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I actually work in a restaraunt that's purported to be haunted. Just started back there after a couple years out of town.
Back the first time I worked there in 2003, I worked a lot of late night shifts. As a bit of history, Sharkey's Dockside Cafe & Lounge used to be a hotel, and before that was a mill. Several of the offices and storage rooms are simply emptied out hotel rooms, and I think that our main prep kitchen was the hotel's original kitchen. The building itself is, more or less, still intact.
There are a few stories, I'll post what I can remember. Apparently some lady drowned her baby in the shower stall if what is now our patio's dishpit. And there are apparently a few ghosts of men and women who haunt the place.
I can definitly attest that the place has a vibe to it. Its not really noticable in the day time, but at night I kept getting a lot of flashes at the corners of my vision, and kept feeling presences moving around. I have a decent "sensing" area when it comes to people around me, and I can normally tell pretty accuratley when someone is behind me, even if they don't make a sound. I KEPT getting this feeling, even in empty rooms. Like there were a few people still around.
I haven't worked any nights since I started back on Monday, but I'll post here if I sense anything else. The place is being torn down next year, so I'm hoping to find something there before I leave for Oxford in mid July.
As a not-quite-haunting, when my family first moved into our current house it had a lot of that "spiritual leakage". My theory is that between the time the old tenants moved out, and took most of their old resonance with them, and the time that we moved in...something else took up residence. I got the very distinct impression that its some form of centipede spirit that lives in an alcove in the back of the washing room, around the water heater and behind the washer and dryer. Not for sounds...but the general vibe I got off it.
For the longest time it and I were on...not the best of terms. It was a genuinly hostile entity that, I think, resented me having my room in the basement....possibly also because I brought my own small brood of spirits along with me (in the form of the little guardian figurines that I put around my room), and the fact that I used to have a tendency to shield any room I slept in on general principle (don't ask me why...I honestly don't know, this was back when I was 15 or 16 or so).
The spirit has quieted down in recent years. My room has a lot fewer shields, and the protective web formed by the guardian figurines has pretty much been demolished because I started moving them around, and really didn't want to explain to my parents WHY I needed that pewter figure in JUST that position. Similarly, the spirits I used to work with, which were anchored to a few different objects, have largely gone dormant while I've been away at university.
I remember very distinctly about a year or two ago I had a very vivid dream where I watched from by bed as a giant centipede slithered under my door, moved to attack me...and then had its ass handed to it by a miniature version of the Midnighter. Don't ask me, I have absolutly no clue what that was about. Midnighter's not a spirit/totem/idea I play with. At all. But...that's what I saw. And I didn't get a lot of trouble after that, so that might have been a contributing factor.
Another possibility is just that my family has lived in the house long enough to impose its own resonance onto it, thus causing the spirit to slither off for greener pastures. I certainly haven't seen any centipedes about lately, and the damn things used to be all over the place in the basement. Big, fucking creepy things, some about the length of my thumb, that crawled on just about anything that wasn't glass, plastic, or ceramic. Molted grayish brown...and just creepy-like. |
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