Working the Nightshift at a Bar

Even after Myspace and Starbucks stories, I’m back with another story for you all.

I worked at a bar when I was around 19. I’m 25 now, and I’ve moved past this experience. I usually worked the day shift, but my boss had me work the night shift a couple of times. Now, there’s been talk about the bar being haunted by evil spirits. Apparently there was an old house that was burned down in the same spot. People who come for a drink late at night are greeted by the spirits of the dead family that lived in the old house, and then are thrown around like play-things. Here are two of my creepy experiences on the nightshift.

The first one is pretty short, but Very scary. I was told to stay ’till 1 AM, and the nightshift started at 9. I decided since no one was working the nightshift but me that night, that I’d take one of the snacks they had already prepared, buy myself a drink at a local gas station nearby, and just sit and watch videos on my phone while I ate and drank. Eventually, my phone turned off, and so did the lights. I didn’t think much of it, but when I thought about it when I finished the shift, it started to seem.. odd. First of all, my phone’s battery didn’t die. I had around 74% battery left on it. Second, the generator(which is used to keep the power running in the night if anyone works the nightshift,) was working fine when I left. So I started to wonder if the stories were true.

The second story is very long, and I had other friends with me at the time. We were all asked to work the nightshift, and we obliged. I decided that we should all bring snacks and just wait out the night, just like the previous story. As I was waiting for my friends to arrive at the bar, I noticed something strange; What looked like a silhouette watching me from upstairs in the corner. At first I saw it out of the corner of my eye, and I immediately thought I was imagining things, until I saw it move. In the blink of an eye, it was immediately in front of me. I was petrified, and yelled at the top of my lungs for it to be startled and get away. Thing is, it did literally nothing. It stood there, with no eyes and a black body, it stared at me for what felt like forever. Eventually, it must’ve gotten bored because It vanished just like that. Eventually, I blacked out. Next thing I know, i’m on the floor in the bathroom and my friends are looking at me. I asked them why they didn’t arrive, and they said they’d arrived and we hung out and ate snacks. That’s when what they thought was me walked behind a corner and vanished when the shift was over. They then found me on the floor.

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