I never lived in a haunted house. In fact, I don’t actually believe in ghosts, and I’m convinced most “ghost” things are edge-of-sleep things, or misinterpreted signals, or whatever.
That said, I did work in a house that was supposed to be haunted, and two creepy things happened while I was there. One of our waiters had been shot the week before, and we were all very upset about it. He’d been a great guy, the kind of person you didn’t have to worry about if he was working, he’d clock in, look at the catering sheets, and get to work and whatever he was working on you knew you wouldn’t have to worry about. If he saw a buffet on the schedule, he’d get right to setting it up, for instance.
So about a week after he died, the assistant manager was sitting at a table in front of the only entrance to the basement, where the chafing dishes and such were kept. She’s trying to figure out who’s going to do what that evening, and thinks, “who do I have who knows how to set up the buffet?” when she hears the chafing dishes rattling in the basement. “Oh, Reggie’s on it,” she thinks, and then realizes he can’t possibly be. So it must be one of the other waiters.
Except there was nobody in the basement.
Two days later, I was in the building alone doing liquor inventory and heard people walking around upstairs, and voices, very faint. I know there was no one else in the building, I checked just in case the chef or another supervisor had come in. I don’t believe in ghosts, but still it scared the hell out of me and I got out of there as fast as I could. The staff, hearing the story, insisted it was Reggie saying goodbye.
I know I heard what I heard. I know the assistant manager wasn’t lying. But I also know just how completely freaked out we were that week. Reggie was only twenty-seven, had a wife and two little kids, was smart, hard-working, and well-liked. It was like someone took a piece out of us, just ripped it right out, like a missing arm or something, and we were all wandering around in a daze. Hell, I’m tearing up right now, thinking about him. I’d be surprised if we hadn’t had any hallucinations.
Still, it was an awfully creepy experience.