Hey Pandas! For my first post, I wanna know. What’s your creepiest work story? Did you see/hear a ghost? Dealt with a creepy customer? Did a coworker say or do something chilling? Let’s hear it all!
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I start this off! I was at work on a night shift at the movie theater. It was last (only one movie showing left) so it was pretty dead. I was helping a couple with their order of a large popcorn (with butter). While i was making the snack I hear this soft voice behind me ask “can I have a refill?” I turn to let the person know I’d be happy to help after i finish the order I was on only to find no one! Besides the people I was helping only other person around was my co-worker who was busy cleaning the hot foods area. I finish the order n duck in back to take a minute to comprehend what happened. My other co-worker was on dishes n noticed I looked a bit frazzled. I told them what happened only form *them* to look freaked out. They told me they heard someone say “hi” to them a few days ago but saw no one around! Our manager walks in and askes us what’s up so we both tell her our experiences. To which she casually responds with “oh yea this place is haunted. Yesterday I was ushering and saw an apparition in theater 5.” We later learn another usher say the apperition in another theater! Now we all are on the look out for any signs of the spirit! We also warn newbies about the fella. 🙂 at least it seems like we have a nice spirit!
House painting a new house. I was working on the detached garage all 3 times. First I saw three carpenters leave for lunch. Guy I’m working for comments when they come back that they took a long lunch. Since only two guys come back I say, well maybe they took the other guy home. He looks confused and asks, what other guy. I said the third carpenter. He’s like there’s only two. So he asks them if they had more help in the morning. Nope. Too bad guy was nice looking.
So later I’m working and out of the corner of my eye I see a white figure go by behind me. Thinking it’s the boss who always wore painters white I turn to look where he’s going. No one there. On tbe back of the garage working, same thing happens, but passes by me on the left. I turn to look, no one there. So one real ghost, and one or two spirits. Not really creepy though.
I work for the homicide detectives with my local sheriff’s office. We have a headquarters building that has 2 floors, a basement and “the penthouse” as I like to call it. You have to go up weird stairs, to get to an outside door to cross the roof to reach the ‘penthouse’. Most people don’t even know it’s there. Its where old files and all our cold case murder records are kept. Earliest one is from the 1920’s, I think? Every time I go up there to pull another cold case report, I see someone walking with me through the old fuel records and vacation records at the other end of the aisles to my right. There is no corridor on the far right of this space. There are only aisles off the lane I walk in, think like a hair comb. But I swear there is someone at the end of each of the aisles walking with me through the space. I tell everyone who will listen, but like I said, a lot of people don’t even know we have a ‘penthouse’. Not malicious at all, just there, keeping me company, while I search for reports on unsolved murders. (shudder)
Working at a shop there was an aisle between to big work tables. Many times felt something brush my shoulder when I would walk up the aisle.
I was in my back yard (an old house I owned) at the time, in full daylight walking towards the shed when I walked into something solid but soft and bounced off, taking a step back. I felt the impact against my face and body. Whatever it was, it was invisible, there was absolutely nothing to see. NB btw I never drink alcohol or take drugs and I was wide awake
When I was a teenager I worked at an old mansion built in 1857 that had been converted into a wedding reception venue. All the table decorations and supplies were kept in the attic, so we had to go up there frequently. There was an elevator to the attic, but it would only go up unless the call button was pressed on a lower floor. So you could take the elevator up but you had to take the narrow “servants stairs” back down. The first time I was in the attic by myself getting tablecloths, both of the lightbulbs suddenly shattered leaving me in the dark. When I say I SHREIKED, I mean you could probably have heard me throughout the whole house. I had to feel around to find the stairs and ran down them. I told one of the other staff what happened and they said “oh yeah, the house is haunted” which would have been good information to have before I went to the attic by myself!
I worked in a semi new building a few years back doing random office stuff. One event was someone calling my name directly behind me. Turn. No one there. Second time was in same room with others around and a k-cup came out of no where an hits me in the back of my leg. Ok little frisky. I tell “it” stop playing around. And third time I’m at a conference table with a door to my right and the table in front and wall to my back. I’m standing at the table sorting some paper an felt a hand on my lower back like if you were to walk behind someone an do that so the don’t step back into you. I moved forward an said “sorry” if I was blocked them and turn as I say it. No one there. I had the owner pull the security camera footage from. That room as if had just happened and you see me standing there an a mist man shape form inside the doorway an walk behind me. I step forward and turn to say sorry an it literally cloaks me and is gone. Soooo they started to believe when I did see or have things happen to me. I’m sensitive so I’m used to it. It’s starting again at my new job and already heard my name an felt “someone” touch my shoulder as to get my attention.
