24. A pot moved without me touching it

In the early 90’s I worked as a Sous chef at the hotel Colorado in Glenwood springs, Co. The employees there went to great lengths to tell me all of the juicy ghost stories associated with the place. Forbidden rooms, labyrinthine Basements, hauntings etc… I never really paid it any mind. But towards the end of my tenure there 2 very specific incidences led me to seek employment elsewhere. The Kitchen in this place was built in the late 18th century so think big, very tall ceilings and damn near ancient fittings and equipment. The first incident happened late at night on what we used to call the bar line. It was a small kitchen off the main kitchen galley. They had a late party in the bar and I was finishing up a long days shift. I had made an Ettoufee for the party that night and had to clean a big ass old pot. I had already finished everything else clean up wise so all I had left was to dry and hang said big ass old pot. The bar line had an over head pot hangy thingy with giant hooks to hold the pots by the handles. These hooks were 4 to 5 inches deep and could have been used to hang beef. I dried the pot and slipped it on the hook and made my way around the corner to the breakroom to clock out and grab my shit. I am the only one left in the kitchen so i go through and start to turn off the lights and make my way to the back delivery door. As I laid my hand on the doorknob a tremendous clangor shot through the whole kitchen. It sounded like a cannon had gone off and made me jump about 3.5 feet off the ground. My heart is racing and my mind is going a mile a minute. I immediately turn all the lights back on and give out the old “anyone there” call. No one was there. I grabbed the biggest butcher knife we had, affectionately named Ol’ Choppy and started to slowly ninja my way through the galley seeking out whatever the hell had made that sound. After a brief but thorough search I determined that it must have come from the bar line. Great, nothing like a blind corner and creepy ass activity to make a man feel special. I slowly, and I mean slowly made my way around the corner with the ever faithful Choppy guiding the way. Lo and behold the pot I had hung up was laying prostrate on the ground. I look up at the hook and all is well. How in the fuck did that thing jump off a 5 inch hook?! I was really really disturbed by this. I picked up the pot and hung it on the hook on the opposite side of the pot hanger and quickly made my way out there. Here’s the kicker, as I locked the door from outside, BOOM!! The sound of a pot hitting the ground but muffled through a locked door rings across the dark and empty parking lot.
Like any smart man I immediately noped the fuck out of there and went home. It wasn’t until I got into bed that I realized I had the breakfast shift the next day!

The next morning I got in around 6 and the kitchen had been opened by the kitchen manager who was putting around getting ready for a banquet later that day. I asked her if anyone had been back on the bar line that morning and she said no. So I decided to go check it out quickly and then get on with my day. I rounded the corner and the fucking pot was still on the hook. This was deeply disturbing to me and I made every effort from that moment forward to never be on the bar line alone.

25. The lights turned off by themselves

I stayed at a rented condo with my wife. The toilet broke and flooded the bathroom when no one was in it. We left the fan/light on to let the floor dry but the light switch would turn itself off. I got up to investigate. I saw a shadowy figure standing across the living room (about 15′ away). It was dark to begin with so i assumed i was seeing myself in a mirror or something. Nope, it was a doorway to an unused bedroom.

This all happened in a 3 hour timespan.