This is just something that was happening in a place I used to work in. I've no queries about the goings on I just thought I'd share it with you.
I use to work in a garage or filling station some may call it back in 2006 for 6 months. It was owned by a well known family in my village and has been there since before WW2. They were an extremely nice family and the ownership had been past through the generations of the O'Reilly. It was basically a massive house with a grocery shop in the big living room and petrol pumps outside the front. I was 17 when I started to work there so all I worried about back then was what alcohol I would buy with the money I had made to drink down the lake with my friends. It was probably the best time of my teenage years.
The ownership of the garage was being transferred about 3 weeks after I started to work there because the family had made the brave decision to sell up and with the money get IVF treatment. Which later proved unsuccessful,unfortunately.
The other women who I used to work with always stated the house was haunted by Mrs.O'Reilly. The store room was extremely creepy but I never looked out for things even though my work mates would tell me to watch out for objects being moved and sounds of her voice. I never did, I just wanted the day to end so I could do what I pleased. Every morning religiously I or one of my work mates would find a pan of bread in the middle of the floor. They said this was Mrs. O'Reilly but again I just agreed and got on with the day until one Sunday morning myself and Terry (51) were standing yapping behind the tills. The place was empty as per usual on a Sunday morning and our conversation had come to an end. We were both staring straight ahead when "Bang" 2 bags of sugar had been thrown about 7 feet from its stand. My jaw almost hit the floor, I was always two minds about ghosts or spirits but nothing could have caused this. There was no breeze, they were not over stocked and we definitely had no mice or else I would not have been able to work there!
We stood silent with our jaws so wide you could almost catch flies! After what seemed an hour of staring motionless Terry said "I'm not picking them up". We left them lying there for about 20 minutes and I picked them up and discarded them.
The new owners had moved the whole shop into the small living room, closed off the main entrance and made a new side door as they were renovating. The whole 1,200 sq ft of a shop into a 600 sq ft living room. It was crazy, so messy looking no matter how much cleaning or moving and organizing was done, we all hated it and the new owner was extremely ignorant.
It was a normal Friday afternoon and 3 people in the shop looked like the place was packed out so it was packed! The third woman in the queue was paying for her goods. She told us after picking up a pan of bread that she found on the carpet floor and putting it back in place she felt a person grab her wrist tightly and say into her ear very angrily "I don't like Michael or what he is doing to my house" and sure enough nobody was near her.
We told the previous owners as they called in every day. They told us Mrs.O'Reilly had died in her chair in this room some years ago but it had never been touched or any furniture moved until Michael started his renovations. All the bedrooms were turned into little offices and small store rooms. A light constantly stayed on in the hallway no matter how many times we checked wiring, electric or even the switches but it was crucial we had it on anyway to see our way up the stairs in the evening when we were stocking up but it never went out. Maybe it was because the stairway was the only bit of the house that stayed the exact same. I hope Mrs.O'Reilly has since come to like the new owners and accepted the way her once beautiful house has changed.