Haunted Restaurant?

[Antisocial_Worker]

Here's a selection of personal ghost stories that have occurred in my family history.

And here's a selection of ghost stories that occurred at a hotel where I used to work. There used to be a lot more of these stories, but they were wiped out in a hack of the old CS site.

[Gawdzillers]

Not at work, but...

I was coming back from Colorado, and I stopped in a motel in Topeka. I swear, I heard someone whistling in the corner. And not the wind kind of whistle. They were whistling a tune. And then I heard slow, heavy, rhythmic thunks outside the door. Too slow to be someone's footsteps.

[Palsgraf]

The co-worker who had insisted that I tell the manager about my experience finally told me hers.

She had finished putting wine glasses on a shelf, walked away, and turned off the light behind her when she heard a loud crash. Several of the glasses had just fallen off the shelf and hit the floor.

But none of those glasses were on the edge of the shelf, nor were they stacked one upon another where they could have settled and fallen. They just moved off the shelf (and gravity did the rest).


Something else I noticed: Several dining rooms have no windows in them, and after turning off the breakers at the back of the restaurant, one must walk past these absolutely pitch black rooms

[it's 1:05 am and the damn cat just pushed open the door and made me jump!]

one must walk past these rooms that are completely dark, towards the light of the few kitchen lights that are left on for the night.

While closing with a manager last week, I was walking down this hallway by myself and felt cold - like it was 20 degrees or more colder - in that hallway. The temperature seemed 'normal' again once I reached the kitchen.


(I think that was also the night I took the life-size cardboard Danny deVito from the lobby and put in in the hallway after my manger thought I'd left. She saw it and screamed. Now she hates me. I suppose I deserve that.)

[Palsgraf]

Last night I was walking down a hallway at the restaurant where I can see into an often unused banquet room before turning to walk toward the bar (... the same hallway as in the original post).

The main lights in the banquet room were off, so it was dark. But there was enough light for me to see someone moving in the room.

Now, I've seen people wandering in there before. Usually it's just customers wandering around, looking at all the c**p on the walls. Sometimes it's people looking for the exit (there is an exit over the door to the room because it has two emergency exits, though it would be better to direct them into the bar towards the front doors). I once caught a glance through the small window in the closed door of an old lady who had wandered in looking for the restrooms - I wonder how long she'd been in there!).

So I went in to ask our wandering customer if he was lost, or if he'd like me to turn on some lights so he could see better.

But when I went in ... there was no one there.

(There are two other exits to the room, but they're both emergency exits with noisy alarms that squeal if the doors are opened.)

[Misanthropical]

I live in a very old town with lots of interesting history, so there is hardly anywhere you could go and not run into a haunting.

I accept it as a part of life, but one scared the holy hell out of me and you know if it scared me it was pretty darn scary, since I usually am the first one in if I hear about a haunting.

Anyway, I use to work in a 28 or so (don't remember the exact number) floor building and no, it wasn't the 13th floor that scared me. It was the very top floor, as soon as I got off the elevator to patrol it I would become so frightened that I wanted to get back on the elevator and leave.

I never really saw anything, it was the feeling of being watched by something that really would have loved to hurt me bad. I had the feeling that the thing or things were following me around while I was on the floor, so I got to the point that when I went to patrol the floor I would call my husband to talk to me while I was up there. He never asked me why I always called him when I was on that floor, but I think he suspected. We don't talk about it.

There was nothing on that floor, no desks, no nothing. It use to be the executive floor where all the big wigs had their offices and personal bathrooms. So, I have no idea why I would get the feelings I did, but I got them and I still get a chill down my spine just talking about it.

The floor was wired for sound and had cameras, which remained off, since if they were on we would hear voices and see people moving around. However, the computer didn't show anyone swiping their card to get on the floor and there was never anyone there when security checked it out.

The cleaning crew refused to go on that floor for any reason, so if security dropped something and made a mess, it was up to us to clean it up, because the cleaning crew would not go up there for love or money.

I had no problems with the rest of the building or the elevators that would go to floors uncalled or open up in front of me before I had pushed the button to call it. I would thank who ever had sent for the elevator for me.

[Boggles]

I never used to believe in ghosts until two events occured.

The first was about 3 years ago. I walked in to work looking very bemused and said to the boss
"I've just seen Mrs Jones."
Boss: "At quarter to six in the morning? She's up adn about early"
Me: "Yup. Dunno why. She said hello and and waved but i didn't stop"

Five minutes later in walks a visibly shaken colleague. "I've just seen Vera jones at the top of the road"
Me: "Yes, so did I"
Colleague "The thing is. She keeled over dead at bingo last night in town!"

