My bartending ghost story:

[Bouvre]

The rest of the crew was gone for the night. The line cook, the front server, and the dishwasher finished already. The front server hit the breaker switches before he left so only the bar was lit while the restaurant sat in darkness. 

I turned things off and made sure everything was completed before locking the hallway door by shutting it and pulling up on the handle. The moment the lock clicked into place, I heard something like the recycling bin behind the bar, on the other side of the door, being dragged slowly, heavily across the linoleum. 

I paused, wondering if I heard the sound correctly. It didn't sound like refrigeration, and I had yet to double check the front and back doors to make sure they were locked. I also doubted I heard what I heard. I'm a nervous woman, so I figured I made some shit up in my head.

But the sound could be heard through the door again. And another time. 

I raced to the back door, which was locked. I raced to the front door also locked. I returned to the locked gate that separates the bar from the all-ages portion of the restaurant. From there, the sound was incredible. This dragging, almost whirring sound was filling up the whole bar. I wondered, "Perhaps it's windy out."

I opened the back door to feel a breeze. Nothing: a typical muggy summer night. The air was still.

I can still hear the sound through the locked hallway door, so I muster up the courage to unlock the office, cross the walk-in fridge, and re-enter the bar. Behind the bar, that sound of the recycle bin being dragged across the floor is even louder. Now I'm also hearing the sound of somebody or something bouncing a ball against the floor. I'm terrified to pull out my phone from my back pocket. But I do. I need to know what the hell is going on.

That's when I realize I didn't turn off the massive Bluetooth speaker, and I somehow buttdialed my way to YouTube, and a tennis match with no commentary is playing. That whirring, whooshing sound that sounded like the recycle bin is scattered applause and cheers. The bouncing ball is - obviously - the volleys during the match.

 

Thirty minutes of fear later, I'm alone in the bar as before. Only now I am dying of laughter.

 

Tldr I'm a dumb bitch

 

Edited September 5, 2019 by Bouvre

[fuggstop]

So nicely written. I enjoyed the ending lol

[Seight]

 

[PhilosipherStoned]

I always hated it when things would fall off the shelves when no one else was there when I worked at over night convenience stores.

If my spirit box was working right I would've had to cut off every single one of those ghosts.

Edited September 6, 2019 by PhilosipherStoned

[ghostrek]

funny    i ever time  see ghost in the title  i think it is about me

[PhilosipherStoned]

You are so vain. walkin' around with that big o member thinkin' everythings bout you. 

[ghostrek]

2 hours ago, PhilosipherStoned said:

You are so vain. walkin' around with that big o member thinkin' everythings bout you. 

yes   i  am  sorry

[Guest Alien_Nation]

Buildings that are meant to serve the needs of dozens or hundreds of people are creepy when no one else is around. 

Sometimes I see shadows in the edges of my vision.

The lady stopped bothering me; I told her to go away.

I feel like she's just bidding her time.

Why do I have a reoccurring dream? 

The one where only a small radius of light encircles me.

Why can't I move? Where am I?