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I am watching crank. It is about half over, and so far it is pretty good. Lots of action, and pretty funny.
But enough of this, it is time for a ghost story.
So this particular ghost story takes place at a certain hotel that I used to work for cooking various foods, as well as washing dishes. But before I launch into the story lets get the history goin.
Before this hotel became a Canadinns it was some other hotel. Now alot of the of the staff were just re-hired by Canadinns when they took over. Now one of the ladies I worked with, who went by the name of Dorris, had worked at the hotel since before Canadinns took over, and essentially since the previous hotel had opened. When I met her, she was about 67 years old, and still alive and kickin.
Now Dorris' life long best friend went by the name Laura. They grew up together, they got jobs together everywhere one went, the other followed etc, etc. So Laura developed a drug addiction, quickly spending all her money to get her next fix and neglecting her other fiscal responsibilities. This went on for a bit, Dorris being sensible did not dabble in such affairs.
So tax time eventually came, and Laura was on the hook for not paying any of her taxes. So, that in combination with not being able to buy drugs, and the possibility of arrest for tax evasion caused Laura to slip into a slightl depression, ending in her suicide. Laura hung herself in the basement kitchen of the hotel. Rumor has it, she is still down there, forever depressed and angry about not being to get high.
Enter Mat Ziesmann and the kitchen staff. Now I suppose you could say I believe in ghosts, there is way too much stuff that happens that some people cannot explain. Anyways, so when I worked there people always told me that story and how you can still see her ghost down there late at night, but whatever I never really believed it, cause well, I have never seen a ghost before.
A few people I worked with had told me that the head chef at the time I worked there went down there once after the bars closed, and saw her. Dorris also told me that she went down there and saw Laura crying, and leaning over one of the kitchen counters.
Friday night, date unknown, Mat Ziesmann is working in Rum Jungle. So the bar closes, I cash out, and then before I could leave I have to do the dishes from the night, because there is no dishwasher in the bar. So I grab all my crap, the keys, and head over to the kitchen, which is literally through a turn, pivot right, through a door, and you are in. Now the way the kitchen was designed, is that when you come in the backdoor, there is a bread rack with all the various kinds of bread and buns all stacked up. Then a staircase down the basement, to the kitchen bathrooms, employee washrooms, and banquet kitchens. Then right before the staircase at the top you turn left, and that leads you into the Aalto's kitchen.
So I walk past the staircase, think nothing of it, its dark cause the lights int he basement are turned off, then head into the kitchen to start my dishes so I can go home. So now it is like 230, maybe 3 in the morning. I am doin my dishes, then stop for a second to go get a glass of ice tea. As I am walking to the waitress' prep area, I look up to the TV monitor that has a feed coming in from the surveillance camera at the backdoor to the kitchen. Then angle of the camera is perfect, so that you can see the back door to the kitchen, the back door to Rum Jungle, and the first two parking spots in the parking lot. My car, happened to be parked in the first spot in the parking lot.
So I look up at the TV, and see something strange. There is someone sitting in my car. I get mad, and run out there and like scream and yell and do what I need to get this probably drunk person out of my car. But I'm not stupid, before I do, I step into the backdoor of Rum, and grab the back door security gaurd to come with me. Now this man is not a small man. He is probably 6'5" and at least 280 pounds. I tell him what happened and he comes with me. We walk outside, no dice. There is no one in my car. He laughs at me, and tells me that I am being crazy and have just been working too long. So I swear I see something, so he follows me into the kitchen just talking/chit chatting whatever. We both look up at the TV, and lo and behold, someone is back in the car.
I proceed to yell "I TOLD YOU!" we both run out there, and still no one in the car. So we come back inside, now a little freaked out, and keep watching the TV. There is still a person sitting in my car. So now trying to be rational about this, we start talking about how it is probably just some wierd thing with a light outside reflecting off my windshield, or a smudge on the camera lense. So we stand there for a bit more, then the security guards cell phone rings, which startles us both, so he looks down to answer it. I close my eyes a little, like some people often do after they have been startled. I open, whatever was in my car or in the camera lense, or reflecting off my window is now gone.
I stare at the TV a little longer, then the security gaurd hangs up the phone and says "look its gone, no big deal right?" to which I reply "yeah, its gone, but what was it?" Then we hear the back door of the kitchen creak, and open, then click shut and lock again. I turn to him and say "Who else has keys to the kitchen?" and he says "no one should, you have the master set for the kitchen." We both just stare at each other, then we start hearing footsteps, freak out and run out the front door of the kitchen. For the next 30 minutes me, him, and about 5 other security gaurds sat in the farthest possible table from the front door of the kitchen and waited and prayed that a person came out the front door of that kitchen, cause we sure as hell didn't want to go back in there to turn off the lights, or check to see who was in there. After the 30 minutes, we just said screw it, we all walked to my car, I got in and drove home without incident.
The wierdest part of it all, is that I saw that person (who I am just going to assume is Laura), and I just knew it was a person. The best way I can describe it, is when you have a dream at night, and there is a person in it, that doesn't have an actual face or physical description to them, but you KNOW who that person is, and what they look like in real life. But yet, in the dream they have no face, or whatever. The person that was on the TV didnt really have a physical appearance, it was like white, but a face. Thats the best way I can describe it, and I will never forget it.