The second event was when i bought this house 12 months ago. It's a plain terraced house, almost 200 years old. The thing is, things move.

In february i mangled my shoulder Clicky if you're feeling brave! and as a result of the muscle damage, I still have problems twisting it in certain ways. I physically cannot reach over to the left hand side of the bed when i am laid down. As soon as i get halfway my shoulder erupts in a burst of pain. Last week i went to bed to read my book and discovered both the book adn water glass on the left hand bedside table. I never use that table.

I've left stuff on the floor and found it later folded on a chair. I left my dishes in the drainer. Went down 2 hours later and they were stacked on the counter. And there are times when the cats freak out simultaeously hissing and growling at the same empty patch of space.

[Misanthropical]

Oh, is it time to talk about ghosts in our home? Oh boy! We named ours "Ethan" it was decided one night between my husband, our daughter and myself. Yes, my husband, who has no desire to be part of anything haunted and will make up the most off the wall stories to explain the unexplainable in our house.

Ethan likes to hide things for awhile and then put it back somewhere in plain sight that had already been searched three times before.

I have been reading in bed and hear someone pacing in the hallway, but it couldn't be the children because all the lights are off and they don't walk in the hallway in the dark.

I have been reading in bed and heard the toilet lid slam shut in the hall bathroom that no one has been in for at least 5 hours before and again the lights were all off in that area. I actually got up and looked on that one and the children had their doors closed and they were all sound asleep.

My little guy claims Ethan moves his leggos around while he is in school. I know I didn't touch them and no one else was home.

My big guy claims Ethan likes to play with his computer when he is in school and again I don't touch my son's computer, because it's all greasy from the snacks he eats while using it.

I have heard what I thought was my husband yelling my name very loudly while I was in the bathroom, but every time I ask him what was so important he had to scream my name, he just gives me a look and says he didn't say a word.

My little guy told me that one morning he got woke up because he heard his sister say his name right in his ear, but when he got up to see what she wanted, her door was closed and she was still asleep as were the rest of the family. He has also heard breathing in his ear.

My daughter says he sometimes just watches her while she does her homework or is on her computer, even reading over her shoulder on the computer, but will leave when she tells him she is going to change or is going to bed.

That is just some of things that happen in our house.

As for other things, my daughter told me that she has seen a neighbor of ours in his yard and sitting next to his wife on his porch, so what is so weird about that? He has been dead for awhile, so yes, he had already died when she saw him in his yard and sitting next to his wife. Her friend who was with her one of the times, saw him and ran screaming all the way back to her own house. My daughter just waved at him and walked on. That reminds me, I have to ask her to take me by his house one of these times, just to walk by, we don't want to upset his widow.

[mandaliz8704]

I'm pretty sure I've never told these stories here. They don't compare to HauntedHead's stories by a looong shot, but they freaked me out just the same.

These all happened around June of '03, after I had my first son.

My mother had loaned me the rocking chair that she got at her baby shower when she was pregnant with me. I put it in Connor's room, and I would sit in it during the middle of the night feedings. I was sitting there with him one night when he was a week or two old, it was about 2am. So, I'm sitting there feeding him, facing the crib. I could see the doorway in my peripheral vision and I saw what I thought was my husband (it was a tall guy wearing black shorts) standing about 3 feet in from the door, looking at me. I turned my head to say something to him, and there was no one there. I looked in our bedroom doorway and he was in bed asleep. I asked him the next morning if he'd gotten up and he said no...so I described what I saw. He said his grandfather used to sleep in black shorts every night. I don't know if it was him or not, but it freaked me out.

Another night, I had woken up in the middle of the night because I thought I heard the baby. I was laying there half asleep listening to the baby monitor, waiting to hear him. Instead, I heard what sounded like interference...then something that sounded like about 15 people all talking at once... then I heard the squeaky spot. (There was a spot in the carpet that would squeak if you stepped on it, it was right in front of the crib.) I continued to hear the squeaking for a little bit, then more talking, then squeaking, etc... it changed every 10 seconds or so for about a minute and a half.