One of the fashion companies I used to work for in Los Angeles converted an old building into offices. They remodeled most of the front interior, but many of the back rooms were left untouched. When i first started there, I had absolutely no idea of the buildings history and would often work late by myself. My desk was toward the front of the building but I often had to walk to the back to drop off paperwork for colleagues to review the following day. To get to their desk I had to walk by several of the barren rooms down a long dimly lit corridor. Every time I made this walk I’d feel uneasy, but this particular evening the hairs on the back of my neck stuck straight up and a chill ran down my spine. I felt as if someone or something was watching me, and even following close behind me. I didn’t hear footsteps, but the floor began to creak very loudly. I booked it, practically throwing the papers on the desk. When i made it back to mine, security was waiting to tell me it was time for me to leave so they could lock up the building. I told him what happened and he chuckled, “you don’t know? This building is haunted. This used to be a mortuary and those back rooms were where they stored the dead bodies. Makes more sense why you stay late. There’s a reason no one else does.” I brought sage the next day and never stayed late again!
Context: Back in december 1989, my country went through a bloody popular revolution, the fall of communist regime and over 1,000 people shot to death in the streets. One of the heat points in the city was the building that hosted the army headquarters.
Fast forward in 2004, I had just graduated and I got to work in that military complex, as a civilian. Didn’t know much details about it. One day, during lunch break, this older colleague starts talking about what she had witnessed there, in 1989. The complex was the place of a horrible massacre. A group of anti-terrorist fighters came to the complex to help its defense, but they were mistakenly taken for attackers and butchered by the armed forces (it was night time). The confusion lasted for several days and everyone believed those were “people’s enemies”. Their bodies were left on the street. The press presented the case as a victory of the revolution. Somebody had profaned the dead bodies in a gruesome manner (one of the bodies had been beheaded). She said that she was forced to come to work and pass by the decomposing bodies, on the blood stained pavement, for about a week. She then showed us the bullet marks still visible on some trees nearby, and on the civilian flats on the other side of the road. Horrible.
When I was working in the field, there were times where I had to work overtime on the weekend, all alone in the administration office. Every time it’s approaching dusk, the “nice spirit” would start to drag the furniture on the second floor (sound only) to remind me that it’s getting dark and it’s not safe to stay there any longer.
The basement of my parent shop is rlly creepy. Several times I think I’ve seen someone down there when I was the only person on that floor. I used to think it was a trick of the light or something, but once I could have sworn it said my name. To be fair, it could haven been one of those auditory illusions, but still. Creepy. I try not to go down there alone anymore.
I used to work for the local historical society in the basement of the oldest building in the city (Boise, Idaho). There was literally a bunch of stuff from Indian burial grounds all over the place. It was purported to be haunted. There were rooms that still had calendars on the walls from the early 80’s, and looked straight out of a horror movie. Did I ever see anything spooky?
Nope! Not a thing!
Then I get a job at an insurance company in a brand new building and suddenly there’s weird things all over. One conference room in particular is famous amongst the night crew because you’ll always come around the corner to see a girl/woman going into it, but then there’s no one inside when you get there. Automatic lights don’t even turn on.
My theory is that all the electronics and sensors and such are creating EMFs that confuse the mind (as seen in lab tests), but deep down I like to think there’s actually a haunting going on.
One time when I was a kid, not really a job, because I wasn’t getting paid, I was just asked to do it. So anyways, I was asked to clear all of the coconut branches that fell near our house. So a little background, where I lived at the time, the houses were, like, 50 meters apart, with no fencing. I was picking up a couple branches when I glanced over to the farthest house down the street. There was a tamarind tree, which was just bearing fruit. I looked to the left of the tree, and saw what I thought was a gorilla, or someone covered with black iridescent paint. I thought about it, then realized
1) Why would anyone coat themselves top to bottom in paint and run around near a tree on all fours?
2) There aren’t any gorilla’s in Fiji.
I WAS SUPER FREAKED…. Til this day IDEK WTF I SAWW!!!!!!!!
I’m not sure if this really qualifies, but I was stationed on Hickam AFB which is adjacent to Pearl Harbor so it was also attacked during the raid. A lot of the base was preserved as is for historical reasons. The break room in the hangar I worked in had a giant metal cross beam riddled with bullet holds from Japanese Zeroes.
Years ago I was working in a horse breeding farm that had multiple barns. I was working alone in one of the remote locations one bright, sunny day mixing and preparing horse feed. The feed room was on one side of the center aisle in the middle of the 28 stall barn. I heard approaching foot steps on the aisleway, so I looked out and saw a man coming into the barn. He was wearing boots, a western hat and had his hands in his pockets as he came in silhouetted by the sun. I turned to put down what I was mixing and asked “Hi, may I help you?” He was gone. I looked around outside, no footprints and no sign of him. When I went to dinner That night, I told my friends about this guy. One of them said that a man who had been staying in the living quarters in that barn had been known to cash his paychecks and keep his money with him in his room. Someone had murdered and robbed him years ago and his ghost enters the barn occasionally to presumably either get his money or return to work. He gets as far as where his room was, then he vanishes. Apparently, his visits are usually the day after payday since that was the night he was murdered. Spooky, but, harmless.
