Real Ghost Stories

[eiahmon]

With all the tales of us getting the shit scared out of us playing Frictional's games, why not share the times ghouls, goblins, ghosts, and other assorted creepy shit scared the hell out of you in real life? I could talk for hours about the things I've seen while living in haunted houses. XD

And I know that not everyone here believe in ghosts and such, so if you're one of those that doesn't, please no calling the rest of us idiots/crazy/stupid or anything of that nature, or I will personaly reach though my internet connection and slap the dogshit out of you. XD

I think I'll share something that happend at the hotel where I work at to start with. The hotel is less than 20 years old, and the land on which is sits used to be cornfields, yet it has a nice collection of spooks roaming the halls and rooms. No idea where any of them came from, well except for that one, but he's not the subject of the story today.

We have a large ballroom that we rent out for parties and such, and I'd heard on my first day on the job there that it was haunted, but I was a housekeeper then, and so didn't go into the ballroom often, or at all really. But then I switched to a different job, which required me to wander around the public areas alot, including the ballroom, and I began to notice something. Whenever we had alot of events scheduled back to back, the last couple events would start having technical difficulties. One large wedding reception which was like the eight event in three days kept blowing circuit breakers, the DJ's equipment failed repeatidly, lights kept blowing out, all sorts of things. The following day had nothing scheduled, so the banquets manager had asked me to clean and polish the floor in the service corridor that ran behind the ballroom, since I was only one of 2 people on staff that knew how to maintain a waxed floor.

The hotel was dead; only myself, my coworker, the front desk clerk, the bartender, and one cook were on staff that day, and we had only 20 or so people checked in, and they were all out and about or in their rooms. No one but me and cook were on the side of the hotel that housed the ballroom. I set up the buffer and was shinng away with no difficulty, and it was so quiet that I couldn't hear the cook puttering around the kitchen, which was at the opposite end of the hallway from me. I came across some net bags of table linens from the previous day's party that were waiting to be picked up by the service that cleaned them for us, and they were in my way, so I started to drag them into the ballroom, though one of the doors that connected the two areas. As soon as I stepped into the deserted ballroom, I just started to feel very nervous. It was like walking uninvited into a private meeting. I felt VERY unwelcome, but someone with the power to fire me had asked me to take care of the hallway, so I tried to ignore what I was feeling and dragged the linen in. I got it all in there and stepped back into the hallway and shut the door. No sooner had it closed when something hit the door hard from the other side. It sounded like someone had burned a fast ball and hit the door dead on. I jumped a foot in the air, turned around and stared at the door, and then went back and opened it up to look. The ballrooms is large, and only the lights closes to me were lit, so it would have been easy for someone to hide in a dark corner and hit the door once I wasn't looking. I peeked in, turned the brighter flourescent lights on and didn't see anyone in there but me. Not only that, but there was nothing that they could have thrown at the door. The doors leading out into the public hallway were also shut, and because of their hinge type, they take a while to close upon opening. Not even pushing on them makes them close faster, which meant that no one had exited the ballroom that way.

Right then the feeling of being unwelcome returned, stronger than before. I ducked back into the hallway, gathered up my buffere and spray buff, and left the hallway, taking the long route through the kitchen, instead of cutting across the ballroom to get back to the main area of the hotel. I never did finish that floor, and the banquets manager never asked why. I think he knew.