Scary Story Narration
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I've always been interested in the paranormal on DH, witnessed and experienced some events that I can't explain to this day, that I'm a very rational person. So I always brushed it off while keeping an open mind, of course, but one of those experiences left me with no doubt my current girlfriend used to work at a cafe slash bakery in an old building in Bordeaux. She used to close at night alone because she was the store manager on DH stayed after the crew was done to count the register duel, the paperwork, et cetera. The bakery was made of a storefront, the kitchen in the back, on the office in the back as well. There's also a second floor, which she is only storage and the changing rooms for staff. The building isn't shared. It was only the cafe, she told me. She felt uneasy as soon as her first shift there. Most nights she'd hear running footsteps upstairs, the TVs in the sitting areas for the customers turning on and off randomly on DH, the front doors, doorbell ringing while the door was no even moving all that when she was alone. Another co worker, she was close with, shared the same experiences with her. I believed her because she had a history of paranormal encounters and is very serious about that stuff. But I wasn't convinced until I witnessed here. I also worked in the food industry, so I was rarely off. When she was working to one Sunday, I was off. So I decided to come pick her up on DH, spend the last 30 to 45 minutes of her work day that she usually spends alone with her. This time she gave me a tour of the place, and I did feel uneasy. But nothing significant happened, except for some rattling noises upstairs until I mentioned how quiet her ghost of the bakery wass she was counting the register in the office in the back of the store. I was leaning against the wall in the corridor leading to the office. My back turned away from the storefront to my right. There was the dish washing room. There was no door to this room, just an opening in the corridor to better visualise. I was facing towards the office. What, you my girlfriend turning my back on the storefront, leaning against the wall. But seeing the dishwasher room in my peripheral vision jokingly, I tell her, I'm glad your ghost decided to leave us alone tonight, not one second after I finish my sentence, the pile of glasses and dishes in the dishwasher room goes flying. I saw the whole room clearly in my sight vision, and there was no one or nothing that could have done that. There was a pile of glasses stacked up in the pyramid. Obey flew, as if someone run their hands through the base. It wasn't one glass tipping on bringing down the pyramid. It was legit. Pushed off. She just told me. I told you he's always there. Since she's used to stuff like this happening, she was almost done, so we stayed less than 10 minutes in there. But I could feel a different level of oppression on DH uneasiness for the whole time this one sticks with me because there's no rational explanation. I saw that this year's go flying around on it was in a direct response to my joke