Not creepy as in ghost but still creepy…. When I was 16 working at grocery store as a bagger it was policy to ask everyone with 2 or more bags if they need help out to car. Guy comes through with 1 bag and case of water, I asked assuming he say no. He said yes. Luckily manager was cashier so she pages for a boy to come help this guy. I go to my car after work 10pm and there is a note on my car that says “next time you help me out not (boys name)” I was not allowed to walk to my car alone after that. To think of manager hadn’t thought it was weird and let me help man to his car she probably saved me.
Long long time ago I worked as a field engineer in drilling operations in a South American country. The drilling rig was in the middle of nowhere in the jungle. I was working night shift. One evening the local roughnecks working in the rig were telling us about strange things that happened in the area, and they mentioned that there were some nights when they could hear “the wailing woman” (la llorona) crying by the nearby river. For the people who don’t know this myth, it’s about the spirit of a woman who drowned her own baby in the river and keeps mourning her loss. I enjoyed listening to their stories but I didn’t take them seriously. In general, in some regions of South America people can be very superstitious and believe in all sorts of crazy myths and legends. For me they were just…stories. Anyway, I had forgotten about all that when about a week later at around 3am I was walking from the rig to the accommodation (which was at a 5min walk) when suddenly I heard the most horrible wailing coming from far far away. The wailing evoked all sorts of feelings: pain, desperation, dispair, anger. I can’t quite describe how it was; it was just creepy and horrendous, a sound you don’t want to hear ever again. I was all alone, all was dark apart from the dim light that lighted the path between the rig and the accomodation… I just ran back to the rig pale as paper, totally freaked out. The roughnecks saw my face and asked me what happened and I told them what I heard. They said it must have been La Llorona and that the sound was indeed terrifying to hear. Some sat down to pray to send her sould to rest. I couldn’t go to the accommodation on my own for some night afterwards. I never heard the wailing again and none of my colleages ever heard it. I still wonder what sound it was… an animal? It sounded pretty human to me.
Night watchman. Empty theater. Reading Steven King. Smoke curls over pages. Freak. Cigarette.
Open plan office, hundreds of workers. Someone sha t on the floor.
I was on a pizza delivery and this house was way in the back of a field. There was space to walk up to the house, but the grass was really grown up and the sides. I was going back to my car and all of a sudden I heard a rattle in the tall grass. I didn’t know if it was a snake or not, but it took everything inside of me not to start running.
I lived alone. At that time I didn’t have any animals either. It was night time and I was in bed. Lying on my back. Someone sat on the edge of the bed. It compressed the mattress down and made me roll (involuntarily) to my side. There was nobody there. My mind was racing. I was kinda freaking out, and whoever it was, then slowly stood back up and I rolled back onto my back. It only happened that one time. I have never forgotten it and always wondered if it was someone from my family. (Like my dad) but I lived in a different state from where I grew up. So I have no idea.
First job out of college, small walkable mining town near the NM/AZ border. Rented a tiny house next to a creek/ditch lined with cattails and tall grasses, little bridge not far. Walked home many nights along a path between back fences and foliage. Spookiest thing, though, was a small earthquake that swayed the hanging lamp and made it hard to run outside.
Ooh! My creepiest story!
(This was when I was a scout)
Me and my scouting friends were outside sitting by the campfire singing campfire songs. For no apparent reason, (it was purely wood, no nails or metal) the fire turned green. This creeped us out and there was a falter in our song. Just as we started the songs again, a branch fell of a tree behind us. A screech filled the air.
We still don’t know what happened…
I think I already told the story on bp but it fits. I used to work at a tile shop and we had a basic looking lady come in and asking for splatter proof tiles. I was confused and asked her what type of splatter she meant. I asked if she meant oil, grease or wine like tiles for a frequently used kitchen. But she said it was for her basement. She needed tiles you can easily wipe clean withoout leaving any stains. Telling her most glazed tiles are easy to wipe she added that they can’t be white. Being a good employee I showed her some of our tiles. She looked uncomfortable the entire time and kept looking around the store like she’s looking for something.
All of her questions were really weird and oddly specific.
Being a horror movie enthusiast – I’m pretty sure she wanted to build a slaughter room. I told my boss about her but he said it’s non of our business and I should forget about her. I never saw her eveer again
I already made 1 post here but got one more. My home is haunted by a ghost cat! My mom dad n i all seen it wander the house (usually at night) and felt it hop onto the beds! While we DO have 3 cats all times we experience ghosty they are nowhere nearby. One of the best experiences was my dad had the bathroom door get pushed open into him. My mom n i and all 3 cats were in the livingroom. He claimed the door didnt unlatch itself as it was pushed into him with force. Another good one happened to me. I was in bed about to sleep n thought my kitten had hopped onto my bed. Roll over to say hi. No cat. Moment later i hear the cat flap and he comes wandering in n hops onto the bed laying at my feet. I start to doze n hear the flap. I assume he left n i just didnt hear or feel him jump off but when i roll over…there he is asleep at me feet still!
Most recent: my dad came to knock on my door to ask me something and saw the ghosty outside my door and saw it vanish i front of him!
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