Back when I was 21, I had a job working at a convenience store. It was a newly built store that had only been around a couple of years when I started working there. I just happened to work with a lot of people I liked, some were my friends before I started there. We all pretty much had a good time, and it was a very relaxed work environment. The store had a couple of arcade game machines, some booths for customers, and some of the other usual conveniences of a convenience store.
The store manager was a woman in her 40’s, and at the time, she was having marital issues with her idiot husband. One night after closing, I don’t remember the exact date, but I believe it was in October, I was in the office doing paperwork and closing out my cash drawer for the day, the office door was open, and my manager was in the back of the cooler restocking the drink shelves. I heard footsteps walk past the office door.
It sounded like they had walked up the hallway from the cooler. I heard them walk back past the door again towards the cooler a few seconds later. I was concentrating on paperwork, and didn’t even bother looking up as I knew that there were only two of us in the store, the doors were all locked, as I had locked them myself at closing. There were also small bells on the doors that we could hear throughout the store, except in the cooler, to alert us when customers came in. I did not hear any bells, so I knew no one had opened a door. I figured she had just come up to get a cigarette or check on something, so I just kept working.
About 10 minutes later, just as I had finished my paperwork, my manager came stumbling into the office and leaned up against the door jamb, breathing heavy and holding her head. She had a big red mark across the side of her face. She said to me “Someone just hit me and knocked me out!” I immediately thought her idiot husband had snuck in with a spare key or something and those were the footsteps I had heard! I immediately jumped up, helped her to the chair, told her to stay there, I would go take care of the SOB! I ran out into the store expecting to have to beat the crap out of the guy, and my adrenaline had kicked in ready for a fight!
I am a pretty good sized man, and I am not easily intimidated. I used to bench press 400 lbs in high-school. So I was very capable of snapping this idiot in two like a twig. I had seen him on many occasions and knew exactly who I was looking for! There was no one in the store. I checked every isle just to make sure he was not hiding, checked the bathrooms, checked the cooler, behind the counter, no one!
The store at one time had been a full service gas station, so it had an attached service center with one garage door on either end of the service bay, we only used it for storage, and the doors were always locked, and could only be opened from the inside. OK, I thought, he has to be out there! So I unlocked the door to the garage and yelled “I know your out here jerk!” Nothing.
There was no sign that anyone had been in the store since we had closed. I went back to the office and tried to calm down a bit, she was still exactly where I had left her, and seemed to be breathing a little easier. I asked her if she had seen or heard anyone, she said no, she was just stocking beer, bent down to get some bottles out of a 12 pack for the shelf, started to stand up and BAM! Someone hit her. She was very adamant that it was someone, not something!
After I had calmed down a bit, and she had recovered, I asked her if she had walked up to the counter after she had went back to the cooler, she said no, that she had been in the cooler the entire time. I asked her to show me exactly where she was. I figured maybe she had just misjudged where she was and when she turned to stand up, she had smacked her head on one of the shelf supports. We walked back to the cooler, and she showed me where she had been standing. The 12-pack that she was working on had been ripped open and there were a couple of bottles of Budweiser on the floor where she had dropped them after getting hit. There was also a bottle of Miller on the floor. None of the 3 bottles were broken, or leaking.
From the position she was in, there was no way she could have hit any of the shelf support posts, or the shelves, and there was nothing else in the cooler that she could possibly have hit hear head on. All the cases were stacked on the floor, and none even came close to being stacked that high. Even though the hairs on the back of my neck were standing straight up, I finished stocking the 12-pack, and set the bottle of Miller on the shelf, We headed up front, and I am pretty sure were were both thinking the same thing. Time to GTFO!! I asked her if she wanted me to call someone, she said no, she was feeling better and didn’t want to try and explain this one! We had pretty much finished for the night anyway, so we both left.
We had had a history of strange things happening in that store, occasionally we would hear footsteps when no one was in the store. We would find things moved around on the shelves, things out of place after they had just been stocked and no customers had been down the isle. We only had 5 isles and it was pretty easy to tell if anyone was in them from the register. Some other employees even heard other sounds that they couldn’t explain, like voices and music. I never experienced those personally, though I usually had my own music, or a baseball game playing over the intercom.
The next afternoon when I came in to work, she told me that she had been to the doctor, they had sent her to the hospital that morning and she was diagnosed with a brain aneurysm and she would be off of work for about a week. Sadly, the convenience store was sold to a new corporate owner a few weeks later, and they replaced her as manager and we lost touch after that. I worked there for probably about another year, but never had anything really remarkable happen after that. It is certainly possible that the brain aneurysm is what caused her to loose consciousness and fall to the floor, but that does not explain the footsteps. Or the unbroken bottle of Miller on the concrete cooler floor. It also does not explain all the other strange incidents that had occurred throughout the history of that store.
About 15 years after this incident, the store was closed down, I happened to learn that the location where the store was built had been a performance theater back in the late 1800’s, early 1900’s and it had been burnt to the ground. I am not entirely sure this qualifies as supernatural, but I will leave you to draw your own conclusions from my story. I will simply add that I do not believe in ghosts. Charlie Daniels said it best, there are some things in this world you just can’t explain!