Hi ATS, nice to see you again!
So I’ve been working night shift grocery for a while. Glamorous, right?..but it pays the bills and all is well in Narcoland. So they started
entrusting me to work shifts by myself, alone in the store. And that’s when I noticed some interesting and weird things happening. First night—the
alarm system was going all wonky but I ignored it since I couldn’t find anything wrong with the doors or locks and the lot was deserted. No problem.
But I also kept hearing a lot of weird banging noises, mostly the sounds of doors slamming (those swinging double doors,) pallets being dropped,
things like that. Absolutely no one in the store and I could not figure this out all night. I was flummoxed. However, I did not have much time to
dwell on it because I still had tons of work to do. I came out of that night genuinely frightened—but I chalked it up to my neurotic personality and
paranoia—the mind plays tricks on those in isolated environments.
But as I worked more shifts by myself, I found that the noises did not stop. I knew the sounds of things like the heating/cooling systems, all the
automated things going on, but these sounds were doors and bangs that I could not figure out—to me, it sounded like someone else was working in this
store—although impossible. A few times I would even traipse around the different departments and storerooms to make absolutely certain I was alone
Okay, more ignoring the sounds and more carrying on with the work through the weeks. Then things start falling over! I’d walk by a
shelf—boom—item falls right in front of me. Doesn’t matter what item, what shelf (even products secured behind a freezer door would fall without
provocation. And trust me, there ain’t no mice scurrying through the freezers!) Products, boxes, cans, whatever, just jumping off the shelf right as
I walked by—and even products that wouldn’t typically be falling for any reason such as cans or wide boxes. And I walk the aisles just before
opening to make sure nothing is on the floor every morning—so there isn’t an abundance of items just falling all night long—no, these items are
falling for me—to get my attention.
Even so, I have work to do and don’t even stop for breaks or lunches. Once I was walking through the back storeroom and noticed a nametag tacked to
a wooden board. There was also an etching with a date and the words, “we miss you.”
So I kept thinking about this name and this person. I down-stock my pallets near the meat department as it is a central location with lots of space.
The feeling of NOT being alone in the store persisted through the weeks. Now I was seeing glimpses and shadows and whatnot as I worked. I was
convinced. There is an image or entity there with me. I see it in my periphery; I see it either in the butcher’s cutting room behind the glass, or
sometimes at the end of the aisle opposite.
My girlfriend also works in the store and she has been there as long as anyone. I asked if she knew this person. She did.
As tactfully and serious as possible, I told her, “I bet I can describe what he looked like.”
She got this puzzled grimace on her face. I asked, “Was he kind of short? A bit shorter than me? And thinner than me, like a much smaller build? Did
he have short, black hair?”
Immediately she was asking, “Where did you see pictures of him? How do you know this?”
Then she told me the story of this young man. She told they were friends years ago, and that he did indeed work in the meat department. I won’t
divulge the entire narrative out of respect for his memory, but he killed himself rather young.
I told her I keep seeing this image of a person who looks like this—and that something is clearly trying to make me notice its presence.
None of the noises or falling objects happen when the entire night crew is there. I only notice this stuff when I work my solo shifts 1-2 nights a
I asked a few co-workers jokingly, “Hey did you know the store is haunted?” or “You didn’t tell me this place is haunted!” I expected a few
chuckles, but I still wanted to gauge others’ opinions.
One person said, “No, it’s not haunted. I’ve worked night shift for many years. I would know if it was haunted.”
I asked another who has worked solo nights. He just stopped and gave me a serious stare. He tells me that it’s creepy here alone, that he hears
strange noises and sees things..like someone else is in the store. I was shocked to hear him admitting this so readily.
So now I played devil’s advocate: “Oh I was just joking, you know. Do you really hear noises and see things? What do you see? What do you
At the end of my probing, he told me he’s 100% convinced there is a presence in the store. I admitted to him that I agree wholeheartedly.
A couple other co-workers admitted to the “creepiness” feeling, but none have described noises or apparitions.
So my girlfriend thinks I should try talking to it and asking what it wants. This is kind of—awkward and bizarre—to say the least. They were very
good friends and I am not really excited about opening this particular can of worms, but we are both very curious and open people when it comes to the
Anyone who knows my posting history knows that I am spiritual, and somewhat sensitive to these things, though not exactly a medium or ghost-whisperer.
In fact, aside from maybe one or two other small incidents, this is the only time in my life I feel I have stumbled upon an actual ghost or haunting
(and trust me, I am still plenty skeptical; a trait I learned from ATS of course!)
I have heard it is ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS a terrible idea to try talking to ‘ghosts’ or ‘entities.’ It opens doors best left unopened, I think.
But, I also think I have already opened some of these mental doors and that is probably why I am more sensitive to it.
Any thoughts? Any suggestions? Otherwise, sorry for the long post. I am highly fascinated by what’s been happening on this night shift and I thought
some of you good folks might be as well.
I think I will attempt a few friendly greetings next time to see if I can get a more definite reaction.
edit on 12-1-2016 by NarcolepticBuddha because: (no reason given)