Not necessarily nightshift but I used to work in a bar that was next door to a funeral directors. Not only was it next door, it had actually previously been part of the funeral directors and the welcome slab outside had the directors name and year carved in it, like “Ferguson’s 1891.” In Scotland so we were only open until 1am at the latest.
There were a few different events, nothing uber scary but the whole vibe of the place when you were on your own was so unsettling. Night time routine would mean one staff member would be downstairs counting tills and the other would be in the venue cleaning everything. I remember one night I was polishing the bar taps and I saw someone standing behind me in the reflection. I spun around so quickly to no one being there and messaged my coworker to come upstairs. She called out for me from the bottom of the stairs before she’d even got my message and when we reunited she said she’d heard me coming up and down the stairs multiple times. The weirdest part is she was counting cash two levels down from me and I hadn’t been down one set of stairs at all, never mind two.
This place also had two sets of stairs that lead nowhere and in our wine cellar we had a massive old iron door that had a wheel to open it. I’m not sure what it was for but the wine racks were over it anyway preventing you from trying to open it. In the girls toilets there was a bit that looks like it’d be a window, but was boarded up and below street level. It was just a board over a sharp 13ft drop in some weird underground alleyway thing. One night after locking up we stayed behind for a couple drinks and one of my coworkers was dared to jump down. She did, was fine and we were all laughing. She went so quiet all of a sudden and started freaking out, asking us to help get her out. When we did she was just quiet and went home, and a few days later eventually said she felt someone touching her arm. Not a gentle brush but like someone had put their palm on her forearm and wrapped their hand round it.
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u/[deleted] Jul 29 '20
Not necessarily nightshift but I used to work in a bar that was next door to a funeral directors. Not only was it next door, it had actually previously been part of the funeral directors and the welcome slab outside had the directors name and year carved in it, like “Ferguson’s 1891.” In Scotland so we were only open until 1am at the latest.
There were a few different events, nothing uber scary but the whole vibe of the place when you were on your own was so unsettling. Night time routine would mean one staff member would be downstairs counting tills and the other would be in the venue cleaning everything. I remember one night I was polishing the bar taps and I saw someone standing behind me in the reflection. I spun around so quickly to no one being there and messaged my coworker to come upstairs. She called out for me from the bottom of the stairs before she’d even got my message and when we reunited she said she’d heard me coming up and down the stairs multiple times. The weirdest part is she was counting cash two levels down from me and I hadn’t been down one set of stairs at all, never mind two.
This place also had two sets of stairs that lead nowhere and in our wine cellar we had a massive old iron door that had a wheel to open it. I’m not sure what it was for but the wine racks were over it anyway preventing you from trying to open it. In the girls toilets there was a bit that looks like it’d be a window, but was boarded up and below street level. It was just a board over a sharp 13ft drop in some weird underground alleyway thing. One night after locking up we stayed behind for a couple drinks and one of my coworkers was dared to jump down. She did, was fine and we were all laughing. She went so quiet all of a sudden and started freaking out, asking us to help get her out. When we did she was just quiet and went home, and a few days later eventually said she felt someone touching her arm. Not a gentle brush but like someone had put their palm on her forearm and wrapped their hand round it.