This took place a few years back. There is a meat and 3 type restaurant in my home town that's known for the great food and wonderful staff. It is run out of a building that was an old elementary school many years ago by a small group of very religious women. They have gospel groups there to play on Friday and Saturday nights, and the ladies are very sweet, pleasant and they cook fantastic meals.
My sister called me up one day and asked me to meet her there for lunch. I'm always willing to go get a home cooked meal there! My sister, K, and I had a wonderful lunch and conversation with a couple of the ladies and were just sitting and chatting while drinking tea.
I had to go to the restroom and asked K where it was. She directed me up a short set of stairs, through the old kitchen and said it was in the hall on the over side of the old kitchen. I trotted up the stairs and saw the old school kitchen to my left, a large open room with lots of counters, but empty as the ladies had a smaller area downstairs where they cooked.
As I stepped into the kitchen to cross it, I was struck by how incredibly cold the room was. It was summertime down south, and it wasn't this cold in the other area of the building, odd. About halfway across the room, I suddenly had the feeling that I was being watched and I became very fearful. I hurried through and into the restroom.
The restroom was what you would expect from an old schoolhouse. Small room, 2 stalls and a sink. The stall on the right was occupied as I saw shoes under the door, so I headed into the one on the left. In a few seconds, I heard the other toilet flush, the squeaky door open and the other person walk to the sink and wash their hands before leaving. I saw their feet pass by my stall, but never really got a look at the person. I finished up and headed back to the table, but took the long way around to avoid going back through the kitchen.
In chatting with K, I mentioned how cute the little schoolhouse restroom was with its 2 stalls and the squeaky wooden doors. My sister, who still lived in our hometown and frequented this restaurant much more than I did, gave me a strange look and said, "There's only 1 working toilet in there, the other stall has no toilet in it and they've got boxes stored there." I told her that there had been someone in that stall who had flushed, walked out, washed their hands and left while I was in my stall, that I had seen their brown loafer type shoes under the door. I suggested that maybe they had put the 2nd one back into use. She shook her head and said, "I was just here a couple of days ago and there were boxes stacked in it."
We decided that we would both head back to the restroom to see. I had not mentioned to K about my uneasiness with the kitchen, but as we got to the top of the stairs she hesitated then looked at me and asked if I minded if we went around the kitchen instead of through it. She said the kitchen makes her uneasy. I asked, "Like you're being watched?" She nodded and said, "You too?" I told her about my experience with the kitchen earlier. We both found that odd.
So we stroll into the restroom and I go to the stalls to open the door to the one on the right and show her a perfectly good, working toilet... And stopped dead in my tracks. There was no door on the front of the stall, there was no toilet in the stall and it was packed front to back, side to side with boxes.
Did I interrupt a ghost having a wee? I don't know. I know what I saw, I know what I heard. I've had many unusual experiences in my life, but this one always stands out in my mind as one of the oddest.