Is My Workplace Haunted?

I started working at a chain drug store in my hometown about four months ago at the beginning of December. I never considered myself as psychic or anything relatively close to that, but now I'm not so sure.

The first day I walked into the store as a paid employee, I had a feeling. It wasn't foreboding or anything, but it was there. I eventually forgot about it until I was working with one of my shift supervisors, Debbie, on Super bowl Sunday.

We sat behind the counter all night bored, and eventually got onto the topic of ghosts and the TV show Ghost Hunters. She told me about growing up in apartments and houses in a small town a few miles away from my hometown that she believed were haunted. She also said that she thought her niece was a 'sensitive'.

At some point, she admitted that she thought the store was haunted. I told her about the feeling I had the first day I walked into the store. Debbie told me about mornings when she would open up the store and find things strewn across aisles that were securely placed on their pegs or shelves. She also said that our manager refused to go into the back storage room alone after hours.

In my own experience, I have been putting things on shelves from boxes, get called to the front counter to wait on someone, and go back to find a bag of the candy I was stocking lying in the middle of the aisle.

Last Saturday, my other shift supervisor, Aubrey, and I were working alone until closing. We were doing cycle counts and straightening up the toy aisle. She hung up a toy with a broken tab, and as we were walking by that aisle again, something fell, but it was only that toy. She then admitted to me that she believed the store was haunted.

A few minutes later, we were working by the back room and she had to go up front to wait on a customer. While she was gone, I continued doing counts, but stopped when I heard a noise, like the tapping of something plastic dropping onto the tile floor, come from the back room. It repeated itself once. I stood and stared at the open door for a few minutes until Aubrey came back and asked me what was wrong.

Fast forward a few more minutes. She was up in the office counting her money drawer out and talking on her cell phone. I leaned down on the counter, closed my eyes, and tried closing off my senses while keeping my mind open; I'll just call it centering myself. It was while I was centering myself that the sound of a cell phone pulled me out of my focus, trance, or whatever I was in. I looked up at Aubrey and she said her phone had turned off in the middle of her call and turned back on. I asked her how full the battery was, and she said it was completely full. I told her that ghosts sometimes pull energy from surrounding batteries and other energy sources in order to manifest.

I tried centering myself again and within a few seconds I heard a noise. I looked up at Aubrey and she looked like she heard or saw something. When I asked her, she said she had heard something, but wasn't quite sure what.

I can't tell for the life of me who or what could be hanging out in a drug store. I mean, it's situated by a river that was a main route for Indians, loggers, and settlers in an earlier time. I don't know what's up.