My sensitivity to the spiritual realm began as early as nine years old, so I could sit and tell story after story.
One of the places that I experienced quite a bit of activity was at the local cinema, which I cleaned on the graveyard shift in my late twenties. The woman who hired me on was an old school friend, and she so-called warned me of the place, as it is haunted. She told me a story of how one young girl had ran out of the building in fear one night and never returned to get her paycheck (s). The woman was unable to tell me what had scared the girl - Surely it wasn't an incident such as one of mine that I'm going to share with you.
The local cinema is fairly old, as its been there as far back as I can remember, but I do not have knowledge of what the building/location was prior to such. There are eight decent sized showrooms within the cinema, two restrooms, the concession stand, and let's not forget the upstairs where all of the films were kept and played on the projectors. I won't refrain myself from telling you that I don't get the creeps in too many places, but that upstairs was a bit too iffy for me. I could have went up there any time that I wanted to scope out the no longer used advertising posters, but I was good on that note.
Although I was a self-employed cleaner, I still had to be shown this and that before being turned loose, so prior to my first nightly shift I had went in early one morning so that the woman could give me the run down prior to opening for the matinee. With this woman being familiar with me, she felt comfortable and safe in asking me if I'd complete a task as she ran out for coffee. That was not a problem for me, as I was alright with getting a feel for the place prior to my first shift later that night.
Even with her "warning" it came as a huge surprise when I was coming out from the ladies room to see an apparition of a tall, thin man walking past the opened entrance of the restroom. I instantly told the woman of the occurrence, and she somewhat just laughed. She had never experienced anything during the several years that she had worked there, but she knew that many had.
That first glimpse of the tall, thin man wasn't enough for me to pitch in my broom, so later that night I began my weekend cleanings on the graveyard shift at my local cinema. Several experiences in the following months are as follows:
1) Out of eight showrooms, there were four that gave me the feeling of needing to hurry and be done in those particular rooms - Only in one of those four did I once more see the tall, thin man's apparition. He was sitting in one of the seats leaned back with his legs crossed - Almost as if he were in a "kicked-back" state after a long day of work enjoying the calm and clean area.
2) One of the main showrooms (outside the above four) is where the most activity occurred. Not only did this one room have the most activity with apparitions, it also produced the smell of a cigar burning. The smell was so strong that it was almost as though I was sitting right next to an older, older man at a bar or gambling hall. The smell could not be blown off due to some justification, as it was mostly just me in the building and I do not smoke cigars, nor is anyone allowed to smoke in there for the matter, so how it smelled like that is beyond the unknown.
The sightings that I saw in this room were not human apparitions, yet they were white in color representing an owl, or they were like black fog that hoovered over the exit from that room. To this day, that showroom is the only place that I've ever smelled a smell that was distinct enough for me to know that it was truly not there, hence the no justification of such previously stated, and it is the only place that I've seen a white "owl" soaring above me. The fact that both black and white were in the same room once is still baffling to me. Although baffling, these experiences still didn't run me out of there.
3) The ladies room, as mentioned before, must have been a prime spot for activity, as was the one main showroom. For one evening, with a helper in hand, I was finishing up the restroom floors as I had her begin the blowing of trash from the top of the seating down to the lower level in the show rooms, and plain as day I heard my name being called. I responded with, "yeah", but my helper did not respond, so I went out to the lobby to see what she wanted. I had to go look for her - I found her at the other end of the cinema and she was blowing trash down, so needless to say, it wasn't her - I wonder who it was!
4) The last experience that I'll share from the local cinema is seeing an apparition of a young, skull-faced girl (maybe 8) with brown hair, and dressed in a light colored dress. I had to look twice, and she was there both times, but then she was gone in the next blinking of my eyes. I would have gladly given her some candy, I mean, we were at the cinema.
As you can see, the local cinema was a rather "busy" place. All I could think was that maybe all of the energy from the movies and people had a play in it being the way that it was. I am no longer in contact with the woman, hence after a six month contract, it was time for me to move on, and that is when the real fun began...