I managed to make myself get up and go look ( I reaaalllly didn't want to ) I walked into the baby's room and the rocking chair was moved over in front of the crib and still moving like someone had been rocking it and got up. The baby was asleep, and the monitor was quiet. I know that I did not leave the chair there because I purposely never put it there because of that spot in the carpet. I went and sat in the chair and rocked it to see if it was on the squeaky spot and it was. Yeah, I grabbed the baby and we slept the rest of the night downstairs in the living room.

[Misanthropical]

Come on people! I want to read more ghost stories! What does a girl have to do around here to get some true ghost stories?

Sure, I could post mine all night, but I want to read other peoples! Throw me a bone here!

[Palsgraf]

The manager who had scoffed at my claim of seeing someone in the empty banquet room pulled me aside tonight.

She told me that late Wednesday night, when she was - she thought - the last person in the restaurant, she went upstairs to the old management office to bring down some printer paper.

She heard Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, and thought someone was knocking on the office door. "Duh, the door's open!" she thought, but there was no one there.

She stepped out of the office and again heard Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock from the only other door upstairs: the door to what we call "the scary room."

The Scary Room is the unfinished remainder of the upstairs - the attic - used for miscellaneous storage. She thought someone was locked in there, so she unlocked & opened the door and ... there was no one there.

I don't know if she reached in to turn on the light switch (I didn't think to ask).

She quickly realized that someone wouldn't be locked in, since the lock on that door only locks people out.

She left immediately. She ran out of the building. She didn't stop back in the office to run the management labor report on the computer. She didn't stop to set the alarm for the building. She ran.

(Bet she won't be doubting me again any time soon!)

[KymmyKyller]

I live near a military base and out in the boondocks are a crap ton of mining shafts and old miner housing.

While my stories situate around the town, I'll explain about two that happened out in ye olde boondocks.

1-

The route is used to get to Laughlin, NV. It's really dark pretty much the whole way through until the freeway. Well, we were about 40 minutes into the trip and I swore I saw a bonfire in the middle of the desert. Now, it could have been one of those hill-people who live out in the mountains but garbed in early on clothing and then no bonfire? Well, it could have been a trick of light but I doubt it. Numerous miners died in those shafts.

2-

Brought to you by my grandmother and father. Middle of winter (well, whatever kind of season it is, rarely is it cold) around 11PM, my father is going with grandmother to Laughlin. They're driving down near the extinct volcano and they said their car became odd-sounding. Slowing a bit, they keep driving and grandmother said she let out a shriek. Looking out the window she had seen something zoom from the mountain top, into the sky, and away. This thing was illuminated and oddly shaped triangle.

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In town, there's a pizzeria that's pretty awesome. I worked there under the table for about 4 months because my uncle needed some help as the manager was too cheap to hire off anyone else.

My uncle died Feb. 14, 2007. When everything was said and done (I was in hysterics after he passed; a great man he was) I went back to work for about 2 days before the manager cut me off. Now, I'll tell you this - My uncle died at the pizzeria and I came back to work a day after he passed to get my mind off the death.
There is something very therapeutic about washing dishes, I swear.

For those two days, I couldn't get out of my station UNTIL those dishes were done and I kept hearing, "Clean, cornhole!" After my stack was done, I was more than able to leave. I also looked at the corner where the cooks had sneaked smokes when it was too cold to go out. I saw a lit Marlboro and the smell of my uncle.


Granted - I may have imagined those things but I doubt I did. He was notorious for calling people names (his way of saying, "I love you!") and he always, always, always smelled like Drakkar Noir. No one else could really smell like him, I don't think.

Of course there are a couple more stories but other than that, these are my main ones.

[Dreamstalker]

When my mom was in culinary school, she was supervising students at a restaurant that was a converted jailhouse. I don't remember any of the sightings (this was ~18 years ago), but there was one entity who liked to play around in the cooler (harmless pranks; at first she thought it was a student). A lot of things seemed to be focused around the bar/staff dining area.

In the mid-90s, she was the executive chef at the Boston Raquet Club's bar/restaurant (which IIRC is no longer in existence). It was on the 13th floor...before that I didn't think skyscrapers had a floor 13 for superstitious reasons (a lot of buildings I've been in that are over 13 floors do not; what would be floor 13 is numbered either 14 or P). A lot of times the elevator would come up on its own, doors would open and stay open like there were passengers coming on and off, doors would close and it would go down to the lobby. I think she said that the elevator was checked for a mechanical problem that would cause that and there was none. I always meant to ask her if any of the visitors ever came to eat, but kept forgetting (although there were odd happenings in the restaurant area itself, none of which I actually witnessed or recall).

