Another True Ghost Story (694 hits)
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Submitted by TheSunGod (View user info) at 2005-09-19 12:54:28 EDT
Inspired by the talented Mr. Jack(insert random numbers here) -----> http://www.ubersite.com/m/75305
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I used to work in the Don CeSar Hotel, one of the finest resorts in Florida and definitely the nicest in Pinellas County. I worked in Uncle Andy's, the in-house ice cream parlor in the downstairs front section. We had every flavor you could want, and made floats, sundaes, old-fashioned sodas, brownie treats, the works. The shitty part of the job was the uniform- a pale pink polo tucked into navy blue short-shorts and solid white sneakers. The outfit screamed "FAG!" louder than if I were to actually... um... scream "FAG!"
Now the Don is known for its ghosts- the building has been around since the 1920s, was used as a makeshift R&R hospital during one of the world wars, and has seen its share of rich, famous, and oddball guests. Some of the guests have apparently decided to make their stays a little longer than originally planned, as several different ghosts have been reported by hotel guests and staff over the last 30 or 40 years.
Bullshit.
Or at least, that's what I thought. Uncle Andy's is in the front of the hotel, as I've told you. But the Don has been renovated since its original design was completed, and the ice cream parlor now stands in what used to be a majestic sweeping staircase leading up into the former Grand Entrance. The only remnant of the original design is the set of stairs in the back storage closet of the shop. They have been resurfaced with rubber matting and lead all the way up into the ceiling. They're now used as shelves for paper cups and waffle cones and old equipment.
One very slow Tuesday night in the middle of December I was closing by myself at 11 pm, and kept getting an odd feeling as I walked by the door to that back room. I counted out my register, checked all the freezers, mopped the floors, hawked a loogie in the rocky road (not really, just seeing if you're paying attention), and was just shutting off the lights on my way out the door. The lights in the back room were second-to-last to go out, and I'd hit the last switch as I walked out the door. Something about that spooky back room made me want to keep the lights on as long as I could. As I flipped the switch to leave the old Grand Entrance in shadows for the night, I gathered up a little false bravado and jokingly said "Good night!" into the darkness. When I didn't get an answer, I would feel better about everything and be able to drive home with thoughts of my next bongload in my head instead of ghosts and ghouls and creepy things behind the stairs.
But I did get an answer. A quiet, raspy voice said "G'night..." right back at me. I slammed the door shut and grabbed my stuff to leave, then stopped dead.
The fans were spinning.
It was the middle of December, the fans had been off for months, the POWER to the fans had been turned off for months, and they had not moved since. But now one started spinning. And not just a little, not spinning in a way that could have been caused by heating vents or stirring air. Spinning like it was under power. Then the fan next to it started to go, first slowly and then faster. By then the first one was going at near full speed, with no humming sound to indicate that it had electricity flowing to it. I looked to the power switches on the wall-- both turned off. They were just going.
And then so was I- straight out the door, locking it behind me. I ran as fast as I could to the clockout station, walked very quickly to my car outside, and drove the fuck home. I never saw a ghost like some folks have claimed, but I had enough contact to make me believe, enough that I never again said "Good night" into that dark closet.
If you're ever in St Petersburg, stop by Uncle Andy's at the Don and ask to poke your head into that back room. Just don't try to talk to whomever might be back there.
User Reviews
Submitted by Allyson (user info) at 2006-09-13 12:14:09 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
ghost stories are fun. i go hunting for them!!!
ghosts that is... it's fun.
Submitted by hostileapostle (user info) at 2005-09-21 13:13:04 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
You should've asked for a goodnight kiss. With a little tongue. While I watched with a video camera.
...what? I could get a lot of money for shit like that.
Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2005-09-19 21:26:46 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Submitted by miss_tila (user info) at 2005-09-19 13:28:43 (#)
Ranking: 0
I have had a whole lifetime of supernatural events.
The house I grew up in, as well as the neighborhood,
was haunted. Maybe I should post.
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Me Too! I just post it as fiction so they don't up my medication...
Submitted by joedaddy (user info) at 2005-09-19 15:47:39 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Good move SunClod(sorry,I love that review)
It's always good policy to double-time out of places like that.
Submitted by CaptainThorns (user info) at 2005-09-19 15:34:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
red rum! red rum!
Submitted by Avals (user info) at 2005-09-19 15:14:32 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
You TOTALLY should've started a conversation.
Submitted by manicvelocity (user info) at 2005-09-19 14:41:36 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
No comment.
Submitted by jack11058 (user info) at 2005-09-19 14:22:02 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
creepy shit. creepy.
Submitted by loki (user info) at 2005-09-19 13:58:56 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I love these stories, but sad to say my poor little left brained mind just cannot buy into it enough to get a proper adrenaline rush.
This is as close as I can get really: http://www.ubersite.com/m/17485
Submitted by yeahthatme (user info) at 2005-09-19 13:55:15 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Booga booga.
Submitted by miss_tila (user info) at 2005-09-19 13:28:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
I have had a whole lifetime of supernatural events.
The house I grew up in, as well as the neighborhood,
was haunted. Maybe I should post.
Submitted by miss_tila (user info) at 2005-09-19 13:25:16 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I want a ghost @ my office. Maybe I could train it to
do my work, after hours.
Submitted by johnhutch (user info) at 2005-09-19 13:19:51 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
I'm jealous. I've never had supernatural experience. As such, I'm prone to calling bullshit and blaming things liike epilepsy or "a bongload" in your head.
I totally would have said goodnight the next night.
Submitted by IntangibleHands (user info) at 2005-09-19 13:16:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Marduk.
Submitted by WookieSuave (user info) at 2005-09-19 13:13:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Creepy.