Now our theater only has 12 theaters, which is the joke. But the ghost part is terribly true. Over the course of our theater opening, 2 people have died in the theater, one of a heart attack and the other from choking on a nacho being in a theater by herself. I wasn't there for either of them, but my brother worked for the heart attack. I lost my place though, this is more about them haunting the shit out of us. First, the ghost of the lady, being a bit less interesting. The Lady in the Blue Dress: About once a year, at least, we have a complaint, a rather odd one that we can't personally handle. The complaint being that a woman is sitting in one of the back rows, in blue (Always a woman, and always in blue) crying rather loudly. We can't tell them anything outside of that we call her Mindy and that she is harmless, they usually want a refund. Though she is never there when we check or when they come back. Trevor the Terrible: This guy just likes to fuck with us, always messing with the film projectionists at any time, and frequently downstairs at night. Here is a list of shit I can recall him doing to us. -Turning off the overhead lights in booth so it's very dark, usually when we come back to it. -A female manager (HAMs) heard footsteps, turned around and said, "There you are!" expecting a manager, no one was there. -When your in the dark behind concession at night you can hear breakers being turned on and off. -This personally happened to me, I was getting some money ready to send down from booth and when I went back into the film room the sound had been turned way up on all the projectors, it was terribly noisy. -Reports of people sticking their fingers in front of the projectors, when the manager in charge of booth is downstairs away from them. -Closing a safe and coming back to it open, though we think this is bullshit as the guy always lies. -Cold winds from upstairs when it is usually hot and not windy -The worst thing he did was to a manager named Damon, he was walking down the stairs and he said it felt like someone was grabbing his collar and holding him back, he fell down the stairs and hit it with a clump. We were so frightened that we took the elevator for the rest of the month.
You are going to catch someone rubbing one out in the projector booth and he is going to blame it on the ghost. I always liked ghost stories, but personally dont believe in them. It's kinda like kharma. If Im 60 and had spent my whole life swindling people out of their money, and I die of a heart attack while having sex with a 20 year old blonde co-ed, on my yacht in the keys, is that really bad kharma paying me back? I think not my friends.
We had to fire a manager for rubbing one out. But shit, I really didn't believe that ghosts existed until I see shadows move every day in booth.
Theaters are cool. I have always liked them. How old is that place? I remember when I worked at Chuck E Cheese (first job) and weird shit happening there. The manager didn't want to be by himself at night and would try to get someone to stay with him. He told us stories about hearing the walk-in freezers doors open and shit and I thought he was fucking with us until a couple of things happened that I couldn't explain. One being when we were closing, I went in to check the bathrooms. I didn't clean them. I just checked to make sure no one was in there and I flushed any toilets that needed flushed. I went down the row of toliets, kicking each door in, noted the one that needed flushed and flushed it. As it's flushing, the toilet beside me fucking flushes! I ran out of the bathroom and told the manager. I started to believe him at that point. The next weird thing that happened was after we closed and actually as he was bitching about not wanting to be alone. I had personally witnessed the breakers for the games in the gameroom flipped off and we were up front by the registers and one of the games which had a sensor that kicked on when someone went by started up. It was hungry hungry hippos. Everyone looked at each other and was like WTF? So one night, I get really stoned in the parking lot and the guy I was with had to come back in and finish his job because he half assed it and the manager was pissed, so we go back in and I have to sit in the dark ass dining room with Jasper, Helen Henny and Munch and all of my buddies starting at me and I start getting all creeped out and convince myself that I was going to die in a car accident that night and that my ghost was going to be forever stuck at Chuck E Cheese trying to get sober and that all this time, I was really the ghost. Makes no sense, but I totally believed it that night.
I'm not a ghost person, but I have seen things that I can't explain. My parent's house had weird shit happening in it for a while and then it stopped. The VCR (yeah, this was more than a decade ago) was possessed and would FF and RW by itself for no reason and one night I saw it eject a tape (no big deal) but then a minute or so later, the tape went back in. I can't explain that. I don't see how it was possible. I could see it ejecting and maybe going back in had it not fully ejected, but it ejected and then it was a full minute or so later and it popped back in like someone pushed it. That was definitely weird. Other stuff was the front door unlocking itself every night. I would check it before I went to bed and then would get yelled at each morning for not locking it. The radio went off station... like it was in the 90's and ended up down in the low 80's. It was playing one radio station. It went off, thinking the station was having problems, went to change the station and it was all the way at the end, no where close to the station that had just been playing. I also heard footsteps and newspapers being picked up and tossed around and cabinet drawers being opened late at night. My sister and my nephew both saw what the thought was a woman in their room and my mom felt someone sit on the bed one night. Also heard christmas presents being picked up and dropped when no one was around. After that, nothing ever happened again. Everything stopped.
Apparently you had crappy gifts. The only weird thing that happens in my house is the cats watch someone walk by thats not there. It's funny cause they both will pick their head up and watch it then once its out of the room they lay their heads back down. It'd be cool if it would like pick up the place during the day, you know, earn its keep.
Theater is like 12 years old, and I would love a ghost grandma in my house. Making me breakfast and shit...be baller!
I would hope my ghost would be erotic, like a real whore or something. I would hate to get ghost herpes or something though.
