my desk and yelled, "You nasty girl! You're disgusting! I took that popcorn and threw it in the dumpster!" -- 😳 (No idea how he knew it was mine.) A few months later, I had an emergency hysterectomy and was in the hospital for four days. My family was there most of every day; my best friend was with me for several hours; my former girlfriend brought flowers with this card tucked in: "YOU LUCKY BITCH." 😂 I neither needed nor expected to see anyone else. The second night after surgery, I was falling asleep to Jeopardy! when I heard stompy footsteps and a jovial male voice: "Hey, Kim! Stopped bleeding yet?" The curtain was pulled back and there stood Ron. Stupid grin plastered on his face. He came over to the bed and put. his. hand. on. my. stomach. and yelled, "How ya feelin'? Came to check up on you!" It was indescribably creepy and so very gross. And I was powerless. I turned my head away and he started chattering. Then - du miracle! My nurse walked in. Her name was Terry and I'll never forget her. She assessed the situation at once. She read him the riot act and threatened to call security if he didn't leave immediately. She was my heroine. I wish I'd had a tape recorder. But christ . . . what a ghastly creep.
It's amazing how many people do experience these types of things. Please people, don't be shy, tell us your stories!
Agreed! Been looking for signs of my work ghosty with no luck :(
Load More Replies...I used to work in a building that was meant to be haunted by the ghost of a bus driver who had been killed on the site when it was a bus terminal. I never saw anything remotely ghostly, but the ghost liked to bring me pens - some mornings there would be a dozen or more on my desk and everyone else had none. (OK, so there's probably a perfectly good, non-spooky explanation, but I like to imagine the ghost carefully carrying pens one by one to my desk every night!)
I work as a mechanic for the city and my specialty is two stroke engines, chainsaws, trimmers and the like. Well, our forestry department must be haunted or cursed, because at least once a month I get a chainsaw that had the mixed fuel magically turn into plain gas. No one has ever put the wrong fuel in, they have no idea what happened. (two strokes need a mix of gas and oil, otherwise they don't get the proper lubrication and the piston/cylinder will overheat and lock up. It's junk at that point.)
One time I stayed at a air bnb and it was super creepy. Me and my brother went into the basement to explore. All of the furniture was pushed against the walls except for a child’s decorative chair sitting in middle of the room. Spray painted on the wall was measurements of the house. On one corner of the map was the word ‘trap’ . Needless to say I didn’t go near that spot.
I worked as a cashier at a grocery store, and while I was checking customers groceries I heard someone whisper my name. I had just recently been diagnosed with bipolar, so my first thought was "Great. Now I'm hearing voices?" Then later on when we were leveling the aisles during closing, a few other cashiers mention that they heard their names being whispered earlier in the day. I never mentioned it to anyone. The next thing I thought was "Yes! I'm not crazy!" Lol Still really creepy..
My workplace has a toilet ghost in the ladies' room in one particular cabin. Boss says it's the drainpipes because the house is old and the toilets are in the basement. But drainpipes don't flush the toilet by themselves or ask "hmmmmm?" in a loud moaning voice the moment you enter the cabin with a drain unclogging tool. She only ever speaks to me, my co-workers never met her. Of course we call her Myrtle.
I was 5 when m' grandfather purchased a beautiful lake house. Many, many times I'd hear glasses tinkling, people murmuring, laughter in it's greatroom/ sunroom which had a good-sized bar in it.. I'd frequently see a man in one o' it's bedrooms- he'd a notched collar, priest-like attire. He'd just turn & look at me when I was nearby. None o' these experiences frightened me in any way. When I was older I learned that the property was owned by the Catholic dioceses in the late 1800s. It had also been owned by a man who trained animals for the movie industry in the 1930s. He'd built the great room to entertain guests. Mind you, I was 5, non-catholic, & m' grandparents weren't big drinkers.
Creepy client story for me. I (a 26 year old male at the time) work at a game store (like billiards and stuff for game rooms), and I was helping this lady (probably late 40's to early 50's) shop for a pool cue. This lady was coming in close to me (during COVID) and was saying things like "I'd like you to teach me how to play pool". And before she left, she asked for my name so that I could be the sales rep that would help her out in the future. The commission I got for that sale did not make it worth feeling like cougar bait.