[AccountingDrone]

Come on people! I want to read more ghost stories! What does a girl have to do around here to get some true ghost stories?

Sure, I could post mine all night, but I want to read other peoples! Throw me a bone here!

OK =)
My great grandfather built thishouse for himself, one across the street from it for my great uncle Al, and the one next to it for my Grandfather. My parents bought it from my great aunt Bessie who inherited it from my great grandfather when he died in 1949. My father was still active military, so he parked my mother there whenever he was stationed over seas. On one memorable occasion my mum had gone out to dinner with my grandparents and my aunt and uncle who had moved into the house across the street when my great uncle had decided to sell up and move permanently to Arizona. At that time, the servants quarters were empty, my mum preferred day maids to live in servants. My uncle and mum returned home late in the evening to find every single light in the house turned on, including those in the basement and attic. After the police had searched the entire place to make sure there were no burglers in the place, they had to get a locksmith in to unlock one of the basement rooms so they could turn the light off.

We sold up in 1970, after my father retired and took a job in industry. The mew owners of the house had issues with people living in the attic, they had been trying to trade living space for maid service. There was a sound of the bathroom door opening and closing, footsteps going down the hallway to the office, and that door opening and shutting.

I happen to know it was my great grandfather because he was my *imaginary* playmate when I was 3 years old ... some 40 years after his death and never having met him or seen a photograph of him. The child psychologist my parents had me see made me describe my playmate to him, and it was my great grandfather, down to the birthmark on his neck.

I'm the only person that can sleep undisturbed in the attic.

mrDrone and I intend to buy the house back when my mum dies and we finally have the money to do so. His job has the possibility of 100% telecommuting.

[mandaliz8704]

That house is GORGEOUS. *drool*

[Misanthropical]

AccountingDrone, I so want that house! I would kill to live in it! It is so beautiful!

Okay, enough of me drooling over the house.

My big guy told me that when he was 3 years old he saw a talking dirty bubble. He doesn't remember what it said to him, but he has always stuck to the story of seeing the thing. The whole house was weird, not counting what my son saw.

My daughter was just a baby when we lived in that same house as my son mentioned. His room faced the parking lot where it over looked our parking spot. Anyway, one day I had gone out with the children and when we got back and pulled in I looked at his bedroom window and saw a man standing there holding a sign that said "EVIL". I thought to myself "HOLY SHIT!" and told the children to wait in the car.

I went in, grabbed a knife and searched the whole house, but no one was there. I brought the children in after I was sure no one was in the house. I don't know why I didn't think to go in and call the police, since the phone was right next to the door.

Again, the same house. I woke up one day after taking a nap on the couch and heard a voice from the vent say "GET OUT!" I told myself I was still half asleep and probably only heard the central air come on.

As you who know me know I suffer from insomnia, so one night I went up to bed and has just gotten into bed when I heard my grandmother's voice (she died two months after my daughter was born, so that happened about 6 months later) yell up the stairs "HELLO!". I wasn't about to go back downstairs to see if she was really there. It scared me and I know my grandmother living or not would not do anything to scare me, so I wasn't sure what I would see if I went downstairs. I'm still glad I didn't go back downstairs.

The laundry room was in the basement in it's own little room. If I went down there with an armful of laundry the door to the laundry room would open. I would thank who ever did it and start to put the laundry in the washing machine when I saw the door closing. I said "please leave the door open" and it swung back open.

I will tell you what my husband told me because he will deny it now, but I saw his face when it happened, so I know it really happened. So, he was in the basement listening to music when he heard someone walk up behind him and say something. He turned around to ask me to repeat what I said, but found out I wasn't in the basement. He was the only one there.

He ran upstairs where I was nursing our daughter and asked me if I had just been in the basement. I told him that I hadn't since I was nursing the baby. He told me what happened and went upstairs to calm down.

Another time, I was taking a shower in a shower that had that weird glass type door, you know where you can see if someone walks in the bathroom but not clearly? Anyway, I saw what I thought was my husband walk in and sit down on the toilet with the toilet lid closed. I made a suggestion and didn't get a response, so I opened the door, but no one was there. I shut the door and looked but didn't see anyone any more.

There was so much that happened at that house that I started to question my own sanity, so I was more than happy to move out when we did. I have since learned that those townhouses have a high suicide rate. I think it's because of all the paranormal activity that goes on there.