I worked in a resteraunt that was haunted. I was standing at the back door one afternoon, talking to the other cook, when we both heard a noise at the bottom of the stairs. (we were at the top) When we both looked down the stairwell, we could see a figure walk past. It was dark down there so we couldn't see a face, but the bar downstairs was not supposed to be open for a few hours so we called out to see who was there. We heard footsteps like someone was walking into the bar, but no one answered us. We both went downstairs, but the bar was empty and the other door still had the bars locked into place. We went back upstairs telling ourselves we must have been hearing things, but halfway up the stairs we could hear footsteps again behind us and then felt something brush past. Both of us felt it, kinda like a cold breeze, but there was no draft, no doors or windows open and the air conditioning wasn't on. Everyday we would hear noises down there, but could never find anything. Nobody has ever believed me except that other cook who was with me. The funny thing was, we started to say "hello" to it when we came in in the mornings, and we stopped hearing noises. Maybe it was just our imaginations, but we both stills get the creeps in there, and very seldom eat there.

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