This happened the summer of 2006. My friend and I had the whole Saturday hanging out, shopping and sightseeing. We live in a small town not far from the border of Arizona and New Mexico.
In the evening, we went back to my house to eat dinner. My husband at the time had cooked dinner. He had made plans to take our two sons to the movies and maybe ice cream afterwards.
My friend and I had the night to ourselves, we learned so we planned to go out, have a few drinks and maybe dance a little. We got ready and left for the night.
We went to a little bar on the outskirts of town. There wasn't many people when we got there. Maybe about a few couples and some guys playing pool, some at the bar. We went to the dance floor, got a table and drinks. There was a live band so it was pretty loud and made it hard to make conversation. We sat there and watched.
We finished about half of our bottle and my friend wanted to go to the restroom. Like everybody knows, girls go together. So we went, there was only two stalls so I waited. I washed my hands repeatedly and freshened my make-up. We were the only two in there at this point, we were laughing and joking.
I grabbed a paper towel to use to open the restroom door. As I was putting the paper around the handle, the door opened by itself. I looked out the door, thinking somebody was coming in and pushed the door in but there was nobody in the hall. I looked at my friend, she just looked at me and walked out.
We went back to our table, waitress came by but we didn't feel like drinking anymore. I looked at my friend and she said, "Did you see that?" I was so glad she seen it too. We both had only a half a bottle of beer. I told her, "I never touched the handle." She said, "I know!"... We sat there for a good minute and without saying another word we shot out of that place.
I don't know what we seen. Or what made the door open like that. The door was too heavy to open on its own. We never went back to that bar again. A year later the bar closed. Another business would open in its place but never stay opened for long.
I always wondered about the door. Was it a friendly spirit opening the door for us? I am very freaky about clean hands and will not touch anything without tissue or paper towel. Was there something on the handle that the spirit didn't want me to touch because of my OCD? I'll never know...