This story I am about to tell you happened to me about eight years ago. I had just started working as a doorman for a night club/strip club. Before it was remodeled it was a penthouse owned by an old rich recluse back in the late seventies. It was said she was murdered where the dance floor is on the second floor. As soon as I started I had a bad feeling about this place but at first I put it down to nerves at starting a new job.
Nothing really happened for about a week and I just about forgot about the whole thing until closing time that night. We had just ushered all the patrons out feeling tired after a long night. Me and the manager sat down for a beer. After talking for about five minutes a wine glass flew off the wrack towards our table smashing on the floor. The manager looked at me and said she must be pissed about something. I said who? The old lady he said at this time. I just wanted to get out of there but not wanting to look like a coward I just laughed it off which to this day I regret.
The next few days she made it known that for some reason she did not like me there and wanted me gone. First it started with me seeing her reflection in mirrors on the stage where the girls would dance. She would just stare at me with hate in her eyes. After that night nothing happened for a few days. I thought she was done with me but I was so wrong. After a few small instances of her making herself known...
The last is what made me quit and I have never stepped foot in that place since. It was closing time and after all the patrons left the manager asked me to check the bathrooms for stragglers. First I checked the male toilets it was empty, after that I walked into the female toilets announcing who I was. I checked each stall coming to the last one I could see two feet thinking it was a girl who had drunk to much and fell asleep I knocked loudly on the door asking "miss are you ok?" After getting no reply I got worried thinking she may need medical attention. I barged the door in and what I saw will be with me 'til I die. A woman standing there right in front of me. All I remember to this day is she had no eyes and the scream she let out was ungodly. The manager found me passed out on the floor. He heard it as well... To this day we both have trouble talking about it.