At his very best, Ron was two tacos short. I didn't know him at all. I worked in Training, he in Fulfillment. In the four years I'd worked there, Ron and I had never exchanged more than a single word: "hi" or "hey" or "g'night" (with two exceptions). When a supervisor from Corporate sent me the thank-you gift of an enormous popcorn tin, I put it in the break room with a loud note: "EAT ME." That same day, Ron stomped to my desk and yelled, "You nasty girl! You're disgusting! I took that popcorn and threw it in the dumpster!" -- 😳 (No idea how he knew it was mine.) A few months later, I had an emergency hysterectomy and was in the hospital for four days. My family was there most of every day; my best friend was with me for several hours; my former girlfriend brought flowers with this card tucked in: "YOU LUCKY BITCH." 😂 I neither needed nor expected to see anyone else. The second night after surgery, I was falling asleep to Jeopardy! when I heard stompy footsteps and a jovial male voice: "Hey, Kim! Stopped bleeding yet?" The curtain was pulled back and there stood Ron. Stupid grin plastered on his face. He came over to the bed and put. his. hand. on. my. stomach. and yelled, "How ya feelin'? Came to check up on you!" It was indescribably creepy and so very gross. And I was powerless. I turned my head away and he started chattering. Then - du miracle! My nurse walked in. Her name was Terry and I'll never forget her. She assessed the situation at once. She read him the riot act and threatened to call security if he didn't leave immediately. She was my heroine. I wish I'd had a tape recorder. But christ . . . what a ghastly creep.
It's amazing how many people do experience these types of things. Please people, don't be shy, tell us your stories!
Agreed! Been looking for signs of my work ghosty with no luck :(
Load More Replies...I used to work in a building that was meant to be haunted by the ghost of a bus driver who had been killed on the site when it was a bus terminal. I never saw anything remotely ghostly, but the ghost liked to bring me pens - some mornings there would be a dozen or more on my desk and everyone else had none. (OK, so there's probably a perfectly good, non-spooky explanation, but I like to imagine the ghost carefully carrying pens one by one to my desk every night!)
I work as a mechanic for the city and my specialty is two stroke engines, chainsaws, trimmers and the like. Well, our forestry department must be haunted or cursed, because at least once a month I get a chainsaw that had the mixed fuel magically turn into plain gas. No one has ever put the wrong fuel in, they have no idea what happened. (two strokes need a mix of gas and oil, otherwise they don't get the proper lubrication and the piston/cylinder will overheat and lock up. It's junk at that point.)
One time I stayed at a air bnb and it was super creepy. Me and my brother went into the basement to explore. All of the furniture was pushed against the walls except for a child’s decorative chair sitting in middle of the room. Spray painted on the wall was measurements of the house. On one corner of the map was the word ‘trap’ . Needless to say I didn’t go near that spot.
I worked as a cashier at a grocery store, and while I was checking customers groceries I heard someone whisper my name. I had just recently been diagnosed with bipolar, so my first thought was "Great. Now I'm hearing voices?" Then later on when we were leveling the aisles during closing, a few other cashiers mention that they heard their names being whispered earlier in the day. I never mentioned it to anyone. The next thing I thought was "Yes! I'm not crazy!" Lol Still really creepy..
My workplace has a toilet ghost in the ladies' room in one particular cabin. Boss says it's the drainpipes because the house is old and the toilets are in the basement. But drainpipes don't flush the toilet by themselves or ask "hmmmmm?" in a loud moaning voice the moment you enter the cabin with a drain unclogging tool. She only ever speaks to me, my co-workers never met her. Of course we call her Myrtle.
I was 5 when m' grandfather purchased a beautiful lake house. Many, many times I'd hear glasses tinkling, people murmuring, laughter in it's greatroom/ sunroom which had a good-sized bar in it.. I'd frequently see a man in one o' it's bedrooms- he'd a notched collar, priest-like attire. He'd just turn & look at me when I was nearby. None o' these experiences frightened me in any way. When I was older I learned that the property was owned by the Catholic dioceses in the late 1800s. It had also been owned by a man who trained animals for the movie industry in the 1930s. He'd built the great room to entertain guests. Mind you, I was 5, non-catholic, & m' grandparents weren't big drinkers.
Creepy client story for me. I (a 26 year old male at the time) work at a game store (like billiards and stuff for game rooms), and I was helping this lady (probably late 40's to early 50's) shop for a pool cue. This lady was coming in close to me (during COVID) and was saying things like "I'd like you to teach me how to play pool". And before she left, she asked for my name so that I could be the sales rep that would help her out in the future. The commission I got for that sale did not make it worth feeling like cougar bait.