But enough of this, it is time for a ghost story.
So this particular ghost story takes place at a certain hotel that I used to work for cooking various foods, as well as washing dishes. But before I launch into the story lets get the history goin.
Before this hotel became a Canadinns it was some other hotel. Now alot of the of the staff were just re-hired by Canadinns when they took over. Now one of the ladies I worked with, who went by the name of Dorris, had worked at the hotel since before Canadinns took over, and essentially since the previous hotel had opened. When I met her, she was about 67 years old, and still alive and kickin.
Now Dorris' life long best friend went by the name Laura. They grew up together, they got jobs together everywhere one went, the other followed etc, etc. So Laura developed a drug addiction, quickly spending all her money to get her next fix and neglecting her other fiscal responsibilities. This went on for a bit, Dorris being sensible did not dabble in such affairs.
So tax time eventually came, and Laura was on the hook for not paying any of her taxes. So, that in combination with not being able to buy drugs, and the possibility of arrest for tax evasion caused Laura to slip into a slightl depression, ending in her suicide. Laura hung herself in the basement kitchen of the hotel. Rumor has it, she is still down there, forever depressed and angry about not being to get high.
Enter Mat Ziesmann and the kitchen staff. Now I suppose you could say I believe in ghosts, there is way too much stuff that happens that some people cannot explain. Anyways, so when I worked there people always told me that story and how you can still see her ghost down there late at night, but whatever I never really believed it, cause well, I have never seen a ghost before.
A few people I worked with had told me that the head chef at the time I worked there went down there once after the bars closed, and saw her. Dorris also told me that she went down there and saw Laura crying, and leaning over one of the kitchen counters.
Friday night, date unknown, Mat Ziesmann is working in Rum Jungle. So the bar closes, I cash out, and then before I could leave I have to do the dishes from the night, because there is no dishwasher in the bar. So I grab all my crap, the keys, and head over to the kitchen, which is literally through a turn, pivot right, through a door, and you are in. Now the way the kitchen was designed, is that when you come in the backdoor, there is a bread rack with all the various kinds of bread and buns all stacked up. Then a staircase down the basement, to the kitchen bathrooms, employee washrooms, and banquet kitchens. Then right before the staircase at the top you turn left, and that leads you into the Aalto's kitchen.
So I walk past the staircase, think nothing of it, its dark cause the lights int he basement are turned off, then head into the kitchen to start my dishes so I can go home. So now it is like 230, maybe 3 in the morning. I am doin my dishes, then stop for a second to go get a glass of ice tea. As I am walking to the waitress' prep area, I look up to the TV monitor that has a feed coming in from the surveillance camera at the backdoor to the kitchen. Then angle of the camera is perfect, so that you can see the back door to the kitchen, the back door to Rum Jungle, and the first two parking spots in the parking lot. My car, happened to be parked in the first spot in the parking lot.
So I look up at the TV, and see something strange. There is someone sitting in my car. I get mad, and run out there and like scream and yell and do what I need to get this probably drunk person out of my car. But I'm not stupid, before I do, I step into the backdoor of Rum, and grab the back door security gaurd to come with me. Now this man is not a small man. He is probably 6'5" and at least 280 pounds. I tell him what happened and he comes with me. We walk outside, no dice. There is no one in my car. He laughs at me, and tells me that I am being crazy and have just been working too long. So I swear I see something, so he follows me into the kitchen just talking/chit chatting whatever. We both look up at the TV, and lo and behold, someone is back in the car.
I proceed to yell "I TOLD YOU!" we both run out there, and still no one in the car. So we come back inside, now a little freaked out, and keep watching the TV. There is still a person sitting in my car. So now trying to be rational about this, we start talking about how it is probably just some wierd thing with a light outside reflecting off my windshield, or a smudge on the camera lense. So we stand there for a bit more, then the security guards cell phone rings, which startles us both, so he looks down to answer it. I close my eyes a little, like some people often do after they have been startled. I open, whatever was in my car or in the camera lense, or reflecting off my window is now gone.
I stare at the TV a little longer, then the security gaurd hangs up the phone and says "look its gone, no big deal right?" to which I reply "yeah, its gone, but what was it?" Then we hear the back door of the kitchen creak, and open, then click shut and lock again. I turn to him and say "Who else has keys to the kitchen?" and he says "no one should, you have the master set for the kitchen." We both just stare at each other, then we start hearing footsteps, freak out and run out the front door of the kitchen. For the next 30 minutes me, him, and about 5 other security gaurds sat in the farthest possible table from the front door of the kitchen and waited and prayed that a person came out the front door of that kitchen, cause we sure as hell didn't want to go back in there to turn off the lights, or check to see who was in there. After the 30 minutes, we just said screw it, we all walked to my car, I got in and drove home without incident.
The wierdest part of it all, is that I saw that person (who I am just going to assume is Laura), and I just knew it was a person. The best way I can describe it, is when you have a dream at night, and there is a person in it, that doesn't have an actual face or physical description to them, but you KNOW who that person is, and what they look like in real life. But yet, in the dream they have no face, or whatever. The person that was on the TV didnt really have a physical appearance, it was like white, but a face. Thats the best way I can describe it, and I will never forget it.