I've been on this site for some time now and I've read many stories on here and commented on some of them as well. I thought to myself that it's time to share one of mine. This isn't the most potent paranormal experience in my life but I thought it'd be good to write it down. I am a student who lives in Kent in England. Just about a five minute walk away from where my friends and I live we have a local pub. We're good friends with the staff there. I can't name the pub firstly because I do not have permission and secondly for privacy reasons. It's been in existence for over two hundred years and there is a lot of history to it. We get talking to the staff there a lot and one night we got onto the topic of the paranormal.
The landlord who has owned the pub for a few years now told us about a lot of what happens after closing time and many of the staff added parts of what has happened to them. The landlord said to us that when everyone goes home it usually takes them an hour or so to put all the chairs away, collect the glasses and generally make the pub neat again. Sometimes they stop for a drink before going to bed. On several different nights the landlord and a staff member (We'll call him Ryan) do this routine and then sit and have a drink. In the faint distance they hear what sound like glasses being collected. At the time they are the only people in the building. The amount of glasses being collected makes it sound like someone is walking around collecting them off of the tables behind them. When they turn around confused by the noises there's never anyone there, nor are there ever any glasses on the tables in the first place as they had already been collected. This happens quite frequently and the staff believe that it's the work of a previous landlord who may have died there some time ago.
This isn't the only thing that has happened there though, above the bar is a long light. This light always flickers at strange intervals. No matter how much they have changed the bulbs it always does it. They have called numerous electricians in but they all say that the light works perfectly and that there are no circuit problems for the electrics. They have all said that there is no need to replace it. The light flickers in intervals of three at certain points. In actual fact the light flickered in the said intervals when they were telling us the story about the noises of the glasses being collected. This activity has never changed in frequency over time, it's just sort of always been there and the staff have gotten used to it.
This next event actually happened at a separate pub around about a twenty minute walk away from the previous one. I thought I'd add this occurrence in because we do not go to this pub much and it connects with this story in a way. It'd be too short to just put in a singular story alone.
We fancied a change from the usual pubs that we go to so we headed to another one which I will also not name for the same reasons as before. This pub is very old and must've been around from about the Sixteen Hundreds at least. Needless to say there must be a lot of history there. When you first walk in you do not feel a strange atmosphere but you do notice the age of the pub and I immediately noticed that they did not change anything inside of it.
After we had been there for about half an hour I went to the toilet. There was no-one else in there and I decided to use the cubical because the urinals didn't look appetising. I must add that I would've heard someone else coming in as the door to the toilets was very heavy and made a fair bit of noise upon opening it. I was also behind a closed door. Once I had finished up I felt a very distinctive ice cold tap on my shoulder which I will never forget. I felt a shiver almost inside my spine and the whole feeling was quite unexplainable. I turned around behind me and no-one was there. The air didn't even feel any different to when I entered it.
We finished up our drinks and left and I haven't been back since. One day I will go there and ask the staff about the history of the pub though. Thanks for reading my story.